tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129170772024-03-07T12:04:52.108-08:00Daughter of Tse Whit ZenI am a Daughter of Tsewhitzen, the ancient village in Port Angeles that was uncovered and desecrated by the Washington State Department of Transportation. I am documenting the history of my people, today, as it happens.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-66926160021313001862011-12-18T22:21:00.000-08:002011-12-18T22:27:27.503-08:00I shareIt’s been hard times during this new millennia. First we had Makah Whaling and the accompanying hate and racism against Indians. Then we had the desecration of Tsewhitzen and all that accompanying hate. Most recently we have had the removal of the Elwha dams. Nothing interfered with our joy over that.<br /><br />Through all this I have followed the Anna Mae Aquash murder trials. It was an attempt by the FBI to officially pin the Aquash murder on The American Indian Movement. To do this the FBI rewrote our history. I attempted to confront their lies on internet discussion lists and this blog. The federal government won convictions of Arlo Looking Cloud and John Graham for the murder of Anna Mae Aquash. The damages haven’t been tallied.<br /><br />All of these events came on top of each other. I was exhausted. I took a much needed break. I am once again ready to assume my blogging.<br /><br />My Grandpa Sammy Charles was the Secretary on the new Port Gamble S’Klallam Tribal Council. His father was the last Chief of the Port Gamble S’Klallam Tribe. Grampa could speak, read and write whiteman, or if you prefer, the English language. He was also a rememberer, a historian. He didn’t trust the white man to keep an accurate account of our history so he kept journals. Before he died he passed this job to my aunt Martha John. She kept journals and buried them on her property in coffee cans. Before she died she passed this sacred duty to me. I don’t trust the white man any more than they did. I keep this blog in honor of my grampa Sammy Charles and my aunt Martha Charles John and my People The Klallam Tribe. <br /><br />I share our teachings that you will find in older posts.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-87107046839552689392010-03-24T12:52:00.000-07:002010-03-24T13:13:07.694-07:00SEASHEPHERD HATE Part 3SEASHEPHERD HATE<br />PART 3<br />THE INTERNET<br /><br />The internet is strange, sometimes good sometimes bad. You can use it to research and get or get out information. You can use it to communicate.<br /><br />One of the bad things for Indians is anyone can claim to be Indian without proof. You can’t see them through your monitor unless they want to be seen. We are plagued with wannabes.<br /><br />Another bad thing is racists can invade your discussion sites. They can say anything under the guise of free speech, even hate. They can hide behind pseudonyms and usually do.<br /><br />Seashepherd has done all of that. During Makah whaling they called for anyone with a drop of Indian blood to speak out against the Makah. I met such a man on our beach one day.<br /><br />I was bringing oyster shells for my mom to the beach. We return our shells and bones and uneaten parts back to where we got the fish or shellfish. <br /><br />There was a red haired red bearded white man prowling the beach with a white woman. I recognized him as one who spoke at the Environmental Impact study hearing in Seattle against Makah Whaling.<br /><br />He came up and looked at what I had poured out. He said belligerently “What are you doing?” I asked him who he was and what he was doing on private Reservation land. He said he was Chippewa. I told him he had no rights on our land.<br /><br />He thought that if he claimed Indian blood that would be a key into any Indian community. I told him to go back to the Great Lakes. That was Chippewa territory.<br /><br />I knew he wasn’t Indian. No Indian would take a stand against another Tribe’s Treaty. That’s sacrosanct.<br /><br />I stayed until the strange man left. I reported him to our police chief. He told me I should have gotten him right away. He would have escorted the invader beyond the reservation boundaries and told him never to return.<br /><br />There was a letter in the paper by a woman claiming to be Navajo. She opposed the Navajo’s claim to a sacred mountain. Seashepherd promoted hate against Indians. It was never about whaling. The issue was and is hate.<br /><br />One day an old friend and Makah whaling commissioner came to our Elders lunch. I told him that some seashepherd wiccan/Satanists had found me on a googlegroups Indian discussion site, alt.native. I told him that they were still attacking me about Makah whaling.<br /><br />He said it’s too bad that they can’t just move on. We have. <br /><br />I told him that they were calling me a racist, as if that would negate all the racist atrocities seashepherd had committed here during Makah Whaling. He laughed at the absurdity.<br /><br />I had many letters to the editor printed. I confronted seashepherd lies and racism. I appealed to the higher good of our white neighbors. I said that organizations will not stop hate. Individual people would. <br /><br />Apparently it worked. Dan Spomer stated in his West Coast Citizen’s Alliance, that the only time he had trouble was when Monica had a letter printed.<br /><br />All of the hate groups have the word citizen in the title of their group. They refer to themselves as tax paying citizens. That is racismspeak for white.<br /><br />Chuck and Margaret Owens call their group the Peninsula Citizens for the Protection of Whales.<br /><br />There are no People of Color in any of these groups. <br /><br />Seashepherd information director Michael Kundu used the internet to organize wiccan and satanic covens around the world to cast their spells on the Makah at the same time. He would write the rhyming spells that were used.<br /><br />He kept a diary on the Makah whale hunt on his coven’s site. When he ran for public office he erased his internet tracks. Some of his racist articles can still be found.<br /><br />The invading group on the alt.native site seems strange. Kate, who appears to be their witch queen, also claims to be Kickapoo. She claims a medicine man in Sedona told her that she was a very powerful woman (a medicine woman?) and from the Kickapoo Tribe. <br /><br />Although she will not state where she is enrolled she thinks she can speak as an Indian. She is another wannabe. We are plagued with them.<br /><br />The men are vitriolic and bullies. One calling himself sizzle flambé enrolled at the New Age Frauds and Plastic Shamans site. He said one of the moderators Debbie Moran invited him there.<br /><br />He provided a link to a Seattle Times article that quoted me. It was his evidence of my racism. I was quoted as saying the Port Angeles Graving yard project was very hard on my People.<br /><br />The State of Washington was building a graving yard on top of one of old villages and cemetery. Our youth had to remove our Ancestors remains to keep the state’s voracious machines from desecrating them.<br /><br />His other evidence against me was his rhyming poems about me. Very strange.<br /><br />Even with Debbie Moran’s backing he could not get up a posse to attack me. He soon disappeared.<br /><br />Debbie moran is also a moderator on a white pagan site. They have divided themselves into Tribes. Debbie had a map up of their Tribes and their traditional lands. As a moderator she knew I was looking around her site. It was shut down for a while to non-members. Their Traditional Tribal lands were along side the I-5 corridor. It encompassed Nisqually, Puyallup, Muckleshoot and Tulalip Reservations. The map has since been removed.<br /><br />Another calling himself sar chasm sent a letter to Jamestown Sklallam Tribe Chairman Ron Allen. Ron is prominent on the national scene.<br /><br />The letter demanded that the Tribe denounce me or sar chasm would have all funding for the Tribe stopped and the casino closed. Ron is too big to be intimidated by a gnat. He did not respond.<br /><br />This is typical Seashepherd keystone kops behavior. He threatened the wrong chairman from the wrong band. I provided him with the appropriate names and information so he could threaten my chairwoman. I was embarrassed for him.<br /><br />He promptly sent another threatening letter to my chairwoman. He actually expected a response and a public denunciation of me. She didn’t bother with him either.<br /><br />Dan Spomer did the same thing during Makah Whaling. He called for a boycott of all Indian smokeshops and casinos. The Makah have neither a smokeshop nor a casino. The issue is hate.<br /><br />Spomer also demanded that the State of Washington denounce the Makah or he would call for a tourism boycott. The State ignored him as the Tribe is ignoring the chasm.<br /><br />Sar chasm tells me I have no right to call myself an Elder. He seems to think that it is an elected position as an Elder in a church. He is demanding that my Tribe denounce me as an Elder or they will have to deal with him. He actually expected a response.<br /><br />My mother was the last surviving member of her generation in our family. When she left us then my generation had to step up and take her place ready and willing or not.<br /><br />Sar chasm and other seashepherds refuse to realize that they have no right to say what is Traditional or who is an Elder. It is racist for them to assume so. Only we can make those determinations.<br /><br />The white race is not overseers or keepers of the protocols of People of Color.<br /><br />Sar chasm is a bad representative of Seashepherd, Paganism and the white race.<br /><br />We have survived the guns, the boarding schools and smallpox blankets. We will survive Seashepherd wiccans and satanists. They are only gnats after all.<br /><br />Debbie Moran’s pagan site: http://www.clannada.org/local_tuathas.php<br /><br />Alt.native: http://groups.google.com/group/alt.native/topics?hl=enMonicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-22472498543495210622010-03-22T16:10:00.000-07:002010-03-23T13:54:28.760-07:00SEASHEPHERD HATE PT2SEASHEPHERD HATE PT2<br />SEASHEPHERD HUMANIZES THE WHALE<br />AND DEHUMANIZES INDIANS<br /> <br /> <br />On May 17 1999 The Makah got their first whale in approximately 80 years. It was a time of rejoicing. They held a feast. Tribes came from across the United States and Canada. They painted their Tribe and Reservation's name on their cars.<br /> <br />This was our biggest victory since the Battle of the Little Big Horn. Every Indian shared in it. We had been inundated with the same hate that was thrown at the Makah.<br /> <br />The issue was never totally to save whales. It was anti-Indian. It was anti-Treaty. It was white supremacy.<br /> <br />There were some whose intent was to save gray whales. Josh Harper was one. He was convicted of throwing lit flares at the Hummingbird, the whaling canoe. He was told to keep a specific distance from Makah Tribal members.<br /> <br />He told Mike Two Horses, Coalition to End Racial Targeting of American Indian Nations founder, that he attended a land rally opposing Makah whaling. He said he was sickened by the hate he saw. He could not support the racism against the Makah and Indians in general. He wanted to simply save the lives of gray whales. He left and never did come back.<br /> <br />I applaud that committed and honest young man. Saving whales is a noble goal. Racism is not.<br /> <br />There were many who came to Clallam County to fight whaling. There were many who came to Clallam County to fight Indians. Unfortunately some of them stayed to continue their hate.<br /> <br />An organization to fight racism was started by the business community in Port Angeles. Stories of hate in Port Angeles had escaped and were printed in papers across the country.<br /> <br />A young Black coastguardsman had returned a movie to the video store. Across the street someone was selling flags. Prominent among them was the confederate flag. They chased the young Coastguardsman to his car. <br /> <br />One morning he awoke to find the "N" word scratched into his car. <br /> <br />Young Hispanic Coastguardsmen were at a Port Angeles bar. They were goaded into a fight by local racist whites. The same thing happened to South Sea Island Coastguardsmen. Hate openly fluorishes in Port Angeles. These stories were reported in papers as far away as Florida.<br /> <br />Port Angeles was hosting a baseball tournament for youth. A little girls Black team cancelled their participation after hearing of racist incidents. Their parents did not want them subjected to the hate Port Angeles was becoming famous for.<br /> <br />The local merchants feared that tourism was in jeapordy. They started an anti-racism group. The name has changed several times. I think they are now "The Multicultural Community Taskforce."<br /> <br />Seashepherd wiccans have taken over the taskforce. It does not deal with racism. The committee ignores it.<br /> <br />Seashepherd is good at manipulation. They asked Makah elder Alberta Thompson for a pet name for a little four year old girl. She said "Yabis." It means beloved in Makah.<br /> <br />Seashepherd humanized the whale that Makah hunters had gotten. They called her Yabis, our four year old baby girl. They continually stated that we had sacrificed her.<br /> <br />The Makah had tried to share our beliefs with the racist seashepherds. They told of our symbiotic relationship with the whales. We pray and state our need for the hunt or fishing. Something will hear our prayers and say it would be an honor for me to feed those People. They will knowingly sacrifice their lives that we might live.<br /> <br />We in turn feed their Spirits and keep them alive with our prayers, songs and dances. It was Makah prayers, songs and dances that brought the gray whale back from extinction.<br /> <br />There were many letters in the paper about the Makah killing "our four year old baby girl."<br /><br />The Makah Headstart class was visiting Forks. Unfortunately this was during an antiwhaling rally. When antiwhalers saw the name Makah on the side of the bus they began attacking the bus full of 3-5 year olds. They banged their placards and yelled racist epithets at our babies.<br /> <br />My sister and I were driving by a Chuck Owens demonstration at the courthouse. People yelled "murderers" at us. <br /> <br />Our children were performing at a function in town. Chuck Owens again protested our children. The culture director ordered the bus to turn around. She took the children home. She didn't want our babies spat upon.<br /> <br />A young Elwha man was at a bar in Port Angeles. He went to the bathroom. Several white men followed him in. They started punching him knocking him down. They kicked him and asked "Are you a whaler.?"They didn't wait to find out if he was a Makah Whaler. They beat him simply because he is Indian. <br /> <br />On the day the Makah got their whale one of the seashepherds called in a bomb threat to the Puyallup and Tulalip Tribal schools. The students were sent home. The schools had to take the threat seriously. It caused much trauma to the students, their parents and grandparents.<br /> <br />It seems that seashepherd loves to terrorize small children. They have no respect for our Yabis.<br /> <br />I was in Walmart one day and ran into Alberta Thompson the Elder that seashepherd used to speak against Makah Whaling. I told her that I support Tribal whaling but didn't want to fight with her. She said she didn't want to fight with me. I was relieved. We had agreed to disagree. Suddenly a group of white haired white women came between us. They grabbed Alberta's wheel chair and pushed her away.<br /><br />That was the last time we spoke. Seashepherd engineered problems between Alberta and her Tribe, relatives and friends. I saw her at a dinner on the Little Boston reservation. She sat at the Elders table with my mother. She wouldn't eat the Traditional foods. She said she didn't like it and didn't know how to eat it. The other Elders were angry. Mom offered to open the oysters and clams for her. Seashepherd had succeeded in making Alberta ashamed of being Indian.<br /><br />When the village site at Hoko was being excavated Alberta Thompson was the Traditional Foods cook.<br /><br />Today Alberta is in a nursing home. She is all but forgotten by her seashepherd allies who used her so shamefully.<br /><br />Seashepherd attacked our culture, traditions, beliefs and ceremonies. They tried to make us ashamed of being Indian as their missionary ancestors had done.<br /><br />We have a right to be Indian. We have a right to be safe in our homes and communities. We have a right to live the life that the Creator gave us.