"To the oil company compound."
Led by the Ijiku Village Chief, the group headed for the oil company's compound.
Their pace was hurried, and every face was etched with a grim seriousness.
When the other villagers saw the Sheriff emerge from the wooden cabin after less than ten minutes, they felt the situation was hopeless.
They thought about how little the white people cared for the Indigenous People, and their hearts filled with grief and indignation.
'All seals in the world are black. Even an Indigenous sheriff won't help his own people.'
As they walked, Frank, his face a mask of indignation, began to vent his frustrations.
"There's a reason Alaska has the highest rate of reported rapes in the entire country. The state police are sluggish and inefficient, and their case clearance rate is probably number one, too—for being the lowest."
Frank grew more agitated as he spoke, his voice rising unconsciously. He was clearly furious with the current state of affairs.
