Hello Dear, Mrs Rowlandson

A poem for Mrs. Rowlandson,

Being in captivity only reinforced your hate,

Held hostage by who?

Whatever they tell you to feel? Come on don’t take the bait.

Your dedication to God? He wouldn’t be so cruel


Mrs. Rowlandson mother of a litter

We are all children of God, don’t be so bitter.

God created us in his image

But why do you paint me as diminished


An extermination of identity, why must you persist

A change of heart must come, don’t resist

Mrs. Rowlandson let me tell you of mankind’s true colors

We all bleed red, our skin is brown, no holler.


Indians and Whites are not treated the same

Who is the real savage, with one imposing rule?

When the ruled don’t apply to the rules, how cruel

Your values, what little you possess, are to blame


Mrs. Rowlandson you’re trying to reduce me, aren’t you?

Heaven holds a place for those who

don’t hate.


-William Apess       (Written by Robert Morales)

Apess Responds to Rowlandson

By Lou Flores

Known activist, William Apess, responded recently on the upcoming novel Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mary Rowlandson, by Mary Rowlandson herself on his Instagram account. The novel’s release has since sparked public outrage, with the usage of derogatory terms used to describe the Native people she had been held with, as she calls them heathens, beasts, and other such things throughout her novel. Since its initial release, and first look, there have been mixed views as to whether she is using her experience to further attack Native people in such dire times.

In Apess’s post, he questions her Christian faith, as she chooses to use such terms towards Native people, and asks about her own such views as he goes into the prejudices Natives have faced due to their skin color. He uses one such quote from the Bible in which he states that you cannot say you love God and then hate those around you before ultimately asking her to reconsider her ideals.

Rowlandson has chosen not to comment on Apess’s response and has since closed off her Instagram account to the public after reportedly being sent threats following Apess’s post. The novel has also been called upon for debate since, with most people questioning whether it should make it to shelves.

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We Share the Same God?

Creative blog post assignment by: Isabel P.

We share the same God.

We mustn’t blame those affiliated. As you cannot see, that the true privilege is held by you. You hold our God and his words in your mouth to afflict those who hurt you.

For has our God not taught you? Has he not shown you through the dim that there is light? These natives didn’t do this because they wanted to.

A last resort retorted into your pain. Your dehumanization of these natives, these fellow children of God, as you and yours are leading them to retaliate. They are being left desperate with not another choice in sight.

We share the same God.

Losing your family. They lost theirs. Hypocrisy at your hand and you cannot see.

They show you compassion as a prisoner. You cannot find any compassion. When yours has treated natives as if inhuman.

May I assume that regardless of your beliefs; your actions when shown compassion by those you choose to hate; you choose to spread hate rather than love. This creating a drift in communities.

We share the same God…

You only validate your pain through hate written pages which you spread to the masses to further validate your hate, along with your and their exploitation of Natives.

Their rights taken away.

Now I ask this? Of you…

We share the same God?

Righteousness is his teachings. You use his words to slander and demean. You seperate yourself from them.

Why do you see them as a them. Not as a us. For your people too have caused them pain.

Now I ask this, again…

We share the same God?

As you cannot see through your pain. Through perpetuated discriminatory actions.

Robbing. Murder. Stealing. Natives have suffered this by the hand of you and your people. They retaliate out of pain. Out of hurt.

Your dehumanization of them perpetuates hate.

We share the same God.

But may I ask?

Do you share the same God?

Mary, This Ain’t No Twitter Beef, Just a Man Speaking About His Beliefs

 tih89jes_t2 William Appes @BigWill

So, @MaryChildOfGod I came across your “best seller”, “A Narrative of the Captivity”. Before even reading your narrative I expected to be bombarded with outright racism, and I wasn’t wrong. You called my people #BarbarousCreatures, you said they made your town look like a –

11:02 PM – 2/19/19 – Twitter for iPhone

“Living hell”. Yet what makes you any different than me? Is it the color of my skin? You claim to be loyal to God. You say that you read your scriptures everyday. Or do you just skim through the parts that only benefit you? Do you not recall reading Matthew 22:29?

11:06 PM – 2/19/19 – Twitter for iPhone

“Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself”. Why is it that you don’t enforce all parts of Christianity as you say you do? The color of my people’s skin immediately draw a reaction out of you. How can you expect us not to fight back?

11:10 PM – 2/19/19 – Twitter for iPhone

We were here before your people arrived. Peaceful, unbothered by anyone. You claimed our land, you didn’t respect our beliefs, you tried to convert us to your religion. You killed thousands of us. Yet, we’re the #BarbarousCreatures

11:15 PM – 2/19/19 – Twitter for iPhone

Of course, there’s bad apples. There always are. And I sympathize for you. It can’t be easy losing a child right in your arms. And although I do not know how that feels, I know several of my people who do.