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-23475643829263253882010-03-17T12:49:00.000-07:002010-03-18T13:25:37.602-07:00Seashepherd HateSeashepherd Hate PT 1<br />11 years later<br /><br />On May 17 1999 the Makah Tribe got their first gray whale in approximately 80 years. They had voluntarily given up hunting gray whales because white New England whalers had almost totally decimated their numbers.<br /><br />The white whalers hunted gray whales for their oil and their bones to make corsets to imprison their white women.<br /><br />The Makah hunted them for food.<br /><br />Seashepherd and their fellow antiwhalers are gnats. They buzzed the Makah whaling canoe, The Hummingbird, with jetskis and rubber rafts called zodiacs. They threw lit flares at her trying to set her on fire.<br /><br />One young woman looked like she wanted to ram the canoe with her jetski. A Coast Guard zodiac positioned itself between her and the canoe. Her jetski slid under it.<br /><br />Drama queen Seashepherd claimed that the Coast Guard had run over her deliberately. She was arrested and hospitalized in Port Angeles. Guards were posted. She was young pretty and arrogant. The drama queen made the most of the situation.<br /><br />Seashepherd believed that if they turned up the racism other Tribes would capitulate and force the Makah to stop whaling. They attacked our culture, religion, ceremonies and traditions.<br /><br />It didn’t work. The Makah were exercising their Treaty Right to hunt whales. We dug in and endured the hate to support the Makah Treaty.<br /><br />There would be four or five letters in the local newspaper every day by antiwhalers. It was racism disguised as saving whales. Indians were inundated with hate.<br /><br />Some of the antiwhaling statements were incredibly stupid. They stated that the Traditional method of Makah Whaling was to dig up a corpse and paddle that after the whale. Our respect for the dead would not allow that abnormal behavior.<br /><br />Dan Spomer wrote a bizarre editorial that was printed in the paper about the Hopi sacrificing eagles. The Hopi Tribe is from the Arizona deserts. They don’t whale.<br /><br />The antiwhalers continually stated that if we wanted to whale we couldn’t use any modern conveniences. I would gladly give up my microwave oven and Indian Nikes and flushing toilet if they would take the next plane back to their ancestral homelands.<br /><br />I started answering those letters. At first I confronted their evil and hate. You can’t reason with an evil racist person. I started poking fun at them.<br /><br />I suggested they celebrate the little bean that makes their tofu and gardenburgers. I suggested they sing ballads of all the land, animals, birds, insects, trees and vegetation that were laid waste to grow their vegan food. I told them to Riverdance in honor of their bravery in supermarket aisles as they gathered their food.<br /><br />They hated me. They still do to this day.<br /><br />About this time it was announced that fish dna had been added to tomatoes to extend their shelf life. I had fun with that. I said that by the end of the decade antiwhaling vegans may be hunting their salad alongside the Makah while they hunt whales. <br /><br />They didn’t think that was funny either. Vegans and antiwhalers have no sense of humor. They called me disrespectful. They didn’t think their words of hate were disrespectful.<br /><br />I got involved with the internet group The Coalition to End Racial Targeting of American Indian Nations because I had been at the occupation of Wounded Knee in 1973. I had a friend who had a friend that was a member. She told them about me.<br /><br />The CERTAIN founder, Mike Two Horses called and interviewed me. Paul Watson of Seashepherd claimed that he couldn’t be racist because he was the American Indian Movement’s medic.<br /><br />He claims that he ran through a hail of lead to rescue wounded medic Roque Madrid. He also claims to have helped Medicine Man Leonard Crow Dog remove the bullet.<br /><br />Watson also claims to have had a vision during a sweat lodge ceremony. He claims that he saw a buffalo with a spear imbedded in him. There was a rope attached to the spear. He chased the hunter away thereby rescuing the buffalo.<br /><br />Watson further claims that Medicine Man Wallace Black Elk interpreted his vision. According to Watson, Black Elk said that it wasn’t the plains buffalo that he had saved. It was the buffalo of the sea….whales.<br /><br />Watson claims that Wallace Black Elk told him that he would become the shepherd of the sea. Problem is neither Wallace Black Elk nor Leonard Crow Dog remember a heroic visionary white boy. Neither does anyone who was actually there.<br /><br />That was a nice little story to explain how he came by the name for his organization. Watson also claims that Wallace Black Elk gave him the Indian name Gray Wolf Clear Water.<br /><br />Wallace doesn’t remember performing a naming ceremony. He spoke his language. If he gave an Indian name it would have been in Lakota not English.<br /><br />He would not have given a first and last name. He would not have used the last name of the recently murdered Frank Clearwater.<br /><br />Frank Clearwater had walked into the occupation of Wounded Knee with his wife. Before his first 24 hours were up a bullet pierced the Catholic Church walls where he was sitting on the floor. It killed him.<br /><br />Watson claims we are denying him because he saves whales. I would be grateful to him if he actually did that.<br /><br />I never did understand Watson’s story. The Sioux are buffalo hunters. Why would he think a Sioux medicine man would be impressed with him chasing off a buffalo hunter?<br /><br />I tried to chase off crossposters on the alt.native discussion site. It backfired. Racist seashepherd wiccan/Satanists recognized my name and invaded our site.<br /><br />They don’t care about saving whales. They want to put down Indians once and for all. I refuse to be put down. I will probably be the Ishi in their crosshairs for the rest of my life.<br /><br />The Indian in me refuses to die or surrender.<br /><br />Part 2 follows shortly.<br /><br />Seashepherd humanized the whale and dehumanized Indians.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-17871074431549966582010-01-29T14:25:00.000-08:002010-01-29T14:26:52.866-08:00THE GIFTS OF ANNA MAETHE GIFTS OF ANNA MAE<br />By<br />Monica J Charles<br /><br /><br />We had a chance during the 1970’s to bring healing and balance back into our communities. We could have undone the damage done by the misogynistic white man.<br /><br />Our family lines were traced through the mother. We had powerful women’s societies. Our “work,” songs, and ceremonies were inherited from our mothers.<br /><br />We always knew that somewhere on Mother Earth there was a white man race. We were told in a prophecy that if he ever became lost he would be sent to us for help. We were told to help him get back on the spiritual path.<br />Just before the lost white men appeared we were given a new prophecy. Our Ancestors could not believe that such evil would be allowed to happen. They did as they were told anyway.<br /><br />We were told that the white man might try to kill all of us. Whole Tribes and families could disappear. My Ancestors could not comprehend genocide. That’s an invention of the white man.<br /><br />Two children from each village and Tribe were chosen and sent for fostering to other Tribes. They were destined to marry and be returned to their original homes should the village or Tribe be completely wiped out.<br /><br />What happened was worse than we could imagine. Whole Tribes and villages and families completely disappeared from our Mother Earth. Most of our People died.<br /><br />Those Old People thought that if the white man found out that there were survivors he would come get the babies and kill them. Those who were destined to save their People were quietly absorbed into their host Tribes.<br /><br />The white man did show up lost scruffy and smelly. He wasn’t searching for spiritual enlightenment. He was looking for gold, that yellow metal that makes him crazy.<br /><br />What happened to our People during the early occupation of our lands is unconscionable. Our babies, our great-grandparents and grandparents, were kidnapped and held at church and government boarding schools.<br /><br />Those holy people of the white man’s version of God did not treat our children as the sacred beings that they are. They violated our future, our children. They beat and raped them.<br /><br />Those broken children were sent home to plant those evil seeds of destruction in our communities. Violence and sexual abuse took hold.<br /><br />The authority of Woman was ignored by the white man. Our women’s societies disappeared when our religion and ceremonies were outlawed and forced underground.<br /><br />Indian men unknowingly helped the white man keep us in the prisoner mentality. He began beating and raping the women in his life. He forgot his own sacredness and that of Mother Earth’s representatives on earth.<br /><br />During the occupation of Wounded Knee in 1973 a call went out for women who knew how to sew. I was surprised how few answered the call. We were to make quilts from the clothing that was found in the basements in churches. We wondered why they were never distributed to the poor Lakota.<br /><br />Anna Mae and Mary Moore led our discussions. We were young and uneducated at that point. You would be hard pressed to find a more intelligent conversation anywhere.<br /><br />We talked about our Tribes, our reservations, our lives and the situation we found ourselves in. We talked about how out of control and sexist the men were. We thought that they would grow up and settle down as time went on.<br /><br />Mary asked me why I was there. I said because of my Treaty, our fishing rights and it was the right thing to do.<br /><br />Although our Treaties guaranteed us the right to fish, white men wanted to keep it a white man’s sport. We were arrested for fishing for food. We were arrested for fishing on our own Reservations.<br /><br />My Dad fished at night. His smokehouse was built underneath a big maple. Everyday before we went to school we were told not to tell anyone that we had fish.<br /><br />It was time for Amerika to grow up and live up to the word of her ancestors. They had taken our land. We gave up that land but retained our right to hunt, fish and whale.<br /><br />It was on this work detail that I met and got to know Anna Mae Aquash. She was smart, pretty and quiet. She stood out yet she was one of us.<br /><br />We made quilts. We made mittens with trigger fingers for security. One of them came to us and told us that it was a good idea but they were too small. I was told to trace his hand for a pattern. <br /><br />I got a magic marker and traced his hand. I was real happy with my pattern. He was looking at the black ring the marker had left on his hand. Everyone laughed. I was embarrassed and apologized. <br /><br />We were able to make mittens for our men out of wool sweaters. We later learned that the feds had a professional version of our homemade mittens with trigger fingers. I had thought we were the first to think of it.<br /><br />I was a student when I heard of Anna Mae’s death. My roommate had volunteered the year before with WKLDOC. She knew Anna Mae too.<br /><br />My roommate found me standing in line at the college office. She told me that it was on the news that Anna Mae had been found dead. We were both in shock. <br /><br />I finished my business and went back to the dorm. I sat on my bed and cried. Another dream had died in the cold and snow of Wounded Knee.<br /><br />We had sworn to stand for our People even unto death. Now our best had been required.<br /><br />I can only wish healing, health and happiness for her daughters. They should not disparage the whole Movement nor laud the FBI. <br /><br />It sickens me to hear people who did not have the courage to stand for The People mocking those who did.<br /><br />We cannot bring Anna Mae back. We can honor her by continuing her work. We can honor our People. We can bring back respect for Women and Elders. We can protect and educate our children so that our future is secure.<br /><br />We can bring back balance between men and women.<br /><br />We can stop uranium mining and other ventures that harm and rape our Mother Earth.<br /><br />If we do all of those things then we will have accepted the gifts of Anna Mae Aquash.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-22545590736598608412010-01-12T13:41:00.000-08:002010-01-12T13:42:21.253-08:00Anna Mae Aquash: The LegendANNA MAE AQUASH: THE LEGEND<br />By<br />Monica J Charles<br /><br />Anna Mae Aquash is the stuff of legends. She died in her prime under mysterious circumstances. She was only thirty years old and the mother of two small children. She was beautiful, smart and shined with promise. She was friends with the American Indian Movement leadership and the rank and file. <br /><br />The FBI through their informants started rumors that she was one of their collaborators. Only those that didn’t know her, were jealous of her, or for some reason didn’t like her chose to believe that gossip.<br /><br />Anna Mae represented the strengths and weaknesses in Indian women. She lived her life working for the good of all of The People. It is rumored that she fell in love with and had an affair with Dennis Banks, AIM’s top leader and most famous philanderer. Dennis was the common law husband of her friend Kamook Nichols Banks. <br /><br />That love may have been her fatal flaw. It made her a target. Men always underestimate the strength and power of Women. The FBI may have thought that she would be the weak link into AIM’s inner circle.<br /><br />FBI SA David Price told her that if she didn’t cooperate with the FBI that she would be dead within a year. <br /><br />Kamook said in her interview with Anna Maria Tremonti that Anna Mae would be arrested with everyone else. Then she would be released before everyone else. Kamook said she wondered why.<br /><br />The suspicion had been planted and was growing. It looked like Anna Mae was collaborating with the FBI.<br /><br />No one survived the FBI’s Counter Intelligence Program. They sent out false letters, started rumors about key people. It was adolescent but worked well.<br /><br />To find out more about the FBI’s Cointel program read about the Black Panthers. Bobby Seals has a book on the internet for free download. There is a book by Jack Olson about Panther leader Geronimo Pratt. He served 27 years in prison for a crime he did not commit. It’s reminiscent of Leonard Peltier and Anna Mae Aquash.<br /><br />Simply googling “Cointelpro” will turn up a plethora of articles and documents. Paul Wolf has an excellent site on the subject. That is the best place to start.<br /><br />There is a movie called “Panther.” It cites a FOIA document that states that the FBI partnered with organized crime to introduce hard drugs into the Black communities. That was to take down the Panthers base of support.<br /><br />Panther leaders were suspicious and jealous of a young Geronimo Pratt from the Southern California Black Panther chapter. They abandoned him when the FBI charged him with murder. He was at a Panther convention in Oakland. The FBI had phone tapes and photos proving he was in Oakland at the time of the murder. Panther leaders could have testified that he was in Oakland but didn’t.<br /><br />The FBI played on jealousies and egos of leaders and key people. They fomented dissent where it hadn’t existed before. Once you see how the FBI’s Counter Intelligence Program took down the Black Panther Party it will be easy to see what happened to The American Indian Movement, Leonard Pelter and Anna Mae Aquash.<br /><br />It is said that the Pie Patrol (influential Sioux AIM women) was jealous of Anna Mae’s beauty and influence with Dennis Banks. Kamook was one of them. She could have used her influence as AIM’s First Lady to stop rumors about Anna Mae but didn’t.<br /><br />Someone was counting on the stereotype of women’s jealousy of each other. The powerful pie patrol was comprised of Lakota women. They were loyal to their own. Dennis Banks trophy wife Kamook was one of them. She was his connection into the tight knit Lakota community.<br /><br />The Pie Patrol is the women being accused by Demain and the FBI of complicity in the murder of Anna Mae Aquash. They were prominent and active in their communities. Everyone is being accused except Kamook that is. She wore a wire to record her husband and Arlo Looking Cloud.<br /><br />There is a document on Leonard Peltier’s site where the FBI is discussing revealing to Kamook that Anna Mae and her husband Dennis were having an affair. They thought that they might be able to recruit her as an informant if she knew of the affair.