"Whole Indian Nations have melted away like snowballs in the sun before the white man's advance. They leave scarcely a name of our People except those wrongly recorded by their destroyers. Where are the Delaware? They have been reduced to a mere shadow of their former greatness.
We had hoped that the white men would not be willing to travel beyond mountains. Now that hope is gone. They have passed the mountains and have settled upon Tslalagi land. They wish to have the usurpation sanctioned by treaty. When that is gained, the same encroaching spirit will lead them upon other land of the Tsalagi. New concessions will be asked.
Finally the whole country, which the Tsalagi and their fathers have so long occupied will be demanded and the remnant of the Ani Yuwiya, The Real People, once so great and formidable will be compelled to seek refuge in some distant wilderness. There they will be permitted to stay only a short while until they again behold the advancing banners of the same greedy host. Not being able to point out any further retreat for the miserable Tsalagi, the extinction of the whole race will be proclaimed.
Should we not therefore run all risks and incur all consequences rather than to submit to further loss of our country? Such treaties may be all right for men who are too old to hunt or fight.
As for me, I have my young warriors about me. WE WILL HOLD OUR LAND!
Chief Dragging Canoe, Chickamauga Tsalagi 1775
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Living In Balance
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We are living in a world that is spinning out of control. Everywhere you look, senseless violence is bringing misery and death to innocent people. I know from learning my own Creation stories that there has always been violence in this world, but the level of insanity seems to be increasing at an alarming rate.
We have become "strange, misshapen creatures." Our diets and lifestyles have made many of us fat and unhealthy. Television, video games and the internet have isolated us and has led a breakdown in society. Terrible "plagues" have come upon us. How many of you know someone with fibromyalgia, autism, ADD, or cancer?
I believe that this is largely due to people being "out of balance" with the world and each other. From the Beginning Creator taught each tribe of man how he should live. And in the beginning, we were all tribal people. We were given ceremonies to keep us balanced and to heal us when we did something "wrong" which made us sick. Our ceremonies honored each stage of life and every person was a valued member of his society. But as each indigenous culture was destroyed, our ceremonies were virtually lost. This was hongsw the Conquerors were able to defeat us.
Our ceremonies were our Power. They kept us from believing the lies we were told. A long time ago, the People knew about the lies but went along with them so they would be allowed to live. But they still remembered their own ceremonies and teachings and practiced them in private. As generations passed, the old ways were forgotten and now a vast majority of our People have become the same as their oppressors.
We are at the end of a 26,000 year cycle and are entering into a new world. It is time now for us to go back to our own teachings and ceremonies so that we may be in balance and ready for what lies ahead.
But how can we get back in balance if we are no longer part of a traditional group that practices the ceremonies and remembers the ways?
Here are five areas that each of us can work on to help ourselves get back into balance.
1. Be in harmony with your environment.
There is a commercial out now that pretty well sums up how disconnected people are from the Natural World. A happy family is reveling in the fact that the poison they used on their immaculately manicured lawn killed all the dandelions. "We hate dandelions" they chortle. But the lowly dandelion is a wonderful healing herb and is used to cleanse the blood and liver.. They destroyed the natural balance to obtain "perfection." And how many times have you heard people complain because it was going to rain and ruin their weekend plans or their hairstyle? Water is life. Without it we are all doomed. We have become too important in our own minds.
2. Be at peace with your circumstances. This isn't always easy, especially when faced with illness or one of the many storms of life we all encounter. But understanding that everything happens the way it is supposed to, even though it might not feel like it at the time, allows us to face any situation with a calmness which comes from knowing we are part of Creator and can never be separated from him.
3. Be content with the day. Count blessings instead of wishing for more or different outcomes. Tomorrow brings another chance. Worry, jealousy and fear cause chemical changes within our cells that lead to physical, emotional and mental breakdown. You don't have to let it happen.
