10,000 miles is a long way

There is a painting by Diego Rivera in the carpenter wells study room entitled "Woman of Tehuantepec", and I believe that was the Aztec capital. Lately I have been studying the Aztecs for my Hispanic Life and Culture class. Once again there are SO MANY parallels in life. It's weird writing in English right now. This Spanish class I'm taking requires a lot more reading than I'm used to--which is good, it's been real helpful in improving my Spanish, it just takes a while to read, because I have to look up a lot of the words.
Basically what I have learned is that the majority of native people of this world have gotten killed in some way. I know I am generalizing this, but it seems like the majority of "indigenous" people are still being screwed today, and often don't have the rights that those who came and conquered their country have. This brings back memories of my native America class. I find the study of indigenious people really interesting (or maybe just repressed people, I think that is why I like Africa so much), especially how they are still trying to resist western influence and culture. Once again, way generalizing by saying that. I don't really even have a particular indigenous group in mind.
In reading about the main three indigenous groups of South America, the Incas have been my favorite. I'm sure that textbook and other readings the professor has given me to read way washes their life and culture down, but from what I've gathered, they seemed to be more of a socialist people.
The more I learn about capitialism, the less sense it makes.
There, I'm done with my broad, generalized, rant.