11:21 PM – 2/19/19 – Twitter for iPhone

Mothers who have had their children killed in front of them. Noble men slaughtered, fighting a war that they shouldn’t even have been a part of. Families torn apart. My people are #BarbarousCreatures, as you say.

11:27 PM – 2/19/19 – Twitter for iPhone

And I know there’s nothing I can say that will change your mind on that, Mary. But perhaps if we really are these #BarbarousCreatures as you say, you should pause and ask yourself, “What made us become like this”? Good night. ✌️😴

11:33 PM – 2/19/19 – Twitter for iPhone

-Arturo Raudales

Email Correspondence

Tania De Lira-Miranda


Dear Mrs. Mary Rowlandson,

Though I do not want to dictate how you should feel toward the “Indians (Rowlandson)” as you call them in your memoir A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, though you should know that they should not be lumped together as each tribe is an independent community,  which include the Wampanoag, Nipmuc, Podunk, Narragansett, and the Nashaway, since what you went through is awful and I do feel sympathy for you, I feel like you are only looking through one perspective and do not make the effort to give the other side a chance.

Speaking to you as a religious man to a religious woman, God does not show judgment toward his creations. He “shows no favor to outward appearances but will judge righteousness (Apess 1079)” so I do not understand why you judge so harshly the Native Americans when your people are as not as innocent as they make themselves seem. You only focus on how the “murderous wretches went on, burning, and destroying (Rowlandson)” but you don’t talk about in reservations, my people are seduced and made to be prostitutes by white men, your people. You don’t talk about how my people’s home were also burned down and how they have also died. White men “are unfaithful and care not whether [we] live or die (Apess 1080)” but you don’t mention that in your book. Why do you only paint white people as the victims and the Native Americans as the villains in your story? Though it might not have been you who ordered or carried act the violent acts against my people, it was still done by your people and you should not have ignored that in your story since by mentioning it, would have changed the whole image you were trying to make in your story.

Thus, to try and tell my people’s story, I will be writing and publishing my own book to write about how the racial prejudices Native Americans face by white people. Expect a copy of it soon.


William Apess


Oh, Mary!

Oh, Mary!

Those words you use to describe my people –

Heathens, and barbarians we are to you?

Although yours have left us hungry and feeble?

And have us living in captivity too.

Oh, Mary!

How you have mistaken the captivity made by my people,

Whose actions were the result of torture and murder.

What about the acts of those you share a skin color with?

We, the true bearers of misfortune and pain.

Oh, Mary!

Did God not create us to be equals?

Though we have different skin, we are the same within.

Will God not judge us by our evils?

Yet we the Indians have been forced into sin.

Oh, Mary!

Even though plenty shared their meals with you,

And you tasted the richness of our food,

You still scorned and cursed us in plain view –

And allowed for us to be forced into solitude.

Oh, Mary!

I beg of you to see our point of view,

We pursued violence to assure we made it through.

I beg you all to believe we live under one God,

And to see we are all the same within his heart.


But in the end I know the white man will prevail,

And you shall leave my people poor and frail.

Mary, I hope one day you are able to see the inequality –

And understand we simply fought white brutality.

-A poem by William Apess

(Beverly Miranda-Galindo)

Deceptive Woes of the Inflictor, Mary Rowlandson and Colonial Nations

The novel of which has gained the attention of masses,  part of its art is that of deception, forced Christendom, and genocide of our fellow human neighbors.

Though her pain was great which afflicted a great many,

None had mentioned the true woes of such cause.

Dear Mrs. Rowlandson, Dear white man why must you ignore among those of which you

have thus afflicted to a much grander degree?

Under the pretense have you clocked yourself, that is it,

All in the name of our Holy Father.

Yet it is Christ and his creation whom you have cruelly demolished in vanity.

Such willing and loving souls, our brethren the native Algonquians, gave to you.

Yet, were robbed of their lands, of their homes, of their wives, of their children, and of their very own lives.

But, the whites attest to their own, a color so ever-present in the privilege, as another  justification for thus actions.

I shall state from the holy book, Christ’s very own words, which you have thou violently denounced, “Thou shall love thy neighbor.”

I thus address to you, Dear Mary, and to you, dear white man: Now if any man has not the spirit of Christ, he is none of his”—Rom. xiii. 9.

So, how have you fared in following Christ word? If thy neighbor is demolished of his rights, as our brethren, because of such a nation.

The innocent blood of our fellow Indian friends is inked on the very words you have so gracefully written.

The very affliction of which you so grieve is self-afflicted by the actions of your own fellow friends.