<br /><br />Anna Mae didn’t belong to a big political family from a big Tribe nor did she belong to a prominent AIM family. She was from Micmac a remote Tribe on Canada’s East Coast. She was alone.<br /><br />AIM needed her organizational and fundraising skills. While AIM’s swaggering feathered warriors were romantic and photogenic they were not always politic or diplomatic. The touch of a gifted dazzling woman was sometimes needed. She could raise money from America’s rich elite. She could get things done. Dennis Banks said of her in his autobiography “Ojibwe Warrior” Anna Mae would never be a burden.<br /><br />Anna Mae Aquash disappeared sometimes during the winter of 1975-1976. The FBI story says that she was kidnapped from the Denver home of Troy Lynn Yellowwood where she had been staying. Others say she went of her own accord. The FBI story says that Anna Mae was killed by AIM on December 12 1975.<br /><br />The FBI story makes her into a vapid victim. They say that she was taken to the house of Thelma Rios in Rapid City South Dakota. There she was supposedly beaten and raped. <br /><br />Anna Mae was strong-willed and knew karate. Would she have willingly allowed herself to be beaten and raped? One of her sisters told a story of a physical fight between Anna Mae and her husband Nogeeshik. She went to see what the ruckus was about. She came back saying that it was an equal fight. Anna Mae was giving as good as she got.<br /><br />That’s a different Anna Mae from the one that allows herself to be dragged here and there and walks placidly to her death.<br /><br />FBI supporters flesh out the FBI story. They tell lies to manipulate our emotions. They say that Anna Mae was taken to the top of a ravine and shot. They claim that she was blinded by blood from her wound. She tried to crawl for help and fell off the embankment. She curled into the fetal position in an attempt to keep warm. She lay there for days before the elements took her.<br /><br />The second autopsy report says that the bullet pierced her brain.<br /><br />What kind of person would make her death worse than it is? What kind of mind could come up with a false story like that?<br /><br />A bullet piercing her brain would have killed her instantly.<br /><br />Paula Giese from Minneapolis said that she had received a phone call from Anna Mae on December 20 1975. Anna Mae said that she would visit after the holidays.<br /><br />FBI agent David Price filed a report that Anna Mae was sighted on February 12, 1976. The report is heavily redacted but describes what she is wearing and the vehicle she is traveling in. The names of the people she was with and their destination is blacked out. The FBI will not reveal the name of the person who reported sighting her. They say it is to protect their informant. Is that person still an active spy? <br /><br />The memo was discovered by journalist Steve Hendricks when he sued the FBI for release of all FOIA documents relating to Anna Mae Aquash. It is cited in the endnotes of his book “The Unquiet Grave.”<br /><br />Paul Demain bills himself as the person who knows the most about the case. He claims that Peltier supporters are using this incident because Peltier was in jail in Canada at the time. So he couldn’t have been personally involved with her murder.<br /><br />Demain claims that Anna Mae Aquash was killed because she allegedly knew that he was the executioner of Agents Coler and Williams.<br /><br />Demain is obsessed with proving that Leonard Peltier actually did shoot FBI agents Coler and Williams. The Federal Government admits that they do not know who shot the agents. There is no evidence linking Peltier to the murder.<br /><br />Demain claims that Peltier boasted to Anna Mae Aquash, sisters Kamook Banks and Bernie Lafferty that he shot Coler and Williams as they begged for their lives.<br /><br />Demain asserts that Anna Mae was killed because she heard Peltier’s “confession.” He does not explain why Kamook Banks and Bernie Lafferty were not killed for hearing the same confession.<br /><br />Paul Demain’s timeline is silly. He wrote me into it in an attempt to frighten me away from this story. It didn’t work. It did show me that he is so desperate to “get” AIM and Leonard Peltier that he is willing to lie to do it.<br /><br />Anna Mae worked hard for the People. She deserves real justice, not the Amerikan Just Us of Arlo’s 3 ½ day trial. <br /><br />There are descriptions of three different girls in the crime scene report and the two autopsies. <br /><br />There is a memo on Peltier’s site stating that the FBI was monitoring girls that looked like Anna Mae. Were those girls used to confuse and cover up the murder of Anna Mae Aquash?<br /><br />The body at the crime scene was described as 5’6” and 20 years old. Aquash was 5’2” and 30 years old. It was determined that the body in the first autopsy died from exposure. There was no mention of a gunshot wound or blood leaking from that wound. Organs were removed, examined and weighed and noted. <br /><br />Again the body in the second autopsy was different. It had blood leaking from a gunshot wound at the back of the head. The bullet was lodged into the front of the skull after piercing the brain. There had been no organs removed in the second autopsy.<br /><br />Was there a younger taller girl found at the crime scene? Did Dr Brown autopsy a girl that actually did die of exposure? <br /><br />Was there a different girl in the second autopsy that died from a bullet wound?<br /><br />Either there were three different girls or these are the worst cops and medical examiners in the world. Or this was part of a cover up.<br /><br />Who were those girls? Their families deserve closure. Was any of them Anna Mae?<br /><br />There are still many questions that need to be asked and answered in the murder of Anna Mae Aquash. <br /><br />The FBI claims to have lost the clothes that Anna Mae was wearing at the time of her death. They could be tested for dna with todays technology.<br /><br />Richard Marshall is being charged with being an accessory to murder. They FBI says that he provided the murder weapon to John Graham and Arlo Looking Cloud. They claim that Richard Marshall owned a pistol of the same caliber that killed Anna Mae. Has it been test fired to match a bullet with the one that pierced Anna Mae’s brain? A similar pistol is not a smoking gun.<br /><br />The government has scheduled the trials of John Graham, Richard Marshall and Thelma Rios on top of each other. It will be impossible to give each case the attention they deserve.<br /><br />Mainstream media and Native journalists have ignored this case although it defines the federal government’s relationship with Indians during the fiery 1970s. <br /><br />The American Indian Movement was hunted down and disrupted along with the Black Panthers and other Civil Rights organizations during the FBI’s Counter Intelligence Program.<br /><br />Most people during the 1960’s and 1970’s did not see how out of control the FBI and other police organizations were. They may have seen the aftermath and cover-ups of assassinations of young Black Panther leaders. They did not see the cops kicking in doors and shooting Panthers as they slept.<br /><br />They did not see the FBI in paramilitary uniforms packing semi-automatic weapons on the Pine Ridge Resrvation during the 1970’s. They did not hear SAC Joe Trimbach requesting that the US Air Force bomb us during the first few days of the occupation of Wounded Knee in 1973.<br /><br />FBI SAC Norm Zigrossi has said that AIM was better armed than he. When I came out of Wounded Knee a younger cousin asked me what kind of weapons we (Indians) had. I said 22’s and hunting rifles. He said he saw that on the news. He asked what THEY had. I said what they are using in Vietnam. He said you were lucky to get out of there alive. I agreed.<br /><br />The FBI and their lap dogs brazenly lie. Most Wounded Knee 1973 veterans are afraid to speak up to object. You could be arrested or written into Demain’s silly timeline.<br /><br />The FBI refuses to release key FOIA documents because it would jeopardize national security or expose their plants that still exist today.<br /><br />The question arises, if Anna Mae was not killed on December 12, 1975 where was she? There are rumors that she was on Pine Ridge. Was she in hiding until she was caught and killed in the middle of February 1976? That was the time period stated in the FBI’s first press release about her murder.<br /><br />Was she in FBI custody being interrogated and threatened? Was she tortured? Did someone kill her under FBI orders?<br /><br />There will be no justice for Anna Mae Aquash until the FBI is held accountable for their part in her death.<br /><br />The trials of John Graham, accused shooter of Anna Mae Aquash, Richard Marshall, accused of being an accessory to murder, and Thelma Rios, also accused of being an accessory to murder, start in February.<br /> <br />There is a book by Johanna Brand about the life and death of Anna Mae Aquash. It provides good background. Steve Hendricks book The Unquiet Grave has uncovered new documents. The controversial “In the Spirit of Crazy Horse” also covers the times. FBI SA David Price sued author Peter Matthieson to keep the book off the shelves. Matthieson eventually won his case after several years. <br /><br />There is much information and disinformation also available on the internet. Paul Demain and his crew are frantically trying to sway public opinion. They even have a facebook site dedicated to Anna Mae. <br /><br />I was on it for a few minutes until I posted the Price memo that Anna Mae was sighted in February 1976. ALIVE! I linked it to Steve Hendricks site. I was promptly banned and my post erased. Demain does not want people to know that there is evidence that the FBI story is a lie.<br /><br />The irony is that if Anna Mae was here today she would be working for Truth and Justice for Arlo Looking Cloud, John Graham, Richard Marshall, and Thelma Rios. Anna Mae saw FBI Just Us in action on Pine Ridge during the Reign of Terror. It may have been what killed her.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-47713801771664452322009-07-27T12:54:00.000-07:002009-07-27T12:57:04.124-07:00REQUIEM FOR ALT.NATIVE 2REQUIEM FOR ALT.NATIVE 2<br /><br />The final invasion of whites is by Seashepherd wiccans. They are the final assault. They have partnered with FBI informant Richard Two Elk. They muddy the discussion of the case of Anna Mae Aquash. <br /><br />A seashepherd wiccan announced on another list that his job was to close down places where Indians posted. It was so we would have no voice.<br /><br />The racism of Seashepherd and Paul Watson could not silence our support of Makah Treaty whaling. Seashepherd wiccans will not stop the quest for justice for Anna Mae Aquash, real justice not FBI Just Us.<br /><br />Again there is the usual assortment of scouts and sellouts that agree with the white invaders that alt.native was never an Indian discussion list but a hippie heaven made up of people of all colors. There is nothing wrong with that. Although it’s not true. This used to be an Indian discussion list. <br /><br />The wiccans are putting the final nails in alt.native’s coffin. The place is filled with whites and wannabes and wiccans. Maybe the name should be changed to alt.www.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-3450423543874082932009-07-09T15:25:00.000-07:002009-07-09T15:26:51.687-07:00THE FLUTE PLAYERTHE FLUTE PLAYER<br /><br />There are those who live their lives in the spotlight. Their most mundane actions are reported and commented on.<br /><br />There are those that live their lives in humble obscurity. They change lives and leave the world in a little better condition.<br /><br />Such was the life of Johnson Charles, Uncle John, Uncle Johnson, my cousin Junior.<br /><br />He lived the history of Indian People. He fought and overcame alcoholism and homelessness.<br /><br />He came home with a beautiful wife and flutes…..those beautiful flutes. He played our old prayer songs on them. They helped soothe and heal our broken hearts.<br /><br />He didn’t preach. He told stories. Sometimes those stories were on him. He told of waking from a blackout in a Midwestern cemetery. He didn’t know how or why he was there. He would smile and say “Don’t do that.”<br /><br />He was the Shaker hired to work at Tsewhitzen. He loved helping the young people. He would counsel them and pray for them. Soon everyone was calling him Uncle Johnson. <br /><br />His sister had been our Shaker minister. She had Multiple Sclerosis and could no longer walk. She knew she was dying. She told us that she didn’t want a flowery send off. She wanted her obituary to say, “She died.”<br /><br />I assume he would say the same. I just wanted to express how much we loved him and will miss him and those flutes……..those beautiful flutes.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-89604065608462497642009-06-20T15:05:00.000-07:002009-06-20T15:11:03.768-07:00REGAINING BALANCE IN A WORLD OUT OF BALANCEREGAINING BALANCE IN A WORLD OUT OF BALANCE<br /><br />The internet at times seems like never-never land where boys never grow up. There are discussion lists that have turned into face offs and word wars. There are blogs. <br /><br />Blogs are the most interesting and have the most potential. Sometimes amateur writers give us more truthful reports of world, national and local events. They are not owned by establishment news syndicates nor do they owe allegiances to any controlling force.<br /><br />Recently a blogger was attacked by the Portland and Oklahoma AIM chapters and a group calling itself the Oklahoma Red Brotherhood. The subject was child abuse. The groups did not side with or protect the alleged victim. They tried to bully people into silence.<br /><br />I don’t know if the person in question is guilty or not. I believe children must be believed and protected. For too long we have turned our backs to the silent screams of our abused babies.<br /><br />We tell ourselves that’s the way that person (abuser) is. Then we leave the child trapped in misery. That baby’s childhood and innocence has been stolen and destroyed. They will miss a big step in their evolution to adulthood. They may revert to their stolen childhood when they are much older and act out. Then we will wonder what is wrong with them. Why can’t they grow up and be responsible healthy human beings?<br /><br />That child has been deprived of their right to a world filled with wonder and love. Their trust has been destroyed. They may be afraid to love for the rest of their lives. Child sexual abuse ruins a life until steps for healing are taken.<br /><br />Child sexual abusers may delude themselves into thinking that the abused child enjoys or asks for it. Child rape is not sex. It’s not sex for the rapist either. It is rage and violence perpetrated on a child. <br /><br />The rapist feeds off of the child’s terror, helplessness, agony and entrapment. It gives him a false sense of power.<br /><br />A baby and child are dependent on adults for survival, food, clothing, warmth. They cannot run away from abuse and take care of themselves. They must have somewhere to turn. They must have a community of extended family.<br /><br />We are the only hope our children have. If we don’t stand for them they are doomed. We will have lost them. How did we fall so low?<br /><br />We all have the teaching that children are sacred. They come to us directly from Spirit. They are still speaking the language of where they had been. Toddlers may still remember the language and are able to communicate with the new human beings. They are our future. They are our legacy.<br /><br />Our Old People are sacred. They too are closest to Spirit. They are getting ready to return home. They hold all of our teachings and knowledge.<br /><br />Women are sacred. They represent Mother Earth. They are the life-givers. <br /><br />Men are sacred. They were given physical strength to protect and feed The People.<br /><br />These were our places in life when our world was still holy and we strove for symmetry.<br /><br />Our world began going out of balance on October 12, 1492. Gold doesn’t make us crazy. It makes the white man crazy. He committed genocide for it. That genocide began with the landing of Christopher Columbus that lost Spanish/Italian sailor.<br /><br />He rounded up the local Taino Indians into a pen. He tortured and killed them for information about gold. They wore jewelry made of gold so he knew there was some somewhere. He would hang Indians 13 at a time. One Indian killed for Jesus and each of the Apostles. He would build fires under them and slowly roast them to death.