4. Rid yourself of anger. Anger is an acid that destroys the vessel that contains it. Remember, all things will balance out in the end. If someone hurts you, the Universe will handle it. If you don't get the job, a better one is on the way.
5. Be free from anxiety. This is a hard one for most of us. It is easy to say we trust in Creator, but it is hard sometimes to let go of old fears and doubts. Learn to meditate. There are lots of exercises which you can learn to do which will help. There a millions of people in this country alone who take drugs for depression and anxiety. Learning to be in balance would save lots of money and much needless suffering.
There is a wonderful world waiting to be born. It is time to separate from the old thoughts and actions that lead to misery and suffering. But each of us has to make that journey on our own. Reach for the Light! You won't be sorry.
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"It had been Nashibitti who had taught Leaphorn the words and legends of the Blessing Way, taught him what the Holy People had told the Earth Surface People about how to live, taught him the lessons of the Changing Woman - that the only goal for man was beauty, and that beauty was found only in harmony, and that this harmony of nature was a matter of dazzling complexity.
"When the dung beetle moves, Hasten Nashbitti had told him, "know that something has moved it. And know that its movement affects the flight of the sparrow, and that the raven deflects the eagle from the sky, and that the eagle's stiff wing bends the will of the Wind People, and know that all of this affects you and me, and the flea on the prairie dog and the leaf on the cottonwood.
--Tony Hillerman in Dance Hall Of The Dead
We are living in a world that is spinning out of control. Everywhere you look, senseless violence is bringing misery and death to innocent people. I know from learning my own Creation stories that there has always been violence in this world, but the level of insanity seems to be increasing at an alarming rate.
We have become "strange, misshapen creatures." Our diets and lifestyles have made many of us fat and unhealthy. Television, video games and the internet have isolated us and has led a breakdown in society. Terrible "plagues" have come upon us. How many of you know someone with fibromyalgia, autism, ADD, or cancer?
I believe that this is largely due to people being "out of balance" with the world and each other. From the Beginning Creator taught each tribe of man how he should live. And in the beginning, we were all tribal people. We were given ceremonies to keep us balanced and to heal us when we did something "wrong" which made us sick. Our ceremonies honored each stage of life and every person was a valued member of his society. But as each indigenous culture was destroyed, our ceremonies were virtually lost. This was hongsw the Conquerors were able to defeat us.
Our ceremonies were our Power. They kept us from believing the lies we were told. A long time ago, the People knew about the lies but went along with them so they would be allowed to live. But they still remembered their own ceremonies and teachings and practiced them in private. As generations passed, the old ways were forgotten and now a vast majority of our People have become the same as their oppressors.
We are at the end of a 26,000 year cycle and are entering into a new world. It is time now for us to go back to our own teachings and ceremonies so that we may be in balance and ready for what lies ahead.
But how can we get back in balance if we are no longer part of a traditional group that practices the ceremonies and remembers the ways?
Here are five areas that each of us can work on to help ourselves get back into balance.
1. Be in harmony with your environment.
There is a commercial out now that pretty well sums up how disconnected people are from the Natural World. A happy family is reveling in the fact that the poison they used on their immaculately manicured lawn killed all the dandelions. "We hate dandelions" they chortle. But the lowly dandelion is a wonderful healing herb and is used to cleanse the blood and liver.. They destroyed the natural balance to obtain "perfection." And how many times have you heard people complain because it was going to rain and ruin their weekend plans or their hairstyle? Water is life. Without it we are all doomed. We have become too important in our own minds.
2. Be at peace with your circumstances. This isn't always easy, especially when faced with illness or one of the many storms of life we all encounter. But understanding that everything happens the way it is supposed to, even though it might not feel like it at the time, allows us to face any situation with a calmness which comes from knowing we are part of Creator and can never be separated from him.
3. Be content with the day. Count blessings instead of wishing for more or different outcomes. Tomorrow brings another chance. Worry, jealousy and fear cause chemical changes within our cells that lead to physical, emotional and mental breakdown. You don't have to let it happen.