We should instead, receive transparency of the actions thou people have wreaked upon the Americas. Not read the novels of which mediate and obstruct the true cause of such destruction.

Woe to the ones who were robbed.

Woe to the native parents’ who wake up, without their child.

May their cries be heard among the nation.

Woe to the children whom you’ve slaughtered.

Woe to our fellow Alogians.

Woe to the ones you skillfully depict and lie about.

Woe to the ones who truly and unjustly own, to woe.

Trail of Tears

  • William Apess, a Pequot.
  • by: Karla Garcia Barrera





To The Woman Who Was Held Captive

 I have never met you but I can easily say that I hate you.

All that comes from you are lies, pain, and broken hearts.

Day by day, and night after night.

Left lifeless, by the tree for no one to see.

Punishing you will not have an affect

It’s been over one hundred years and all I can say

Is that I cannot forgive you

for the way you have described captivity.

Up at night with a pit in my stomach,

thinking to myself about your writing

how you ruthlessly described that

“Some in our house were fighting for their lives,

others wallowing in their blood,

the house on fire over our heads,

and the bloody heathen ready to knock us on the head if we stirred out”

Makes me go to distract from the feeling of hunger for a disaster about to happen.

Reading your narrative realizing how you


described natives, left

the tears,

building up inside waiting to burst free

Finally, waterfalls flow down my cheeks

my tear ducts drained with nothing left.

The words you use to describe

“Native infants torn from their mother’s breasts,

and hacked to pieces in the presents of their parents,

and pieces thrown into the fire and in the water,

and other suckling’s, being bound to small boards,

were cut,


and pierced,

and miserably massacred in a manner to move a heart of stone’”

enrage me, there was no need to include such gruesome descriptions.

I being the grandson of a white man and a native woman

Encourage the Indians because “we, as a tribe,

Will rule ourselves,

And have the right to do so;

For all men are born free and equal,

Says the Constitution of the Country”

-William Apess (Alina Cantero)

“The Narrative of Captivity and Restoration” Book Tour at Boston

Rowlandson: Thank you, people of Boston! I am absolutely grateful to the almighty God for allowing my Narrative of Captivity and Restoration to become a Massachusetts Bay Times bestseller. There is no doubt in my mind that I would not have been able to accomplish this without our Lord and his plan he has so graciously crafted for me. Last and most importantly, I thank the glorious God, our one only creator for sparing me from death and strengthening my faith in Him and Puritanism. God is good!

Random Puritan organizer: Mrs. Rowlandson will be taking questions from the audience now–

Apess: I have certain matters for Mrs. Rowlandson to address. I am William Apess, descended from Pequot and white man blood who now stands proud before you as a Methodist minister. I have placed my faith in the same exact God you praise in every other remove and His teachings, overlap with the values of the natives you came in contact with in your narrative. Still, there seems to be a disconnect between us. My question to you is: how is it that you and so many of your people, that claim the titles of “good Christians,” cannot see the good Christian practices us natives as such and differentiate it from your own.

Rowlandson: Well…you see, while I can say I was treated by the natives better than I had expected, the redeeming actions I was shown are not enough to make remove their statuses as heathens. Yes, the Algonquians that held me captive showed me some indication of civility and morality, though they should have never put me through such sinful, savage conditions to begin with, but they weren’t Christian by no means. They did not derive their reasons for these actions from God and therefore do not recognize Him as the only Lord and savior. I cannot believe you would doubt the Puritan faith and belittle the teachings of the Almighty. Next quest–

Apess: I am not diminishing the significance of your trials nor am I questioning the validity of the Puritan people’s interpretation of the word of God or the life he intends us to live. As I mentioned, your faith and mine are not so different. I understand that you cannot see your time with the natives or in the doctrine of Puritanism in any other way because it is through your eyes that you experienced it. However, you must also recognize the experiences and views of individuals who have been just as affected in the scenarios you chronicle, especially how these are the result of the actions you Puritans have done in the name of your religion. You preach about helping your fellow man so long as they demonstrate exemplary, respective behavior towards the you. Your fellow man does so, although not in the name of your God or mine but nevertheless showing actions God would not scold at for not honoring him, and you respond with multiple stabs to their backs instead and send them to the margins of the society they created before your arrival. It must be what you see as the native man’s distance from God that makes you separate your people from mine. After all, I don’t see what else differentiates us. Reflecting on what I have told said, I leave you with a few words from my own work, An Indian’s Looking-Glass for the White Man, which will go on sale tomorrow, “I would ask you if you can see anything inconsistent in your conduct and talk about the Indians? And if you do, I hope you will try to become more consistent” (19). I thank you for your time and hope you consider the views I express in my own text.

-Wendy Gutierrez