<br /><br />Gold was never of great importance to us. Those Ancestors never did know why they died. One story says he opened the corral and the Indians ran for the hills. They climbed over each other and dropped their babies. They left them there with that mass murderer. How terrified would you have to be to abandon your baby to a killer of that magnitude?<br /><br />We died as surely and slowly as those 13 Indians hanging with a fire built under them. Sometimes we abandoned our children like those parents who dropped their babies and kept running.<br /><br />The first whites to come here were few and needy. They were not born of our Mother. They had to be taught how to survive with her. <br /><br />Whites came here for religious and economic freedom. Their numbers grew. Their friendship turned to greed. They wanted our land and resources. They went to war with us.<br /><br />There were times that our men fought armed mounted soldiers with their fists and courage. They bought with their lives a few precious minutes for women, children, and old ones to escape. Again and again and again they placed themselves between the unstoppable invading force and The People.<br /><br />The inevitable happened. Our hearts broke as we were placed on reservations. All of our Treaties were broken and our lands stolen. It wasn’t only our Sacredness that was destroyed by the invaders. <br /><br />We watched as those who gave their lives that we might live were slaughtered to near extinction like us. Buffalo were killed for their tongues. The interlopers wanted to keep salmon strictly for themselves. They invaded sacred hills to dig into our Mother’s body for gold. Forests that were centuries old were laid waste.<br /><br />We were supposed to die on our reservations, out of sight and out of mind. Weapons were denied to us. We couldn’t hunt. Reservations were the most barren lands. We starved. The new marauders government wanted us dependent on them for our food. <br /><br />Our men watched us starve and could do nothing. They couldn’t carry out their mandate from the Creator to protect and feed us. Alcohol was deliberately introduced to kill us. We had no immunity.<br /><br />Some of our great chiefs and our warrior societies climbed into that bottle to hide. Today we see many from our Chief’s families carrying this burden. They still carry the biggest load for us. When they overcome our crucial maladies, alcoholism, drug addiction, domestic violence, child abuse, they will lead us out of this darkness. Then we will once again be free.<br /><br />In those first insidious days of the occupation of our country we found ways to survive. Some embraced Christianity, the new religion when ours was outlawed by the occupational government. Others took our original faith and ceremonies underground.<br /><br />Our children, our future was stolen from us and placed in boarding schools. It was here that rage and violence was introduced into our communities. Our babies bodies, minds, and souls were violated. Their sacredness was destroyed. They were beaten and raped.<br /><br />Old Indian men testifying about sexual abuse in Canada’s residential schools told their stories. They would place the younger boys behind them and form a line. They fought the adult rapist priests to defend the smaller boys who couldn’t fight. They would be overcome. These young boys answered that ancient promise for Indian men to protect The People.<br /><br />Our baby girls were raped. Some bore children to those priests that had taken vows of celibacy. One youtube account tells of a priest delivering his own baby by a young Indian girl and throwing his minutes old child into a furnace to die.<br /><br />Once our future was desecrated and crippled they were sent home to plant those seeds of self destruction. Those seeds grew like weeds. They established themselves in our communities where they still flourish. <br /><br />Domestic violence and rape, and child sexual abuse and beatings still destroy the sacredness of each generation. We have forgotten our accord with the Creator.<br /><br />It is time for our men to form a line of defense. It is time for our men to say that domestic violence and rape and all forms of child abuse will no longer be allowed within our communities.<br /><br />It is time for us to once again call forth that sacredness inherent in each one of us. It is time for us to live in a world that is holy and beautiful.<br /><br />It is a perfect time to do this on Summer Solstice.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-21799867895985607962009-03-07T12:38:00.000-08:002009-03-07T12:41:13.603-08:00The FBI is rewriting our history<br /><br />The FBI is altering their version of what happened in the 1970’s with Native Americans. It is a better fit for the image they want to project. They lost credibility with the uncovering of their Cointelpro or Counter Intelligence program by 1960’s radicals, the Weathermen.<br /><br />The FBI and other cops infiltrated civil rights groups of the 1960’s and 1970’s. They exacerbated feuds between rival Black groups by sending out false letters and statements to anger each other. They provided floor plans to offices and apartments so the police could assassinate key people. <br /><br />They accused people of being communists or informants to create suspicion. Communism was their boogey man. Accusations of being a communist could ruin an innocent person’s life and career.<br /><br />They “leaked” rumors that Martin Luther King had communist affiliations. They put wire taps on his phones hoping to find dirt on the minister. <br /><br />Dr. King began including other ethnic groups in his peaceful demonstrations. His idea of peace also included stopping the war in Vietnam. That was when the FBI decided that he was the most dangerous American in the country. They stalked and harassed him until he was murdered.<br /><br />The FBI did all of that to the American Indian Movement. They sent FBI operative Doug Durham, a white man, to infiltrate at the top. He dyed his hair black and dressed and strutted like the Aim warriors. He was a pilot, a photographer, a writer. He made himself indispensable to Dennis Banks, AIM’s top leader. He became Dennis’ personal body guard, then head of National Security for the American Indian Movement.<br />Anna Mae Pictou was a young Micmac from Canada. She had gotten involved with the American Indian Movement in Boston. She and her boyfriend Nogeeshik Aquash went to the occupation of Wounded Knee in 1973.<br /><br />Anna Mae was pretty and intelligent. She caught the eye of Dennis Banks. She too became vital as an organizer, fundraiser and representative of the American Indian Movement. She was friend to the leadership and the rank and file. She moved with ease between the cities and reservations. <br /><br />There is a document referenced on Steve Hendrick’s site for his book “The Unquiet Grave. It states that the FBI is concerned about Anna Mae’s meteoric rise up the ranks of the American Indian Movement. There is a document on Peltiers site that states that the FBI was monitoring girls that looked like Anna Mae.<br /><br />After the 1973 occupation of Wounded Knee she was associated with the leadership circle of AIM. She was friends with Dennis Banks’ wife Kamook. It was rumored that Anna Mae was having an affair with Banks.<br /><br />Anna Mae suspected Doug Durham of being an informant or FBI plant. She tried to warn the leadership but was ignored. Durham was imbedded as part of AIM’s good old boys network.<br /><br />The FBI engineered suspicion that Anna Mae herself was working with the FBI. They arrested her along with her friends and released her before everyone else. They made it look like she was collaborating.<br /><br />While at an AIM convention someone informed Kamook that her husband Dennis Banks and Anna Mae were having an affair. The next day Anna Mae was allegedly questioned about being an informant by Banks’ bodyguard Leonard Peltier.<br />Anna Mae convinced her questioners that she was loyal to AIM not an FBI traitor.<br /><br />She was arrested later at a Sundance on the Rosebud Reservation. She told friends that after being interrogated by FBI agent David Price he told her that if she didn’t cooperate with the FBI that she would be dead within the year. The FBI says that she was killed a few months later on December 12 1975.<br /><br />It is here that the FBI story of Anna Mae begins to fall apart. According to the FBI she was kidnapped from a friends’ apartment in Denver. She purportedly was taken to South Dakota to again be questioned about being an informant.<br /><br />Anna Mae was allegedly taken from Rapid City South Dakota to the Pine Ridge home of Dick Marshall. According to the FBI he provided the murder weapon to the two men accused of her murder. Charges of being an accessory to murder have been brought against Marshall.<br /><br />Marshall’s attorney filed for dismissal because Richard Two Elk testified and stated in his interview with the Native American Journalists Association that Arlo handed the weapon to John Graham. There are two story lines at this point.<br /><br />Although the FBI maintains that Graham, Looking Cloud and Nelson killed Anna Mae, Marshall’s wife testified that they tried to leave Anna Mae with them. Why would they do that if their intent was murder? Why would Marshall provide a murder weapon before the order for that murder came down?<br /><br />Anna Mae is then taken to a house on the Rosebud reservation where they allegedly receive orders from American Indian Movement leaders to kill her. They return to Pine Ridge.<br /><br />Anna Mae is taken to the top of a ravine and shot. She is then pushed over the bank. The FBI story also says that she was shot in the head and left at the edge of that ravine. Desperate and mortally wounded she crawls for help and falls off the ravine. She lays wounded for days before she freezes to death. Both stories can’t be true but they have been told and retold by the FBI and their supporters.<br /><br />Richard Two Elk promotes a story that says that as Leonard Peltier was interrogating Anna Mae about being an informant he put a gun in her mouth. During Two Elks interview with the Native American Journalists Association Paul Demain asks him about a story about Anna Mae. It is rumored that she threatened to go to the FBI and tell them who shot Agents Coler and Williams if they don’t help Leonard. Now why would she endanger her life by making that threat? Would she place her life on the line for a man who put a gun in her mouth?<br /><br />On May 12, 2009 John Graham and Richard Marshall go to court to face the American Just Us system. They are being charged with Aiding and Abetting in the murder of Anna Mae Aquash. Arlo Looking Cloud was convicted of Aiding and Abetting in the murder of Anna Mae Aquash.<br /><br />There is no one who has been either charged or convicted of the murder of Anna Mae Aquash.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-40389808918896098482009-01-31T11:31:00.000-08:002009-01-31T11:38:19.827-08:00REQUIEM FOR ALT.NATIVEREQUIEM FOR ALT.NATIVE<br /><br />There is a place on google groups. It is called alt.native (http://groups.google.com/group/alt.native/topics?hl=en). It used to be an Indian newsgroup as the title suggests. It has been taken over by a group of white women. It has become a place of white rights and white power.<br /><br />Alt.native has been in its death throes for a while. This latest invasion of whites is the death blow. Any posting of Native topics gets buried by racist hate.<br /><br />The whites say that it is an open forum. It is. They say that the description “People indigenous to an area before colonization” includes them. They don’t seem to get that they are the colonizers.<br /><br />There was a time when alt.native was a good place to get out and get information. Now it is filled with the inane chatter of white women and chest thumping of racist white men.<br /><br />Some of them are angry with us because we don’t fit their idea of what Indians should be. We have missionaries. They are pagan this time around. <br /><br />Communists want to educate us about the untrustworthiness of the US government and the lack of truth of their history. We wrote the book on that subject.<br /><br />It’s too bad that the whites couldn’t have found or founded their own place to talk of their issues. As more whites move in we will be pushed out completely. There was the usual assortment of sellouts, scouts and collaborators ready to hand everything over to the white invaders.<br /><br />Soon the only thing Native about alt.native will be the name. That will be a shame.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-4056897094338319472008-11-02T22:49:00.000-08:002008-11-02T22:56:48.319-08:00Healing: An Alaskan Prophecy <br />From an article entitled, "Let Goodness Take Its Place" <br />by Larry Merculieff <br /> <br />Larry gave this speech to a meeting of Aleut elders who had assembled to hear his important message. Larry began his speech in the Aleut language with the saying, "The afternoon tastes good." He continued... <br />"You are the second group of people that have invited me to talk on something that is very special. I have been asked to give you some messages from the spiritual leaders of the Hopi and [also the] Maori people from New Zealand. When I went up to Canada one and 1/2 years ago, I went there to be with the Stony Elders. They invited me to go there. While I was there, they said the Hopi and Maori sent the messenger to meet me. I do not know why me, but they gave me some messages to bring back here to Alaska. They must have known things that I do not know or can not see yet. And this is one of the things that I think they knew: that I was going to be invited to speak in places like this. <br />One thing to know before I start. The people who are here today are here for a reason. It is no accident that you are going to be here to hear this message, and it is up to you whether or not you want to use this message of wisdom that has been given by the Hopi and Maori. If you do not use it, I would ask you pass it along to others. <br />I used to write my speeches, you know, when I left the University. They train you to write everything down. As Commissioner, you have to write everything down for the public record. I stopped doing that when an old man, Howard Luke, and I were exchanging tape recordings with each other. He sent me this tape and said, "Anybody that gets up in front of a crowd of people and has to read from a piece of paper has no business being up there!" <br />So for the first time in my 43 years, today, I say "OK, the papers are going to be put away." I will speak from the heart. There is a great deal of wisdom in speaking from the heart instead from a paper. It was a relearning for me. I learned it very well, I think. When I have to speak before a group, I never know what I am going to say. The only thing I can do is clear my mind, clear my body, and pray for the messages given from the people that I have been sent here to give the messages for. And I pray to the Creator to help. When I came here, I also prayed for the help of the Spirit of the land; The Spirits of your ancestors; The Spirit of the river; The Spirit of the animals; The Spirit of the trees; and The Spirit of the wind, because each area of the world has their own guardian. Even this group now has it's own guardians. They are here now they are sitting with us, and so, I ask for their help when I talk. <br />The Hopi and Maori sent a messenger, her name was Beverly, to meet me when I was up in Canada. The messages come from the Hopi, Maori and the Stony Elders, who are part of the great Sioux Nation in Alberta, also from the White Bison Society. I will explain what this is. <br />What the Hopi [and the] Maori wanted us to know here in Alaska and all the villages, is that we are moving into the what they call the World of the 5th Hoop. The Navajo called it moving into the 5th World. Maybe amongst some of the elders of the Athabascan people there are similar things that are being said about this time. It is a message of hope. They know of the sicknesses that made them suffer. They know of the fights that have been going on between the organization and the villages. They know of the struggle between villages and within regions and between regions. They know about the alcohol abuse and accidental deaths due to alcohol, the suicides, the high blood pressure, failing health, heart problems, all these things that our people in Alaska have been facing. In my years working for my people, I have traveled all over the State. And it is pretty much the same everywhere... the kind of problems we are experiencing. <br />That is not what this message