Compagny Anniversary Speach

A story that we do not like to remember

published a short excerpt from an unpublished manuscript of this autobiography psychologist and philosopher CG Jung, in which he gives an interesting conversation with Ochwìa entertained bian, Native American tribal chief who he met during his trip to the 30s.

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"See," said Ochwìa Biano "because they seem cruel whites. Their lips thin, their noses sharp, their faces furrowed with wrinkles and misleading. Their eyes have a staring, as if they were always looking for something, always discontented and restless. Do not you understand. Think they are crazy. "
I asked him why he thought that whites were all crazy.
"They say to think with your head," he said.
"But certainly. With what you think? "I asked surprised.
"We believe here." He said, pointing to his heart.
M'immersi in a long meditation. For the first time in my life, so it seemed, someone had sketched the image of the true white man. It was as if I had not hitherto seen nothing but colored prints, embellished by the feeling. That Indian had left our weak point, revealed that truth to which we are blind. I felt rising in me like a formless cloud, something unknown but also deeply embedded.
from this nebula, image after image, is disentangling the legions of the Romans who first fall upon the Gauls, and the bold strokes of Caesar, Scipio Africanus, Pompey, and then I saw the Roman eagle on the North Sea and the banks the White Nile, and then St. Augustine which led to the Britons Christian belief on the tips of Roman spears, and the most glorious conversion of pagans obtained by Charlemagne, and finally the armies of the Crusaders predatory and homicidal. With a tight secret I realized the emptiness of the traditional romance about the Crusades! Then followed by Columbus, Cortes, and the other conquistadors who by fire, sword, torture and Christianity landed even those remote peoples, who dreamed peacefully in the sun, their father. I saw the islands of the South Seas, with their population decimated reaching from, from syphilis, scarlet fever: infection carried by the clothes they had been forced to wear.
was enough. What from our point of view call colonization, missions to convert the heathen, spread of civilization and so on, has another face, the face of a bird of prey, prey cruelly intent to spy away, a face worthy of a race of pirates and marauders.
All the eagles and other wild beasts that adorn our arms seemed to me the appropriate psychological representatives of our true nature.

Jung continues asking the Indian chief more about their religion.
After much reluctance, the paper decides to speak, under the sun:

"Is it not he who moves there our heavenly father? Who could say otherwise? How can there be another god? Nothing could exist without the Sun! "
I asked him if he thought that the sun could be a ball of fire created by an invisible God. In response, unperturbed, said, "The sun is God. Everyone can see it. "