No One Is Illegal on Stolen Land ❌ ๐ŸŒŽ๐Ÿ”ฅ

America loves to talk about borders. It loves to talk about who belongs and who doesn’t. But let’s be clear—this land was never theirs to claim in the first place. ๐Ÿชถ

From the very moment European settlers stepped foot on this continent, they took, they conquered, and they erased. They built a nation on land that wasn’t theirs, forcing Indigenous peoples into reservations, stripping them of their culture, and rewriting history to make themselves the rightful heirs of a stolen legacy. And now, those same systems have the audacity to police who gets to stay? ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿšง

Immigrants are called “illegal,” but how do you trespass on stolen land? The same people shouting about “law and order” conveniently forget that their ancestors ignored every treaty, broke every promise, and committed genocide to take what they now defend as their own. The hypocrisy is astounding. ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ“œ

Borders are imaginary lines drawn by those in power, meant to divide, exclude, and control. But before those lines were drawn, before walls were built, before policies were weaponized against those seeking refuge—there were Indigenous nations, thriving, existing, and welcoming others long before colonizers arrived. ๐Ÿž️๐Ÿค

So when we say no one is illegal on stolen land, we mean that the very foundation of this country is built on displacement and exclusion. We mean that Indigenous people still fight for recognition on the land that was forcefully taken from them. We mean that immigration isn’t a crime, but colonization was. ๐Ÿšท⚖️

And we mean that no matter how many walls they build, no matter how many policies they pass, no matter how much history they try to erase—the truth remains. ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ“–

This land was stolen. And those trying to claim ownership have no right to decide who does or doesn’t belong here.

No one is illegal on stolen land. ✊๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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