4. Rid yourself of anger. Anger is an acid that destroys the vessel that contains it. Remember, all things will balance out in the end. If someone hurts you, the Universe will handle it. If you don't get the job, a better one is on the way.
5. Be free from anxiety. This is a hard one for most of us. It is easy to say we trust in Creator, but it is hard sometimes to let go of old fears and doubts. Learn to meditate. There are lots of exercises which you can learn to do which will help. There a millions of people in this country alone who take drugs for depression and anxiety. Learning to be in balance would save lots of money and much needless suffering.
There is a wonderful world waiting to be born. It is time to separate from the old thoughts and actions that lead to misery and suffering. But each of us has to make that journey on our own. Reach for the Light! You won't be sorry.
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"It had been Nashibitti who had taught Leaphorn the words and legends of the Blessing Way, taught him what the Holy People had told the Earth Surface People about how to live, taught him the lessons of the Changing Woman - that the only goal for man was beauty, and that beauty was found only in harmony, and that this harmony of nature was a matter of dazzling complexity.
"When the dung beetle moves, Hasten Nashbitti had told him, "know that something has moved it. And know that its movement affects the flight of the sparrow, and that the raven deflects the eagle from the sky, and that the eagle's stiff wing bends the will of the Wind People, and know that all of this affects you and me, and the flea on the prairie dog and the leaf on the cottonwood.
--Tony Hillerman in Dance Hall Of The Dead
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
THE CHEROKEE DROWNING PLACE
There were two main "Trail Of Tears" routes which passed through Arkansas. The southern route ran from Memphis to near Little Rock where it joined with the Arkansas River and ended at Fort Gibson, while the northern route of the Arkansas portion of the Trail of Tears, commonly known as the "Old Military Road," passed through Baxter and Marion Counties in northern Arkansas.
Three thousand Cherokee and Creek men, women and children, victims of the Federal Indian Removal Policy, walked the northern path. Each one had a story to tell if anyone had cared to listen. Most of the stories that were passed down have long been forgotten. I'm going to tell you about an almost forgotten incident so that you will remember and honor the Spirits of the People who died at the Cherokee Drowning Place.
Somewhere below the Jacob Wolff House just south of the town of the small town of Norfork, Arkansas, a group of Cherokee People gathered near the White Raven Stomp Grounds where the Sacred Fire of the Cherokees burned until 1902. There they waited for the flooded Norfork River to receed so they could cross on the ferry and continue their journey to Indian Territory.
The river was a main thoroughfare for the logging industry and the heavy rains had caused a log jam to form. For some reason, maybe due to alcohol or just plain meanness, a group of white settlers decided they didn't want the Indians camped there. Threats and taunting soon turned into violence as the rowdies fired their guns over the heads of the weary travelers. Afraid for their lives, Cherokee men, women and children tried to run across the log jam to safety. That proved to be a tragic mistake. As the logs began to roll and move down stream, one by one, the people fell into the Norfork River. Many of them drowned.
If their names had ever been recorded, they are long forgotten. No one knows how many perished or where their bodies lie. The Norfork River has since been dammed and a beautiful lake draws tourists and retirees - all looking for the "Good Life." But I want them to know, and I want you to know that some of us will remember the People who perished so the white man could live his "good life." . And justice will ultimately prevail".
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One can never forget the sadness and solemnity of that morning. Chief John Ross led in prayer and when the bugle sounded and the wagons started rolling many of the children rose to their feet and waved their little hands good-by to their mountain homes, knowing they were leaving them forever. Many of these helpless people did not have blankets and many of them had been driven from home barefooted. The long painful journey to the west ended March 26th, 1839, with four-thousand silent graves reaching from the foothills of the Smoky Mountains to what is known as Indian territory in the West.