is about. They know about our business in the villages. This message is a message of hope. They say that moving into this time, of the World of the 5th Hoop, is a time when all the four sacred powers are going to be reconnected. They are the red-white-black-yellow. They wanted me to know that, among the Hopi, they are the keepers of the sacred stone tablets for the sacred red power - that includes all of us. They wanted me to know that they have the sacred stone tablets in Tibet, in the mountains, kept by the Tibetan Monks, in the same way that the Tibetans have their sacred stone tablet with the Hopi. <br />There are four sacred stone tablets that were given. The sacred black color has theirs in a small village in Africa. They cannot exchange it with the sacred white color because they lost theirs. But the Hopi wisdom keepers say that they are soon to find this stone. Very soon in this time. If you look at the maps where the people of Hopi live and Tibetans live, [it] is exactly on opposite parts of the world of the Mother Earth. The Hopi word for love is the Tibetan word for hate. And the Tibetan word for love is the Hopi word for hate. The same word, but exactly opposite meanings. They say that this is necessary to help keep the balance of Mother Earth. And that there are keepers of this balance that are around the world like us. <br />In moving into this time of the World of the 5th Hoop, it is going to be a time of great healing. There is going to be great healing that is going to start, and the Hopi say that it is going to start in the North. I have learned just recently that it is going to start in Alaska. <br />The Hopi told me that this time of great healing is going to be shown by several signs. One is when a hoop of a hundred eagle feathers is completed. And I have met the person from the White Bison Society in Colorado, who are the keepers of this hoop. I met the person while I was in Anchorage. While we were having dinner, a lady came in from Kodiak and she had an eagle feather in her hand. She said, "I know this had to go to some special place, and I guess it is you." And [she] gave it to this guy who was sitting there. His mouth dropped open. He could hardly speak. He said that this was the eagle feather that was to be the axle-- the center point in this hoop of 100 eagles that was described to him exactly by the wisdom keepers. The eagle feathers numbered 57 at that time. <br />Since that time, two more [feathers] have come from Alaska. One from an all white eagle. This white eagle had called to this man. (This is true, as I was a witness.) He was a white man. He calls me up and he says, "I do not know why I am calling, but this morning I looked up in my yard and there were 13 ravens in a circle. And in the middle of the circle was an eagle." He said he knew that was pretty weird. He had never seen anything like it. The people in the village had never seen anything like this. This was just about a month and a half ago. He said that he had heard the story of the hoop of the 100 eagle feathers. He said, "That night the tribal chief delivered to me the dead eagle." That morning he saw the eagle alive, surrounded by 13 ravens, [but] that evening, it was delivered to the camp. He did not know why. And so he heard of the story and knew that, if he asked permission properly, one of these eagle feathers was to be delivered to this hoop. And so it was. A person who was on his way down to Colorado delivered the white eagle feather or the feather from a white eagle. So now there were two feathers delivered. <br />In this time of healing, the message of hope from the Hopi [and] Maori and the Stony Elders, I was invited to Sacred Ceremony by the Stony Elders. The youngest was 77 and the oldest was 106. No one spoke any English during the whole time I was in the Sacred Ceremony, which lasted 3 hours. They spoke English one in the middle, and the person who spoke said "I am speaking English for the benefit of our friends from Alaska." We know that your people in Alaska, in many villages, believe that they have lost their culture, the cultural wisdom and their ways. We are praying to the Creator. We want you to know of the message that has been given to us so that you would take it back to Alaska. <br />The message that they received for us is that our cultures are not dead. All the wisdom that has been collected in our cultures, since time immemorial, is being kept for us, waiting for us, to awaken in our spirits. We will awaken our spirits again. When that happens things will be revealed of the old wisdoms. Things that have been forgotten for a long time are going to be brought back; Art- Music- Song- Dance- Storytelling- Spiritual- Wisdom- knowledge, and the wisdom of how to work with Mother Earth, will all be restored. <br />They also want us to know that among the Hopi and Maori there are people who do nothing but pray 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, every year of their lives. That is all they do. In rotation, they pray around the clock for other people. In this prayer is where they have seen some of these things that are about to happen. The healing that is going to take place, the advice that has been given to us, is "Seek not to fight evil-- do not fight it-- let goodness take its place." So when we see bad things happen and when we fight those bad things, what we do hurts everybody. Fighting evil has spiritual energies that go to the ends of universe, affects everybody in the community. <br />When I come into community, I can feel the energies that are created. We are all affected by it. You know, sometimes you watch little kids when a stranger walks into the room [and], all of a sudden, the child just cries. Sometimes this happens, or, they love the stranger. What they are doing is taking their God given, Creator given, way of talents, skills, gifts, to feel the spirit of the other person. Because everybody give out these energies. So we have to, they say, be very careful. This is part of the wisdom amongst the great Athabascan People and most indigenous people throughout the world. We must take care of how we think-- how we feel. <br />The signs of this time of healing that is to start are: <br />When the children bring back the spirit to the village; when the young start speaking with the wisdom of the elders; when the leadership energies start shifting to the feminine side; when this hoop of the 100 eagles feathers gets completed. And when the White Bison shows up. These are all the signs of the movement from the 4th to the 5th Hoop. <br />Now, I know that some of this is in language that you may have not heard in your lifetime. But I know inside, you will recognize these words to be true. Your intuition is going to tell you what I am saying is true. The world for the last 4,000 or so years has been stuck in the male energy side. The male energy is thinking from the brain. It is a management from the top down. It is more aggressive. It does not use intuition or feelings from the heart. It is a different kind of energy. It is not a bad energy. It is just different than the female energy. Female energy is healing, nurturing, loving, caring, touching, sharing. And that the world spiritual leaders know now that these energies have been male and now have shifted to the female side. <br />The center of the top of the energy entrance to the Earth Mother is here through Alaska. The spiritual leaders say that a host, hosts of angels, are coming through Alaska-- spreading out throughout the world for this healing to take place. <br />I see what is happening to our young people. I spent most of my life thinking I was a leader, for 25 years working for my people. I realized, when I finally woke up, I was not a leader because I was stuck in the same place with the same kind of sickness they had. <br />Harold Napoleon, who wrote the book, The Way of the Human Being, talks about the Great Death. Why, people ask, are we suffering like this today? Why are our kids this way? Why are we having this alcohol problem? It is easy to understand when you get back in touch with your heart. Harold Napoleon talks about the time of the Great Death. My people faced it. Eighty percent of our people were wiped out in 50 years. We still have stories of those times. How many men can a musket ball kill? The Russians were betting about the Aleuts, so they lined them up back to back, shot point blank, and the answer is 9. There is one community where the Russians went to take all the women and girls for their sex slaves. The women and girls said, "No, this will be a violation of our spirit!" And they all got on top of a cliff and jumped, in mass, and died. There is a story in a village in Akutan, where it used to take a year to build meat boats from hide. It was one of the most sophisticated kayaks in the world. It took a year to build because it had to be dependable. They had to go out on the high seas for weeks on end. They knew this, and the Russians knew this. The fur traders, who were greedy, went into the village at night and destroyed all the boats. The village starved to death. There was one old woman who survived out of 300 people. <br />So we have these stories. The first people who were killed among my people were the Shaman and their apprentices. Because of their religion, or way of life of spirituality, the Russians did not understand so they destroyed it. They thought it was a threat. Can you imagine our people who are survivors-- we are survivors here today, having gone through that time-- experiencing for 50 years, 8 out of 10 people dying in a horrible way? Your loved ones? Your grandchildren? Your children? Your mother? Your wives? Your husbands? [All] dying by horrible ways for 50 years? Year after year, seeing horrible death? And being subjected to all this? The American doctors have a name for this now, they call it Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. <br />The Vietnam Vets have also experienced this syndrome. The veterans, when they came back from Vietnam, were depressed. They took drugs. They took alcohol. They withdrew from their relationships. They could not be close to people because it hurt too much. They did anything to escape their feeling and what they were thinking. When they did that, they separated from their spiritual side. When this happened, the depression started. So they experienced this in Vietnam after 2 or 3 years. Sometimes people had 4 trips over there. Our people experienced it for generations. Not only did wenot have the support that the Vietnam Vets had, [but] they still had their culture intact when they came back. <br />Our cultures were eliminated, or attempted to be destroyed. So that the survivors, who had survived, were without hope. Having gone through such misery and pain, the only thing they could do to defend themselves, the only way they knew how to defend themselves, was not to feel. <br />I know and I understand it. Harold Napoleon understood it. Many of you understand it. Because as a child, like many of our people, [I] grew up in a family the abused alcohol. And the first thing that I did as a child to defend myself was to shut off my feelings. They were shut off for over 20 years. And when that happened, it is a state of constant depression and addiction. Addictions can be cigarettes - alcohol - TV - noise; big loud music, and even thoughts could be an addiction. Anything to take us away from feeling right now the way we feel. We try to run away from it. That is what happening when you see a kid walk down the street with big earphones blasting and they are not hearing anything else because they do not want to be here. No. <br />The wisdom keepers say that the only place to find the power of the Creator is to be present in this moment. If we have fears, we are projecting them into the future. Into a future time that does not even exist. If we have guilt, we are living in the past, for the past things we did. We are not living now. All the spiritual keepers, of all groups in the world, be they Buddhists, be they Islamic, be it part Red Pack, be it medicine pack-- you name it-- say [that] the only way to find the power that has been given to us from the Creator is to be here, now. Not to escape. <br />So you see, this addiction that has happened from the Great Death, the survivors are separated from their feelings. Can you imagine the kind of children they raised? It was hard for them to love and be close to another because they were afraid. "If I became too close and love somebody, they would be destroyed, and I would suffer the pain all over again. So, they stayed away from that feeling. Those kids grew up and had their own kids, and from generations to generation to generation, until today, we have the legacy the inheritance of this spiritual sickness that was given to us a long time ago. And so the answers from the wisdom keepers is to work at being present and that will first revive the key. <br />The spiritual keepers also say that the first step towards healing yourself, before you can heal others or help heal others, is to love that which we may hate or who may hate me. We may hate ourselves. We may hate an organization. We may hate the people from outside who have interfered. We may hate somebody. The first step towards this healing is to stop the hate and turn it into love. And it will transform everything. This spiritual sickness that we have is going to move now. It is going to change. <br />There are some predictions in the sacred stone tablets among the wisdom keepers about what is going to happen here in this World of the 5th Hoop. Not only are we going to have this healing but the Earth Mother is going to shake in a way that it has never shook before. It is going to move in a way it has never done before. There is going to be a lot of fear because of this, and the wisdom keepers want me to convey that, when this happens, we should not be afraid. Because, what is happening is that the Earth Mother is trying to help us remove the stuff that we have stuck in our bodies, inherited from the spiritual sickness of generations and generations out. And one of the ways that we do that is to scare the life out of us. This is why there is going to be time for healers. <br />Healers are being called from all over. Women are now taking their place as the original healers around the world and some of the strongest original healers are starting here in Alaska. Not only [will there be] the shift to the feminine side of leadership, but the women are going to start taking their place as healers. I think this is an exciting time. The Dalai Lama went down to Yakutan during the last change of the moon, with all the spiritual leaders, to pray for this time of the shift, this time of healing. And he has 'chosen'-- and this is the words that they use, which are hard to understand-- he has chosen to take the spiritual energies that they have been keeping in Tibet and move them from Tibet and bring them here to Alaska. Which they did a few weeks ago. The reason they did this is because the Chinese are wiping out the Tibetan Monks and destroying all the temples. So the Dalai Lama moved its spiritual energy here to Alaska, because this is the place where the healing is going to start. And this is the place where all the Angels are coming in by hosts. This is the place where the hoop of a hundred eagle feathers will be finished. And, interestingly enough, some of the healing ways are being revived from all the cultures. People are being woken up. <br />How do we start this healing? When you are quiet within yourself and you sit next to the river-- ask. Do not be afraid to ask. Ask the Creator. Ask whoever you feel is your higher power, "Please help me find the way because I do not know how to heal." "Make me your history." And when you ask that, with humility in your heart, you will get it. You will find it. And it will be given to you, you will see this healing starting to spread like wild fire. It is just exciting. Exciting to see. And the key to it is staying here, now. <br />Now, last thing I am going to say: I ran the village corporation in St. Paul for 10 years. I was city manager for 4 years. We started from no economy out there. In 1983 the government pulled out. That was our only economy. They pulled out and we lost 80% of our jobs. That year we had 100 suicide attempts out of 600 people. We had 4 people who killed themselves. We had 3 who were murdered-- things that had not happened in our village for 150 years! The last person ever murdered in our village was over 150 years ago. And it all happened in this one year. Big shaking up. And we thought, the leadership thought-- including me-- that, if we worked to bring the economy back so that everybody got a good paying job, our kids would return to our village. And that it would solve our problems. We had [a] growing alcohol problem, 60% of population [were[ alcoholic and 1/3 of our kids have Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. We had suicide attempts all the time. I have been to 44 funerals here in 4 years-- 44 funerals! Goodness sakes. <br />So what we learned from this and what I want to share with you is what happened when we got our economy [back]. We have the strongest rural economy in the State of Alaska right now. Our per capita income is $34,000.00-- $34,000.00 per person! That is what was accomplished in 10 years. But did it solve our problems? No. The spiritual sickness is still going on. The money only feeds the addiction. We have a community that is already addicted in some way because of the spiritual sickness. We have inherited this sickness from the time of the Great Death. <br />Bringing money in, in large numbers, will fuel the addictions just like gasoline to fire. It will make it worse. Bigger. Because it is what we do with the money. Look at St. Paul. We are buying cars. Everybody has got a car now. We bought, maybe, 300 cars in last 3 years. Everybody has got 1 or 2 TV sets-- big ones. Everybody has got 4-wheelers. Everybody has got boats. Everybody has got nice clothes. Everybody has got nice houses. Things. Everybody has got things. But yet they are saying, "We are not happy. What is wrong?" What is wrong is [that] we were looking outside for feeding for a hunger inside-- a hunger that we did not understand. And that hunger is the hunger of the spirit. <br />When we have addictions, it is a hunger to fill the spirit. It is like a big stomach inside you that wants to feed all of the time. And no matter how much we feed it with these addictions, [it] is never enough. And it just goes down and down and we get so depressed that we feel we can not get out of it. At that point, you die either physically or your die spiritually. Hopefully, many people will not have to go through that. <br />So, that is the message that I have brought to you. This is a message of hope and a message of good wisdom. Remember, our cultures are not lost. The wisdom of it is already here with us. We just do not know it yet, because we are spiritually sleeping.