These
are words I've come to hate . They are the words of the ignorant
and intolerant. My Father is of Scott/Irish and Cherokee
decent, My Mother is Native
Hawaiian, I am a melting pot, the result
of a 1/2 white father and
a non white mother.
There
are 4 colors representing the races of man, I carry three of these
colors with me daily. I am married to a Comanche woman, whose
love of me is not based
on color, and it was she , while in a search of my heritage, found that
I was also Cherokee.
I am not an
man of eloquent speech, but while reading a newsletter,
I came across some words
that struck true in me. I wrote to the author for permission to use her
words , and it was graciously given to me..
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Brain Food
by
Lazorleter
Yesterday when Beakey
and I hit the patio , to do coffee and green onions, my
spirit leaped. There was
a storm in the air. I could feel it, and so could
Beak. In fact all the creatures
seemed excited with hope. I crunched (my
grass feels like velcro to the
bare feet) out into the yard with Beak, on my
shoulder. He stretched
his wings in the heavy breeze. I checked out the sky,
and I asked creator to
send rain, for mother earth. Texas is suffering, and
the people are tired. Well
rain came, and I neglected my house work, in favor
of napping in the hammock, while
listening to the rain. This morning the
grass was wet, and felt wonderful.
It is cool, still and heavy, like Creator
is considering giving us more
rain. I whispered my opinion to Him, figuring
it can't hurt. =)
I recently
read a comment that was a responds to "Playing Indian". It was
from a person that was frustrated
with the constant demands for proof, of who
she is. This blood thing,
is something that I personally will always step
forward with my opinion.
Those of us that have NA blood flowing among
others, know the strength it
has. We are the living example of a Godless
attempt to destroy an entire
race. However we are also the "proof" that it
can't be done. I am speaking
from what I know to be true. Those NA's that
stand tall, filled with the undiluted
force of the first people, are most
fortunate. They also are
the ones that will be speaking with a loud voice.
They will arm themselves with
education, yet have a medicine pouch tucked
inside their clothes. The pure
force inside of them will fill them with so
much pride, that they have no
choice but act the way they do. These are the
lucky people that escaped that
planned attempt at genocide. I respect them, I
honor them and I love to watch
this undiluted force in full swing. It is an
awesome thing to see at times.
We that have been diluted , so to speak, have
had quite a time of it.
Not only with the struggle from with in, but also
from those that do not understand.
We have obstacles to face that others
don't. We have to work
twice as hard, to be half as good. We are constantly
demanding honor and respect,
not only for us, but for those that came before
us ,our ancestors . Those
that passed on that wonderful force known as NA.
So to those undiluted ones, I
say, each speck of NA blood, no matter how
small, carries hope for us all.
With in it, is honor, respect, love for
mother earth, a deep understanding
of Creator, and the undying power to
embrace and love all that is
alive. It rushes through like the power of an
undamed river. It also
allows me to overlook remarks like "wanna be". It
also guides me. To the
pure ones, I would like to remind them, that they
cannot judge my/our worth,
by the percent that flows through my body. I urge
them to take the time to honor,
respect, and help those of us that are still
hanging in there no matter
how hard it is. It hurts me to see, one of my
"mixed" brothers feel it necessary
to list deeds, or tales of an ancestor, to
gain validation.
It is my opinion, that those that have the undiluted
power, also have the responsibility
to spread their arms out and gather those
of us that are struggling so
hard. You never know, but the very person that
you look down your nose at, may
carry a tiny piece of your ancestor with in
them.
Peace Laz
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I Thank You Laz, for putting forth words, in a manner that I can't...