And covetousness on the part of the white race was the cause of all that the Cherokees had to suffer. The doom of the Cherokee was sealed. Washington, D.C., had decreed that they must be driven West and their lands given to the white man, and in May 1838, an army of 4000 regulars, and 3000 volunteer soldiers under command of General Winfield Scott, marched into the Indian country and wrote the blackest chapter on the pages of American history. Murder is murder, and somebody must answer. Somebody must explain the streams of blood that flowed in the Indian country in the summer of 1838. Somebody must explain the 4000 silent graves that mark the trail of the Cherokees to their exile. I wish I could forget it all, but the picture of 645 wagons lumbering over the frozen ground with their cargo of suffering humanity still lingers in my memory. Let the historian of a future day tell the sad story with its sighs, its tears and dying groans. Let the great Judge of all the earth weigh our actions and reward us according to our work."
------Quoted From "The Birthday Story of Private John G. Burnett, Captain Abraham McClellan's Company, 2nd Regiment, 2nd Brigade, Mounted Infantry, Cherokee Indian Removal, 1838-39."
Three thousand Cherokee and Creek men, women and children, victims of the Federal Indian Removal Policy, walked the northern path. Each one had a story to tell if anyone had cared to listen. Most of the stories that were passed down have long been forgotten. I'm going to tell you about an almost forgotten incident so that you will remember and honor the Spirits of the People who died at the Cherokee Drowning Place.
Somewhere below the Jacob Wolff House just south of the town of the small town of Norfork, Arkansas, a group of Cherokee People gathered near the White Raven Stomp Grounds where the Sacred Fire of the Cherokees burned until 1902. There they waited for the flooded Norfork River to receed so they could cross on the ferry and continue their journey to Indian Territory.
The river was a main thoroughfare for the logging industry and the heavy rains had caused a log jam to form. For some reason, maybe due to alcohol or just plain meanness, a group of white settlers decided they didn't want the Indians camped there. Threats and taunting soon turned into violence as the rowdies fired their guns over the heads of the weary travelers. Afraid for their lives, Cherokee men, women and children tried to run across the log jam to safety. That proved to be a tragic mistake. As the logs began to roll and move down stream, one by one, the people fell into the Norfork River. Many of them drowned.
If their names had ever been recorded, they are long forgotten. No one knows how many perished or where their bodies lie. The Norfork River has since been dammed and a beautiful lake draws tourists and retirees - all looking for the "Good Life." But I want them to know, and I want you to know that some of us will remember the People who perished so the white man could live his "good life." . And justice will ultimately prevail".
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One can never forget the sadness and solemnity of that morning. Chief John Ross led in prayer and when the bugle sounded and the wagons started rolling many of the children rose to their feet and waved their little hands good-by to their mountain homes, knowing they were leaving them forever. Many of these helpless people did not have blankets and many of them had been driven from home barefooted. The long painful journey to the west ended March 26th, 1839, with four-thousand silent graves reaching from the foothills of the Smoky Mountains to what is known as Indian territory in the West.
And covetousness on the part of the white race was the cause of all that the Cherokees had to suffer. The doom of the Cherokee was sealed. Washington, D.C., had decreed that they must be driven West and their lands given to the white man, and in May 1838, an army of 4000 regulars, and 3000 volunteer soldiers under command of General Winfield Scott, marched into the Indian country and wrote the blackest chapter on the pages of American history. Murder is murder, and somebody must answer. Somebody must explain the streams of blood that flowed in the Indian country in the summer of 1838. Somebody must explain the 4000 silent graves that mark the trail of the Cherokees to their exile. I wish I could forget it all, but the picture of 645 wagons lumbering over the frozen ground with their cargo of suffering humanity still lingers in my memory. Let the historian of a future day tell the sad story with its sighs, its tears and dying groans. Let the great Judge of all the earth weigh our actions and reward us according to our work."
------Quoted From "The Birthday Story of Private John G. Burnett, Captain Abraham McClellan's Company, 2nd Regiment, 2nd Brigade, Mounted Infantry, Cherokee Indian Removal, 1838-39."