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-64813910190436146832008-09-22T16:51:00.000-07:002008-09-26T03:35:50.008-07:00ANCESTORS REBURIALIt is hard to explain what the last five years have been like for the Elwha People. The Tsewhitzen village has been in existence since at least 2,700 years. Just how many more years was never determined because excavation had been stopped by the Elwha Tribe.<br /><br />The Washington State Department of Transportation had chosen Port Angeles as the site to build a graving yard to repair the aging Hood Canal Bridge. The City of Port Angeles and Washington State and the Elwha Tribe knew the village was there. Test drilling indicated no human habitation. Construction began.<br /><br />The Elwha Tribe was consulted only when the first human remains were found. The State people said my Business Committee, they call themselves the Tribal Council, told the State that they could have the site, the Ancestors, everything for 50 million dollars. The State said they laughed. My Business Committee bartered and kept dropping their price. They wound up taking the 3.4 million that the State originally offered.<br /><br />The State interpreted the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act to mean the return of human remains only. They did not care that they destroyed priceless and irreplaceable artifacts. They excavated with a backhoe.<br /><br />Tribal members were hired to dig up the remains of their own ancestors. They worked hard to stay ahead of the State’s voracious machines. <br /><br />Some of the graves were from the smallpox and influenza times. We were reminded that at one time this government tried to kill all of the First Peoples of this land.<br /><br />Our Elders began having strokes and heart attacks. Some fell. Tribal members began having episodes of grief and anger.<br /> <br />People from Port Angeles were angry with us. They saw the Tribe as being in the way of much needed jobs. Hate against Native Americans hadn’t been this high since the Makah Whale hunt.<br /><br />Racist cowards phoned the Tribal Center with death threats. One said he could sit on top of the hill and shoot us as we came out of our houses.<br /><br />A Tribal member made a quick stop in downtown Port Angeles. When she came back to her car someone had thrown bones into the back seat. Tests revealed it was from a barbecue.<br /><br />The whites didn’t understand why we considered our Ancestors remains sacred. They thought they were just dead bones.<br /><br />I don’t remember if it was a State employee or just a callous racist that said, “They consider everything to be sacred.” It was getting in the way of their progress.<br /><br />We couldn’t understand why the white people couldn’t see the sacredness of life.<br /><br />Our People were being “ghosted.” There were knocks on doors. No one was there. There were footsteps in halls, again no one was there. Adults couldn’t see them. Some children could.<br /><br />The Ancestors spoke to those who could hear and understand them. They wanted this atrocity to stop. They wanted to be reburied.<br /><br />A councilman called on the Indian Shakers for help. He would become paralyzed at dark time. He would be able to move again when daylight came.<br /><br />The father of one of the first babies to be excavated was trying to talk with our councilman. The Ancestor had placed his baby in the councilmans hands and spoke to him. He said “Take care of my baby.” He wanted us to pray for her and return her to her burial.<br /><br />The Business Committee would not listen. One of our members started crying and couldn’t quit. She didn’t know why. We were called in to pray for her. The Ancestors said hard times were coming for the Elwha. She was crying for those who would be crying. They said that when the deaths started the Shakers would not be able to stop them. <br /><br />They also said we would be held accountable because we hadn’t stood up to the politicians and demanded that they do the right thing. As the Spiritual wing of the Tribe we should have done what was right.<br /><br />Our young people worked in the rain, mud, snow and burning sun. People from other Tribes said they wouldn’t touch the dead. Our youth answered back that it was an honor to work for the ancestors, to save their remains from being desecrated one more time. It broke my heart to watch them bravely go to work knowing that they were placing their lives on the line for other people’s greed.<br /><br />What happened at Tsewhitzen should never have happened. It was all about greed. The state wanted a graving yard at the cheapest price available. The city of Port Angeles wanted jobs. The Elwha Business Committee wanted the best price they could get.<br /><br />Anger and depression grew. People were getting sick. I knew we couldn’t endure this much longer.<br /><br />Shakers from Skokomish asked me why we didn’t have a protest at the graving yard site. They wanted a march on the Department of Transportation and the Governors mansion. They wanted to tell the State how they felt about their treatment of our Ancestors. <br /><br />I dragged my feet because I thought that in this time of Homeland Security someone would be killed by the State or the feds. Racism was so high it was likely that townspeople would bring out their guns against us.<br /><br />I had asked my friend Keith to put a petition to stop the excavation on the internet. We worked around the clock to get out the news of what was happening. We focused pressure on the State of Washington. <br /><br />We crashed a tour that was being given at the site. We were assessing the site for our ability to protect ourselves. It was wide open to invasion from water and land. There was a hill where snipers could pick us off.<br /><br />The body count had reached over 300 and we had millions of shards of human remains. I didn’t think my Tribe could hold out much longer. I chose a date for our occupation and demonstration. <br /><br />We would take over our village site on the anniversary of our Treaty. We would march on the capitol.<br /><br />Keith and I talked about the dangers and decided to go ahead with our plans.<br /><br />His wife wanted to do a healing ceremony from her Tribe. I asked our business manager for use of a room in the Tribal Center for her ceremony.<br /><br />He told me that he couldn’t approve a ceremony. I told him I wasn’t asking his permission. I was asking for use of a room. <br /><br />He told me that he only spoke to the Shaker Minister about spiritual matters. He was following our Tribal chairwoman’s hiding behind sovereignty to not talk with Tribal members.<br /><br />They stole our idea for a healing ceremony. They set it for Treaty day.<br /><br />It was disappointing. There was no healing ceremony. They had asked the Shakers to pray and sing. They ignored us.<br /><br />Every politician in Clallam County, Port Angeles, and the Elwha Tribe spoke. We stood in freezing wind and rain. <br /><br />Finally David demanded that we have our turn to pray. He led us in songs.<br /><br />I spoke when he finished. I thanked the People for their dedication and patience. I thanked them for standing in the freezing rain and winds to listen to every politician in Clallam County speak.<br /><br />It suddenly occurred to my chairwoman to get everyone out of the cold. She sent one of our young men to lead a procession around the dig. We have one way to turn that unravels. It frees you. She sent them the wrong way. Tribal members wouldn’t walk that way.<br /><br />It took years for all the politicians to agree to do the right thing. Meanwhile the deaths started. It was horrible.<br /><br />About a year and a half ago we had our worst time. Within a week three of our Tribal members had died.<br /><br />A father died of cancer. He left a young family. Many of our people seemed to die of cancer during this time. One was a little girl.<br /><br />A car load of teenagers plunged into our river killing one of our girls and a Makah boy. The FBI was suspicious because their friends tried for an hour to rescue them before calling the police. They didn’t understand that our youth don’t see the police as friends anymore than my generation did.<br /><br />My mother had been in the hospital for a month. So had a Makah Elder that was a familiar face on the Canoe Journeys. She died the day before my mom in the same manner.<br /><br />It seems that the Makah fate was intertwined with Tsewhitzen as much as ours was.<br /><br />My brother in law died a few weeks later from cancer. It was only at his graveside service that I felt all of our losses. I gazed in horror at the two other new graves.<br /><br />I had stayed with my mother in the hospital and didn’t attend the other two funerals. I didn’t make it to the Makah Elders for the same reason.<br /><br />The same thing had happened to other families on the rez. We were weary from crying. It seemed that the open grave that was Tsewhitzen would take every Tribal member to fill it.<br /><br />I had a dream that my chairwoman and I were hauled in front of the Ancestors. There was a brilliant white light. They spoke through it. They said that it was time for the sacrifice of the Chief.<br /><br />I woke up angry. I asked Why was I there? I knew she had never sacrificed for anything in her life. She probably never would. I asked myself if I was supposed to make the sacrifice for her.<br /><br />I spoke with a cousin about my dream. He said the message was for the council. I was the witness and the one to deliver the message. I did and it was ignored along with the other messages I delivered.<br /><br />It took five years for the date of the burial to come. I had given up hope.<br /><br />On September 12, 2008 our prayers began. Our chairwoman had never done anything about Tsewhitzen without intense press coverage. I expected the same during the burial.<br /><br />On Saturday Doug McDonald showed up. He had been Secretary of the Department of Transportation. He gave a moving speech about healing the community of Port Angeles and the Elwha Reservation. That day had been his son’s wedding. He came to be with us. He cried as he spoke of finally ending this issue.<br /><br />He stayed with us through all our prayers. On September 15 we started the reburials. I saw one photographer documenting the reburial. I told our chairwoman that photographing work like this takes it out of the sacred. She said she understood. <br /><br />We had disturbed our own Ancestors for her greed. I wanted her held responsible.<br /><br />At the first dinner the Canadian Shaker sitting next to me leaned over and started talking about the damage hate does. I had always denied hating my chairwoman. I said it was her greed and actions I hated.<br /><br />I admitted that I hated her. I don’t want to do it any more. I still became angry with her for having a photographer and reporter there. I tried not to let the anger turn to hate.<br /><br />The Canadians knew their stuff and everything went perfectly. They taught our people to do this with gentleness and love. We couldn’t have done this without them. <br /><br />I thank all the People that prayed for my Tribe as we went through this horror. Prayer is so important. I am learning the lesson of forgiveness. <br /><br />Our Ancestors accepted our work and were happy to return home.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-88412874806944927572008-08-18T11:24:00.000-07:002008-08-18T12:55:02.891-07:00THE SEEDS OF DESTRUCTION #३: GREEDTHE SEEDS OF DESTRUCTION #3<br /><br />GREED<br /><br />Generosity among our people is revered. Greed strangles the soul. <br /><br />These seeds of destruction come as a set. You let one in your heart and the others are right behind. It’s hard to separate them.<br /><br />Greed is many things. It is wanting what someone else has. It is wanting more than anyone else. It is stinginess.<br /><br />We see greed in our elected officials. They are tempted by money. It is not only Native politicians but our senators and representatives. <br /><br />A presidential candidate started out working for adequate health care for all citizens and ended up working to make money for insurance companies. That person threatened to take insurance money out of the poors paycheck to pay for health insurance. That threat was made because the poor said they couldn’t afford it.<br /><br />We see Tribal employees and Tribal councils using programs and money to buy votes. Only certain Tribal members will get services and goodies. In our greed we may accept favoritism at the expense of Tribal members who really need help.<br /><br />Our becoming lost on the wrong path happened when our thinking changed from we to me. We stopped thinking of ourselves as part of a greater whole. We bettered our position as the expense of someone else.<br /><br />The Creator doesn’t ask us to be better than anyone else. He asks us to do the best we can.<br /><br />In our prophecies we knew that somewhere on Mother Earth there was a white race. We were told that if they ever became lost they would be sent to us. We were supposed to help them get back on the right path.<br /><br />The right path is praying, talking with and listening to the Creator. The right path is maintaining balance in our lives and therefore in the world.<br /><br />We were also told what could possibly happen when and if those lost ones showed up. It was impossible to our Ancestors to understand the possibility of genocide. They took precautions just in case.<br /><br />Young boys and girls were selected from each Tribe. They were sent to other Tribes for fostering. This was to keep Tribes from becoming extinct. If all the people died then the children would be returned to repopulate the Tribe.<br /><br />The white man was crazier than our Ancestors could imagine. The greed that drove the white race from their own lands to conquer the world was impossible to comprehend. <br /><br />The white race did not see the sacredness of our land or our people. They saw our land in terms of personal wealth though it belonged to another. They saw us as being in the way of that wealth.<br /><br />Our Ancestors would not put children in danger. Those destined to save their Tribes were absorbed into their foster families. We think that some Tribes are extinct. We may carry in our blood the seeds to save that Tribe.<br /><br />Our cedar trees which covered us from birth to death were stripped from Mother Earth. Lumber mills powered the economy of the Pacific Northwest for generations.