As long as people have been around, there have been graveyards. They may not always have been neatly laid out in rows and columns like this Old Union Cemetery, near Gallatin, Missouri, but they’ve been around.
While the idea of cemeteries evoke organized plots of land with upwards of tens of thousands or more burials, I view them as anywhere people are buried, whether or not they are marked as such, or whether they are nondescript “holes in the ground,” perhaps in a corner of a farm, perhaps in the jungles of Viet Nam.
Cemeteries are sacred spaces and should be treated as such. Unfortunately, science, under the auspices of archeology and anthropology, are allowed to desecrate cemeteries through grave robbing for purposes of study and scholarship.
These so-called scientists get all excited when they happen across an old skull or bones of someone’s departed one. They make up stories for them, based on any peripheral evidence they might find, as to who these people were or how they might have lived . . . and call it science. I call it blasphemy.
I say, “Let the sleeping dead lie and leave them to rest in peace.”
Guardian of the Dead by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.