Monday, March 15, 2010
The Paiute People Remember Their Salt Songs
From the dawn of time when Ocean Woman and Coyote began the world for the Southern Paiute People, they were given many Sacred Songs to honor their ceremonies and protect their Sacred Land.
For untold generations, the Paiute People sang their songs and kept their world in balance. Then the white invaders came and with them came destruction. And as the People died, the songs were nearly lost.
The Spirits of those long ago men, women and children do not rest well along the Colorado Plateau and Mojave Desert regions. Many were butchered in the name of God and Greed. Little children were ripped away from their parents and put in boarding schools where many of them died alone and frightened, their tiny bodies interred in Mother Earth without the proper songs to take them into the Spirit World.
There are some of the Paiute People who remember many of their Sacred songs. But there was only one, an old man named Willis Mayo, who remembered all 142 of the Salt Songs, those Sacred Songs which tell the complete cycle of Paiute cosmology and especially the last 4 songs which help the Dead make the journey to the Upper World.
Now these songs have been recorded and all 13 bands of Southern Paiute have them and will use the Salt Songs to purify themselves and their land. And the Spirits of their Ancestors will finally be at Peace.
This is a fulfillment of their Prophesies.
But I wonder, what songs will the people of the United States sing.....those who belong to the great stew pot who do not know their own Creation Stories?
What will they sing to make the economy strong, the leaders less greedy, the wars end, and the insanity that leads people to throw their children off of bridges to stop?
I don't think there are any songs to cover this mess. But those of us who are a part of the People have our Songs. We have our Ceremonies and our own Stories which tell each tribe of us how to live. And we each need to be doing these things. If there is any hope at all for Mother Earth and Her Children, there isn't a moment to lose.
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The Salt Songs have been archived at the University of California Berkeley Language Center and were distributed to the thirteen bands of Southern Paiutes so that they may continue to live through the breath of the singer.
For untold generations, the Paiute People sang their songs and kept their world in balance. Then the white invaders came and with them came destruction. And as the People died, the songs were nearly lost.
The Spirits of those long ago men, women and children do not rest well along the Colorado Plateau and Mojave Desert regions. Many were butchered in the name of God and Greed. Little children were ripped away from their parents and put in boarding schools where many of them died alone and frightened, their tiny bodies interred in Mother Earth without the proper songs to take them into the Spirit World.
There are some of the Paiute People who remember many of their Sacred songs. But there was only one, an old man named Willis Mayo, who remembered all 142 of the Salt Songs, those Sacred Songs which tell the complete cycle of Paiute cosmology and especially the last 4 songs which help the Dead make the journey to the Upper World.
Now these songs have been recorded and all 13 bands of Southern Paiute have them and will use the Salt Songs to purify themselves and their land. And the Spirits of their Ancestors will finally be at Peace.
This is a fulfillment of their Prophesies.
But I wonder, what songs will the people of the United States sing.....those who belong to the great stew pot who do not know their own Creation Stories?
What will they sing to make the economy strong, the leaders less greedy, the wars end, and the insanity that leads people to throw their children off of bridges to stop?
I don't think there are any songs to cover this mess. But those of us who are a part of the People have our Songs. We have our Ceremonies and our own Stories which tell each tribe of us how to live. And we each need to be doing these things. If there is any hope at all for Mother Earth and Her Children, there isn't a moment to lose.
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The Salt Songs have been archived at the University of California Berkeley Language Center and were distributed to the thirteen bands of Southern Paiutes so that they may continue to live through the breath of the singer.
The Return Of The 7th
Over 500 years ago, intrepid explorers stumbled upon a new land that was richer than any place they could have imagined. The People who met them on the beach were primitive by European standards. They lived in crude huts, wore grass skirts and shells and walked barefoot through the jungle. Yet these humble folks, who had never seen a proper house, attended a school or church or trembled at the foot of a monarch, were wealthier by far than any of the Spaniards who braved the dangers of the sea in search of treasure.
