Image: http://www.pinimg.com Thanksgiving: Celebrating the Genocide of Native Americans By Gilbert Mercier Global Research, November 25, 2017 The sad reality about the United States of America is that in a matter of a few hundreds years it managed to rewrite its own history into a mythological fantasy. The concepts of liberty, freedom and free enterprise … Continue reading “Thanksgiving: Celebrating the Genocide of Native Americans” (A REPOST)
“For me, this 4th of July will symbolize another type of fiddling while Rome burns. Instead of focusing the brilliance of our scientists and skills of our workers on the development of alternative energy and toxic waste clean-up technologies, fracking vents bloom like fiery flowers across the global landscape. Instead of putting on the brakes and changing course on our path toward global destruction, our footprint is pressing “the pedal to the metal” in our race toward Armageddon.
Because I am no longer a child crouching in fear with eyes and ears closed, I wonder how I can turn on the sprinklers to stop the mad volley. I prefer to celebrate peace and balance quietly rather than war and domination with explosions that symbolize battle. The notions of “nations” and patriotism to nations and nationalities only serve to divide the peoples of the world.”
Carol A. Hand
As the date of the quintessential celebration of colonial oppression for Indigenous Peoples in the U.S. approaches, signaled by loud explosions in the night, an image from my childhood comes unbidden to mind – a child crouching, head bowed, eyes closed, hands tightly covering ears.
Photo Credit: Carol A. Hand
I remember how much I disliked attending these events with my family, surrounded by crowds of people cheering and oohing and aahing in the local park as the symbolic missiles of war blossom like booming “fiery flowers” in the darkened evening sky. I didn’t know the deeper symbolism then for Indigenous Peoples, but the mindless and frenzied fascination of the crowd frightened me. I realize it still does. It brings to mind a story I wrote about my experiences in Missoula, Montana, during the U.S. invasion of Iraq.
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Image: http://www.globalresearch.ca First Indigenous Map of Its Kind; US Map Displays “Our Own Names and Locations” By nativeamericanpride.co Global Research, November 03, 2017 nativeamericanpride.co Aaron Carapella, a Cherokee Indian, has taken it upon himself to create a map that shows the Tribal nations of the U.S. prior to European contact. The map is of the … Continue reading “First Indigenous Map of Its Kind; US Map Displays “Our Own Names and Locations””
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Image: http://www.thedailysheeple.com 10 Images That Perfectly Illustrate the Struggle Against the Dakota Access Pipeline NOVEMBER 1, 2016 | THE ANTI-MEDIA | THEANTIMEDIA.ORG by Nick Bernabe The struggle to stop the Dakota Access Pipeline has been mired in police brutality and militarization. In fact, many have likened the atmosphere in Standing Rock, North Dakota, to a … Continue reading “10 Images That Perfectly Illustrate the Struggle Against the Dakota Access Pipeline”
Carol A. Hand
A child kidnapped from the village road –
lured by strangers with the promise of a new adventure –
a ride in an automobile, a luxury rarely seen here.
He awoke hours later in a foreign place far from home –
held captive in a federal Indian boarding school.
He still carries the scars more than 70 years later –
one visible on his hand where he was struck on that first day
for speaking the only language he knew, Ojibwe;
the other hidden – a deep loneliness and longing for the home, family and culture
he vaguely remembered and imagined during the six decades he spent among strangers
Carlisle Indian Industrial School – 1879-1918 (Wikipedia)
All the child welfare system could do
was take a mother’s children away.
No one ever asked why she always had tears in her eyes.
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