<br />We had recognized the life and intelligence within the cedar tree. We asked permission before we took it’s life. We recognized the sovereignty of the cedar. <br /><br />We prayed and blessed it. The cedar was then cut to make homes or a canoe. We did the same when we took it’s cedar bark for our clothing or ceremonial use.<br /><br />We prayed and purified ourselves before hunting or fishing. We readied ourselves in honor of the one that would give up it's life to feed us. We told the hunted one why we needed help, we needed to feed our families, or perform a ceremony or to feed guests at a feast.<br /><br />We didn’t take more than we needed.<br /><br />That kind of honor isn’t always seen today. We have people who have adopted the white ambition. We see money not life.<br /><br />Money is paper, it burns then it is gone. Life is eternal.<br /><br />Greed has separated us into individuals. We no longer see ourselves as part of a greater whole.<br /><br />Chiefs were trained to think of the whole Tribe. They did what was best for everyone. We lived as one.<br /><br />We can see that the other seeds of destruction contribute to greed. Lust for power can make us step all over our people and abandon them. Jealousy of another can cause us to take from them in many ways.<br /><br />Greed is different from healthy ambition. It rots the desire to do good. It is selfish.<br /><br />When we banish greed from our soul we will work for the good of all.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-8425914163975575322008-08-10T12:45:00.000-07:002008-08-10T12:49:55.952-07:00HEALING IS HARDHEALING IS HARD<br /><br /><br /><br />Healing may be like lancing a boil. We have to clear out the poison so that the flesh and skin can heal. It is a very painful process.<br /><br />Healing sexual abuse can be like that. If the abusers are respected people in our communities, it hurts as if they are a part of our own family.<br /><br />We have been praying for the healing of women and girls that have been sexually abused. Statistics say that 3 out of 4 Native women have been abused as women or girls.<br /><br />That means out of every four Native women you know three have been abused. <br /><br />When the abusers are respected members of our communities and families our first impulse will be to protect them. We may even say the child is lying.<br /><br />What if he or she is not lying? What happens to the body, mind and soul of the child if we cover up the situation?<br /><br />We have told them that they are not worth protecting. They will think that they have no sovereignty over their own bodies. They will have no healthy boundaries to protect themselves.<br /><br />A child may begin to think of themselves as dirty or ugly. They may assume that something is wrong with them. Their life has been ruined.<br /><br />We may have protected the accused one. We have done so at the price of a child. <br /><br />The horror of child sexual abuse cuts across every political, economic and cultural line in our communities. We find ministers, medicine people, political leaders, parents, family members etc that are child molesters. <br /><br />When a child makes an accusation of sexual abuse, they are usually telling the truth. If the accusation is false it is still an indicator that something is wrong.<br /><br />Our communities are out of balance. We can trace the introduction of child sexual abuse back to residential schools and boarding schools. We can place blame directly into the hands of the Catholic Church.<br /><br />Healing will come from us. We are the ones that must say “This sickness stops here and now.” No one will do that for us. No one can do that for us.<br /><br />It will be like an amputation to lose a respected community member and family member if they are found guilty of child sexual abuse.<br />If we are to survive as a healthy People once again we must allow this part of the healing process. We can only love the perpetrator and allow him or her to go through his healing. <br /><br />That may mean that he or she will go to prison. They won’t be allowed around young children. That will hurt them and us. It is necessary for the healing of our community.<br /><br />For a long time we have turned a blind eye to this issue. If knowledge surfaces that someone has molested a child we say, “That’s the way he is.” We have allowed our future to be abused.<br /><br />The introduction of child sexual abuse was a part of genocide as much as small pox and alcohol. It has been the longest reaching and created the most turmoil in our lives.<br /><br />We must send out the message that child sexual abuse will no longer be tolerated in our communities. We will no longer allow the beating and rape of our future. Our children are our future.<br /><br />The amputation of a loved one from our communities is a sacrifice we must make to stop this atrocity. It is a process we must go through for our healing.<br /><br />Alcohol and drugs have been a balm for sexual abuse. Many prostitutes were abused. Many abusers were abused.<br /><br />We have carried this secret far too long. It has festered for generations. The only way to begin the healing is to acknowledge its existence.<br /><br />Our children are worth protecting. Our future deserves a chance. We must allow the process to run its course.<br /><br />We must make sure that our children know we still love them. That what happened wasn’t their fault. There is nothing inherently wrong with them. Counseling is a good idea for the child and perpetrator. We need to change our thinking.<br /><br />Cecelia Fire Thunder of Pine Ridge says that incidents of domestic violence, rape, and child sexual abuse fell once arrests and convictions were instated. Men realized that there would be consequences for their transgressions of women and children.<br /><br />Violence, rape, and abuse of children are signs that our world is way out of balance. No one will right it but us.<br /><br />May we bring healing to our communities with love, kindness, understanding and the Creator’s help. All of our people deserve healing. We are one people.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-25604256400949182332008-07-05T14:03:00.000-07:002008-07-05T14:06:02.269-07:00July 4, 2008July 4, 2008<br /><br />Amerikan Freedom – Amerikan Oppression<br /><br /><br />The day started out well enough. I was happy. I picked wild rose petals at the beach. The day was hot. I am making an incense for Mom’s memorial giveaway. I am making wild rose petal jelly for our next Traditional Foods Dinner. I need the rose petals for both.<br /><br />I thought I would go to the reservation across the river to see what was there. I found no wild roses but noted the huckleberries should be ripe next month.<br /><br />I drove into town to get freezer bags. I went to a grocery store I like. They have the best prices on fruits, vegetables and meats. Sometimes they carry elk. They also carry VHS movies for $4.95. I found my favorite movie “Camelot” there.<br /><br />This time I found Chuck Owens outside the store thumping watermelons. I stopped and watched him. He and his wife Margaret founded The Peninsula Citizens for the Protection of Whales. <br /><br />Anti-Treaty racists always use the word citizens to differentiate between Whites and Indians. They are the citizens and we are still the savages. They do it to generate hate and anger against us.<br /><br />Chuck had just declared that the sentencing of Wayne Johnson and Andy Noel to prison for whaling “was the nail in the coffin.” Was the coffin for whaling, our Treaties, or us?<br /><br />Chuck and Margaret call themselves anti-whaling protestors. I have never seen them work to clean up the oceans or do anything positive to protect whales. Their claim to fame is their racism against the Makah and other Indians. Chuck claims to have coined the phrase “Save a Whale, Harpoon a Makah.” He had tshirts and bumper stickers made up with that slogan.<br /><br />The internet anti-racism group CERTAIN, The Coalition to End Racial Targeting of American Indian Nations, confronted the use of that phrase. Chuck said it was a joke. Later he denied the racist epithet ever existed. I saw white haired women carrying placards with that ugly statement in Sequim.<br /><br />Chuck used to be a commercial fisherman. He captained a boat for High Tides. It is a company that hires Indians. He and his wife partied with those Indians. He once told me that the saddest thing was when Indians stopped talking to him because of his anti-Indian statements. He said that they stopped talking to him because he protected whales.<br /><br />During the first Environmental Impact Study meetings papers ran photos of Chuck Owens ranting against the Makah. His mouth was wide open. He wore an Indian knit cap. Its design was whales.<br /><br />I told Mom to come look at this crazy white man yelling his hate about Indians. She watched him on TV in his Indian hat screaming his hate of Indians. She laughed every time it came on.<br /><br />Mom was always afraid that the antiwhalers would do me harm. They tried. They rammed my car in the Safeway plaza parking lot so hard the license plate came off. I could never get it to stay on after that. They monkey wrenched the road to my house.<br /><br />I had come home from a day in town. I stopped to check my mail. My mailbox was tied up. A rope stretched from the hook on the door and was pegged to the ground. I thought if it was a projectile it would hit me in the side of the head.<br /><br />I was angry. It was the day the first Environmental Impact Study came out in favor of the Makah. It was Friday the 13. The local newspaper quoted Chuck Owens calling it an unlucky day for whales.<br /><br />I was angry. The antiwhalers were trying to frighten me. I went search of a policeman. I found one and dragged him to see my mailbox. I told him I thought it was the antiwhalers. He told me not to go to my house. He said he would contact me when he found out what it was.<br /><br />I went to my mother’s house and waited. That was about noon. The policeman came about 10:30 that night to tell me I could go home. An off duty policewoman had passed my mailbox. She didn’t see the rope stretched from my mailbox to the telephone pole across the street. When her car touched the rope it triggered a projectile that shattered her windshield. The car belonged to her mother, a drinking partner of the Owens.<br /><br />They must have realized they didn’t get me. They did it again. This time they got a non-Tribal member. The police watched my mailbox for a week. The antiwhalers did not come back. <br /><br />I was talking on the phone with another CERTAIN member when the policeman told me I could go home. She told me that what had been done was called monkey wrenching. It was developed by those trying to stop logging of old growth forests.<br /><br />The monkey wrenchers were probably from Earth First. Some were here to protest Makah Whaling. They wanted to silence the most vocal of the Makah supporters. Makah and members of other Tribes would stop me on the street or in stores. They thanked me for my letters. They said I was able to say what they couldn’t. The English language is still foreign to us. Spirit has given me the gift of words. I use it to protect my People.<br /><br />I don’t drink or do drugs so my social path had never crossed the Owens. I met them at the Sullivan Reading. Robert Sullivan, a white journalist, had written a book about the Makah Whale Hunt. In general it was a good book and funny. I went to the reading to confront him about his chapter on Paul Watson.<br /><br />Paul Watson of Seashepherd had called himself The American Indian Movement’s medic. He made absurd claims of being at the occupation of Wounded Knee in 1973. Interesting thing is no one who was there remembers him.<br /><br />Watson claimed to have “run through a hail of lead” to rescue wounded medic Roque Madrid. He also said he assisted Lakota Medicine Man Leonard Crow Dog in removing the bullet. Crow Dog doesn’t remember him. Neither did Roque.<br /><br />Watson said he received a vision in a sweat ceremony with Lakota Medicine Man Wallace Black Elk. Apparently a buffalo appeared to Watson. It had a spear in it with a rope attached. He says he chased off the hunters. He said Wallace Black Elk interpreted his vision for him. He claims Wallace said that it wasn’t a buffalo but the buffalo of the seas, whales. He said that Watson was the shepherd of the sea.<br /><br />That’s a very nice story. Wallace said it never happened. Watson tells this story to prove he’s not racist against Indians. It’s a lie.<br /><br />I asked Sullivan why he printed Watson’s sack of lies. I told him that if he researched those statements he would have known it was all a lie. Watson is famous among Indians for his lies. Sullivan said he included Watson’s stories because Watson believed they were true.<br /><br />Chuck, Margaret and Dan Spomer were at the reading. I had seen Chuck’s photos in the paper. He is a big man with long shaggy hair and a beard. He is your basic old hippie. Many of the residents in the little community of Joyce where the Owens live wear overalls. Chuck became recognizable for his size and overalls in the anti-whaling demonstrations.<br /><br />I had been writing letters to the editor in the only daily newspaper on the peninsula. I debated the antiwhalers statements point by point. I corrected their lies about our Treaties and our culture and religion. The anti-whalers used racism and deceit to enflame the white community against us.<br /><br />Indians and whites experience the world differently. Words in English may mean opposite things to us. Sacrifice is one of those words.<br /><br />We will sacrifice for our family, our Tribe, to change a situation. That may mean we will join our faith, participate in a ceremony, or seek a vision.<br /><br />We believe that an animal or plant will sacrifice himself or herself to feed us. It is their choice. They hear our prayers and decide that it would be an honor to give their lives to us.<br /><br />That appears to be inapprehensible to the antiwhalers. They claim to love the whales for their intelligence and human qualities. Yet they do not acknowledge the sovereignty of the whales. That is inapprehensible to me.<br /><br />The antiwhalers twisted our words about the whale’s sacrifice. They claimed that we sacrificed the whale as Satanists sacrifice animals. That’s funny because most of the antiwhalers are wiccan. It appears that some of their leaders may be full-blown Satanists.<br /><br />That was one of the earliest racist lies that the antiwhalers told. They rant and rave that we sacrificed the whale the Makah caught in 1999.<br /><br />I had gotten involved with CERTAIN on the internet because of Paul Watson’s lies about the 1973 occupation of Wounded Knee. At that time he was living in Vancouver. There were a few of us from Washington State at the occupation of Wounded Knee. <br /><br />We should have known a white boy from Vancouver. No one from the Pacific Northwest remembers a heroic white boy that ran through a hail of lead to rescue a wounded medic. No one remembers Paul Watson helping remove the bullet from a real medic. The white people from Washington State don’t remember Watson. He claims that we are denying his involvement. <br /><br />Watson came to Neah Bay during the first Makah whale hunt. When I got involved Michael Kundu was his director of information. Kundu used the internet to organize their wiccan activity.<br /><br />The Makah whale hunt was fought on several levels. You saw one level on the evening news. Seashepherd used the newspapers to pound their racist stereotypes into people’s heads.<br /><br />A woman who had been protesting the Makah whale hunt left abruptly. She told CERTAIN that one of the female leaders took her to a coven meeting. They cast their spells on the Makah. This woman was the daughter of a Baptist preacher. It frightened her. She pretended to go along with everything until she got back to Sekiu. She didn’t even bother to pack her clothes. She immediately left for home. She was frightened.<br /><br />We already knew of their Wicca activity. We had been lifting their work. Some hunters had come to me and asked me to look at something. They took me up into the mountains by Joyce. It was a real beautiful place.<br /><br />They said that every time they went there a fog came up and a bird appeared and said hello. I saw a circle cut into the ground with rocks placed around it. The others had gone to see the view. I had seen this place in vision as we lifted their work.<br /><br />When we started back down the hill we passed a caravan of cars speeding past. They were so intent I don’t think they saw us. I recognized Dan Spomer in the lead truck. I saw Chuck and Margaret Owens in the second truck. I didn’t recognize the car or passengers in the third car. They knew someone had found the site where they cast their spells. I laughed all the way down the mountain.