Drooling at the thought of vast riches, the invaders, who imagined themselves superior to these simple people, believed their god wanted them to have all the wealth these new lands had to offer and immediately began raping, pillaging, and murdering these innocents described as “In Dios”, in God, by Christopher Columbus.
Spurred on by this first discovery, more and more ships were dispatched to “discover” new lands. Europeans, whose “civilization” had resulted in slavery of the peasant class, pollution of the rivers by human waste, horrible plagues, and wide spread starvation, were only too eager to grab a piece of the Promised Land. Because Indigenous People understood the concept of living in balance with Mother Earth, we had not exploited Her. There were no castles, no strip mines, no fences, no clear cut forests. Clearly we were not using the land.
We all know the story by heart. Nation after nation was conquered. Some tribes were completely wiped out. It began in the northeast with the early Indian Wars. Colonists declared days of Thanksgiving after Indian men, women and children were massacred, their heads often displayed on poles or kicked around the streets by white children in a macabre ball game.
We endured it when priests and nuns brought small pox infected blankets to our villages; when soldiers, by order of presidents and congress, imprisoned our Ancestors before sending them on Death Marches; when brown skinned children were ripped from the arms of loving parents and sent to “Indian Schools” where many of them perished alone and terrified, their little bodies unceremoniously buried in unmarked graves.
Nation after nation went on forced marches toward unknown lands, concentration camps and death.
In California white miners held “Indian Hunts” and murdered our People so there would be less opposition to gold mining.
Still we survived.
The 7th Cavalry, led by General George Armstrong Custer, employed Indian Scouts to help locate tribes on scheduled for imprisonment or extermination. I trouble understanding these Indians. Were they like the Nazi's who turned in members of their own families to curry favor with the Gestapo? Did these scouts actually believe the US government cared about them? After all, the official policy of the day was the “Only good Indian is a dead Indian”. In the end, these employees of the US Army were just as hated and expendable as any other Indian.
Ancient history? It is said that those who don’t learn history are doomed to repeat if. We must not have learned these lessons since the same thing is happening to People in this country today.
Once again our Nation is being pillaged by a lesser people who only see us as a source of wealth. Banks and big business have been nationalized. Enormous debts are being racked up. Our children’s futures are bleak. Our money is being printed as fast as the presses can run, even though there is no real wealth to back it. Because of Federal programs such as Fannie Mae and Freddy Mac banks were “encouraged "to make home loans to people who couldn’t afford them, knowing full well that these homes would be lost.
Taxes are being raised to immoral highs punishing people who work hard. After all, it is the hard working people who make the money to pay for endless streams of social programs for those who can’t or won’t work. Many of these hard working people start businesses which employ others, but some of them are being forced out of business. New strict energy regulations will see the demise of many more businesses which makes me wonder where the government is going to find more funds to confiscate when this nation is bankrupt. Redistribution of wealth only works as long as there are people with money. When they are driven to their knees, which will pay for the ever expanding government welfare programs?
No matter how the United States came to be, our system of government was carefully crafted to make sure we would never be taken over by tyrants. The Iroquois People helped the whites write the Constitution which was based on their Great Law of Peace. As long as we follow the Constitution, our Nation will stand. But we are drifting further and further away from her provisions. Today we have political leaders who are morally corrupt, sexually perverse, and pander to special interest groups instead of serving the people. Yet we keep on electing them.
During the 1940’s we very nearly lost this country. My father’s generation fought 4 long years to preserve the United States Of America and keep it free from Communism. “The Greatest Generation” sacrificed everything for us. Today I am ashamed. Without a shot being fired, our country is being handed over to those who want to build a Socialist Nation.
During the Indian Wars, our People fought to the death to protect their children. But the children of today are being raped and their futures pillaged while the adults who are supposed to protect them are either doing nothing or cheering it on.
Some of us will fight to protect our children. We will not die whimpering. The soldiers are coming! Be strong!
