Why the trail of tears? 

How could this happen? 

Because money. Because wealth. Because greed. 

Hearts hardened by greed don't break at the little things. Like weeping children. Like broken elders. Like dying mothers.

Eyes that long for gold don't shed tears at the little things. Like the trail of covered wagons. Like the lives taken day by day. 

Hands red with blood don't tremble at the little things. Like the way they handle Indians as they arrest them for simply being Indians. As the body they tried to bury rots away untouched. 

Children today aren't told about the little things. Like the 4,000 graves that are dug. Like the streams of blood that flowed in the summer of 1838.

But they need to know. 

So the little things never happen again.