Drooling at the thought of vast riches, the invaders, who imagined themselves superior to these simple people, believed their god wanted them to have all the wealth these new lands had to offer and immediately began raping, pillaging, and murdering these innocents described as “In Dios”, in God, by Christopher Columbus.
Spurred on by this first discovery, more and more ships were dispatched to “discover” new lands. Europeans, whose “civilization” had resulted in slavery of the peasant class, pollution of the rivers by human waste, horrible plagues, and wide spread starvation, were only too eager to grab a piece of the Promised Land. Because Indigenous People understood the concept of living in balance with Mother Earth, we had not exploited Her. There were no castles, no strip mines, no fences, no clear cut forests. Clearly we were not using the land.
We all know the story by heart. Nation after nation was conquered. Some tribes were completely wiped out. It began in the northeast with the early Indian Wars. Colonists declared days of Thanksgiving after Indian men, women and children were massacred, their heads often displayed on poles or kicked around the streets by white children in a macabre ball game.
We endured it when priests and nuns brought small pox infected blankets to our villages; when soldiers, by order of presidents and congress, imprisoned our Ancestors before sending them on Death Marches; when brown skinned children were ripped from the arms of loving parents and sent to “Indian Schools” where many of them perished alone and terrified, their little bodies unceremoniously buried in unmarked graves.
Nation after nation went on forced marches toward unknown lands, concentration camps and death.
In California white miners held “Indian Hunts” and murdered our People so there would be less opposition to gold mining.
Still we survived.
The 7th Cavalry, led by General George Armstrong Custer, employed Indian Scouts to help locate tribes on scheduled for imprisonment or extermination. I trouble understanding these Indians. Were they like the Nazi's who turned in members of their own families to curry favor with the Gestapo? Did these scouts actually believe the US government cared about them? After all, the official policy of the day was the “Only good Indian is a dead Indian”. In the end, these employees of the US Army were just as hated and expendable as any other Indian.
Ancient history? It is said that those who don’t learn history are doomed to repeat if. We must not have learned these lessons since the same thing is happening to People in this country today.
Once again our Nation is being pillaged by a lesser people who only see us as a source of wealth. Banks and big business have been nationalized. Enormous debts are being racked up. Our children’s futures are bleak. Our money is being printed as fast as the presses can run, even though there is no real wealth to back it. Because of Federal programs such as Fannie Mae and Freddy Mac banks were “encouraged "to make home loans to people who couldn’t afford them, knowing full well that these homes would be lost.
Taxes are being raised to immoral highs punishing people who work hard. After all, it is the hard working people who make the money to pay for endless streams of social programs for those who can’t or won’t work. Many of these hard working people start businesses which employ others, but some of them are being forced out of business. New strict energy regulations will see the demise of many more businesses which makes me wonder where the government is going to find more funds to confiscate when this nation is bankrupt. Redistribution of wealth only works as long as there are people with money. When they are driven to their knees, which will pay for the ever expanding government welfare programs?
No matter how the United States came to be, our system of government was carefully crafted to make sure we would never be taken over by tyrants. The Iroquois People helped the whites write the Constitution which was based on their Great Law of Peace. As long as we follow the Constitution, our Nation will stand. But we are drifting further and further away from her provisions. Today we have political leaders who are morally corrupt, sexually perverse, and pander to special interest groups instead of serving the people. Yet we keep on electing them.
During the 1940’s we very nearly lost this country. My father’s generation fought 4 long years to preserve the United States Of America and keep it free from Communism. “The Greatest Generation” sacrificed everything for us. Today I am ashamed. Without a shot being fired, our country is being handed over to those who want to build a Socialist Nation.
During the Indian Wars, our People fought to the death to protect their children. But the children of today are being raped and their futures pillaged while the adults who are supposed to protect them are either doing nothing or cheering it on.
Some of us will fight to protect our children. We will not die whimpering. The soldiers are coming! Be strong!
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