<br /><br />I call Port Angeles the Selma of the Pacific Northwest because of its racism. At the height of the controversy over Makah whaling a little girl’s baseball team cancelled their participation in a tournament in Port Angeles. Their African American parents said they didn’t want their children to be subject to racism.<br /><br />That incident was a blow to the business community. They formed the Multicultural Taskforce on racism. The antiwhalers had called for a boycott of Washington State until the “citizens” stopped the Makah Whale Hunt.<br /><br />The situation backfired on the antiwhalers. People were objecting to the racism. The antiwhalers called for a boycott of Indian owned casinos, fireworks stands and smokeshops. The Makah tribe does not own a casino or smokeshop. It was becoming more apparent that their real issue was racism.<br /><br />The gray whales are no longer endangered. They’re not even threatened. That was never the issue. It was hate.<br /><br />The local newspaper printed many letters of hate. Spomer and the Owens were allowed to write editorials and letters every month. Margaret’s poems would be printed. Their followers would write letters. We were flooded by hate.<br /><br />One time Spomer wrote an article about the Hopi “sacrifice” of eagles. It was a silly fantasy printed as truth. I am held to journalistic standards for my letters. Apparently Spomer did not have to present evidence that his article on the Hopi was true.<br /><br />The Owens and Spomer and their followers attacked me by name in their letters. I would respond to them by name and the opinions page editor refused to print them. I went to his office and demanded to know why.<br /><br />I was told that I am in the public domain. I asked why. He said it was because I wrote such good letters. I guess it didn’t occur to him that the Native woman before him had a degree in journalism. <br /><br />I said that I am not the head of an organization, I don’t ask for contributions, I don’t make press releases that the paper publishes. The Owens and Spomer are the heads of antiwhaling organizations. They ask for money. They make press releases. They are in the public domain.<br /><br />The editor said that he didn’t want them confronted in Safeway. That was what they were trying to do to Indians. They intentionally raised racism to an unprecedented level.<br /><br />He agreed to stop allowing them to attack me by name. He has kept his word. The antiwhalers hate me more than they hate the Makah. I am articulate and I am not afraid of them.<br /><br />I have been facing racism in Port Angeles all of my life. On my first day of school I was five years old. It was my first time away from my family. It was the first time I faced white people by myself.<br /><br />At the first recess I walked outside. I was surrounded by a bunch of bigger older white boys. I was terrified. They said a lot of ugly things to me. The one I remember was they told me that the reason I wasn’t white was because Indians bathe in shit. That memory hurts as much today as it did then.<br /><br />That treatment continued throughout my school days in Port Angeles. I began taking the classes that would get me into college when I was in Junior High.<br /><br />Indians weren’t expected to finish high school. College was an impossible dream for an Indian girl. I was the only Indian in my classes. The white students tortured me.<br /><br />Many of the first antiwhalers in Port Angeles were those same people. It was the same hate hidden behind the cause of whales. They had never shown a concern for the environment.<br /><br />Racism on the internet reminded me of school in Port Angeles. It was ugly and stupid. They were hiding behind monitors so it was a free for all. <br /><br />I had fun picking a name for the internet wars over racism. Many whites who claim Indian blood are descended from an Indian grandmother who was a princess. Many white women who are married to an Indian man claim that he is descended from chiefs. That makes them a princess.<br /><br />I discussed this with friends. I wanted a name from English royalty. I turned the tables on those stealing royalty from us. We discussed many names. One tugged at my mind. I rejected it because it was too soon after the death of England’s Princess Diana. It was too good to pass. I became Diana Princess of Whales.<br /><br />The men of CERTAIN used their real names. The women used pseudonyms for safety’s sake.<br /><br />A couple of the CERTAIN members created a character called DaBoss Whale. Watson had said that he takes orders only from the whales. Another antiwhaler said that Indians shouldn’t eat whales because they are actually from the planet Sirius. They are here as ambassadors.<br /><br />DaBoss Whale became a Sirian assigned to planet Earth to study humans. DaBoss Whale made daily reports to the Sirian High Commander about the actions of the antiwhalers. He was fascinated with their racism. Many of his reports were his attempts to understand the cause and need for racism among humans.<br /><br />It was fun and some of our best writing came through the Sirians. The High Commander reported to the Galactic Council. He ordered his scientists to abduct some of the antiwhalers, They took DNA and did tests to see if racism was from a physical defect. The Sirian scientists concluded that racism was a mental illness. They offered their help to the antiwhalers. None of them accepted the Sirians gracious offer.<br /><br />Indians can find and create humor in the worst of situations.<br /><br />I confronted Spomer and the Owens at the Sullivan reading about their racism. Chuck told me that he was doing what he was doing to protect our Treaties. He said that the US government wasn’t really protecting our Treaty rights. He said they were after oil that they’d found off the Coast of Washington State.<br /><br />I told him that I didn’t need a racist white man to protect my Treaty Rights. Chuck is a bully. Like all bullies he is a coward when an enemy faces him.<br /><br />When I confronted him at the supermarket about his nails in the coffin statement he said he wasn’t a racist because he supported my Tribe during the Tsewhitzen issue. He also said he was opposing the whalers because they violated their own Tribe’s laws.<br /><br />He said he wrote an article supporting my Tribes effort to stop the State of Washington from desecrating our Ancestors. I had never seen that article. That would not excuse him from his racism against the Makah.<br /><br />Chuck said he received death threats because of his support of my Tribe. One of my Spiritual teachers that has gone on would have told me to thank him. I have seen her do that to people that were lying. She did most of the work lifting the antiwhalers Wiccan and Satanist work on the Makah.<br /><br />Chuck called for the manager of the Supermarket. He told them I was threatening to kick his butt. The clerks looked at him then at me and laughed. I told them to call the newspaper too. The smug smirk left Chuck’s face.<br /><br />He was imagining as I was headlines about racist antiwhaling leader Chuck Owens being physically threatened by a local Indian woman. I laughed at the look on his face. <br /><br />The manager came and talked to me about racism in Port Angeles until Chuck finished his shopping. Then he let me do mine.<br /><br />It was a funny incident. It exemplifies the treatment of Indians in this country. Times have changed though. I am not five years old. I am not frightened of racist white bullies. <br /><br />We have won. That first whale the Makah got brought great healing to all of our communities. She taught us the power of prayer.<br /><br />It doesn’t matter what the racists say or do. That first whale that they had christened Yabis knowingly gave her life that we might live. She started a new era for us.<br /><br />The imprisonment of Wayne Johnson and Andy Noel is just the newest incident of oppression of the First Peoples of this land. They will be remembered along with the Great Chiefs Joseph, Geronimo and Crazy Horse.<br /><br />Thanks Chuck Owens for standing up for my Ancestors. That act was good for your soul.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-33850514872260517492008-06-14T14:14:00.000-07:002008-06-14T14:16:32.933-07:00TRADITIONAL FOODS 2008TRADITIONAL FOODS 2008<br /><br />It’s amazing how fast time passes. We started our Traditional Foods dinners in the year 2000. The diabetes nurse and I went to a workshop put on by Rudy Ryser chairman of the Center for World Indigenous Studies.<br /><br />We immersed ourselves in Traditional foods of the Coast Salish and the Plateau Tribes. The Yakama man who was to speak on his Tribe’s Traditional foods couldn’t make it because of a death in his family. Bruce Miller is both Coast Salish and Yakama. He spoke in the morning about Salish foods and stepped up to speak about Plateau foods.<br /><br />This was very exciting for me. I had seen a TV news magazine segment on a Native Hawaiian doctor who had put his Native patients on a Traditional Hawaiian diet. They have the same health problems Indians do.<br /><br />They didn’t have to count calories or weigh their food. They could eat as much as they wanted to but they could only eat their traditional foods. It was amazing. Their blood sugar normalized. So did blood pressure. Arthritis disappeared. They lost weight.<br /><br />They caught the taro root before it disappeared. There was some still growing unattended in old gardens. They began cultivating it again. This planted a seed in my mind.<br /><br />During the 1970’s and 1980’s I had tried to revive the First Salmon Ceremony in my Tribe. No one was interested. There were Elders still living who knew how to do the real old ceremony. A few years later the Shaker Minister would ring his bells and sing to bless the fish at the fish hatchery.<br /><br />Now the Fish Committee has a blessing of the fleet and a first salmon ceremony. We are going forward, back to our roots, our strength.<br /><br />This year will be my first time without my Mom. She has supported our Traditional Foods dinners since the beginning. It will be hard not to have her sitting at the table with me.<br /><br />THE DINNER<br /><br />The dinner is over now. I felt mom’s Spirit supporting me during our dinner. There were new people that came. I went to see a cousin that was decorating the tables and making the buckskin bread. <br /><br />I came across some boys about 8 or 10 years old. They were cutting branches off young trees by the side of the road. They looked guilty and scared when I stopped. I told them we were having a Traditional Foods Dinner in a couple hours. I told them to come eat with us.<br /><br />The boys came and filled their plates. I saw them go back for seconds. My grand nephew was one of them. He kept going back for desert.<br /><br />My older sister had promised to bake bread but wasn’t able to. I got out my flour and yeast and prayed it would taste good. Mom was famous for her yeast bread. My other sisters are good bread makers. So I prayed the whole time. There wasn’t any left after the dinner so I guess I did okay.<br /><br />It was the first time that a cousin came from Muckleshoot. She had a good time. Another came from Oregon and cooked the duck for us. She promised duck again for the fall dinner.<br /><br />I tell the same story at each dinner.<br /><br />On the Elwha River, there is a rock with a deep depression in it like a basket. That is our Creation Site. It is buried beneath one of the dams. <br /><br />The first People were the Trees and plants. Everything was good but there was something missing. The Creator then made all the animals. This was also good, but there was still something missing. The Creator made all that is Spirit. He then reached into the earth and pulled out the red clay. He fashioned it the way he wanted it. He filled the rock with water and bathed each Creation in it. He lifted his new Creation to each direction so all life would know it. He then worked out from the Elwha River placing each Creation where he wanted them. These new Creations are the human beings.<br /><br />The Creator gave us simple laws to follow. We were to love one another and take care of one another. As long as we prayed and sang we had a good life. After a while people stopped praying and talking with the Creator. They stopped listening to him. We forgot our mandate to love and take care of one another. We became lost.<br /><br />We forgot our sacred beginnings. We forgot our teachings. We thought we were the source of power. We forgot the Creator in our lives. We did unspeakable things to each other. Men began abusing women and children. Balance went out of the world.<br /><br />The Creator became sorry he had made his Creations. He decided he would destroy them. Those that still prayed and listened to the Creator knew his plans. They got their canoes ready. Some made rafts. They gathered food and fresh water.<br /><br />The rains started. The rivers flooded and the oceans rose. The fresh water became salty and undrinkable. Most of life on earth died.<br /><br />Our People tied their canoes onto the mountain top so we wouldn’t get lost. The rains stopped and the waters receded. You can find this story in petroglyphs in the mountains. Our People recorded how long it rained, how long the flood lasted, how long it took the waters to recede. They recorded the animals they saw and how many. <br /><br />After the world dried there wasn’t enough food for all the humans and animals. They got together and discussed the situation. They decided they would play a game. The winner would get to eat the loser. Our Ancestors won the game.<br /><br />The animals and plants still keep their word. They give up their lives that we might live. We had ceremonies that thanked all the ones that feed us. These ceremonies were outlawed in the 1800’s by the States and the US federal government. <br /><br />So much time has passed we have forgotten how to do those ceremonies. So now we have a non-denominational dinner and accept the gift of those that give up their lives that we might live. We thank and bless them. I trust that the Creator will give back to us the way he wants those ceremonies done.<br /><br />The white staff has done much to undermine our Dinners. They have bought farmed clams instead of our Native ones. These clams come from the Philippines. Whites prefer them because to the white palate they are milder. They have bought farmed salmon. It comes from the Atlantic. I guess it tastes milder to them too. This year they did not invite the other Tribes. They said we were feeding more guests than our own tribal members.<br /><br />That kind of stinginess is not Traditional. It is the white man’s way of thinking. We are famous for our hospitality. It is our pride and joy.<br /><br />Our Potlatches or give-aways were outlawed because the white man could not understand giving away everything we owned. We knew a secret they didn’t. There was always more where that came from. Giving away keeps the luck and abundance flowing. What makes the white heart so stingy?<br /><br />We didn’t become poor until the white government outlawed our giveaways. We have started them again. We didn’t ask anyone’s permission. We exercised our sovereignty and took it back.<br /><br />We have started our Memorial Dinners and giveaways for those that have gone on. Our children started a Potlatch with the school district. They thought it would lessen the racism if the teachers and other school employees understood their culture or way of doing things better.<br /><br />The students came up with this idea themselves. I think they were in the 5th grade. They are young adults now. The white teachers were embarrassed at first to receive gifts for no reason but the honor their students gave them. They now participate whole-heartedly and bring books for the Tribal Library. The parents put on a great dinner.<br /><br />That is another thing whites don’t understand about us. We have dinners for everything. It is the most healing thing we can do for our Tribes and our communities.<br /><br />It is called “Eating out of the same dish.” There was a time when we actually did eat out of the same dish. You can see in museums beautifully carved bowls that extend the length of a longhouse. It would have an animal representative of the owner carved into the bowl. We would sit around that bowl and eat out of it.<br /><br />When we do that we become one-heart one-mind. We become even and equal. The elders and the sick take what they need from that combined energy for their health and strength. All of us do. The youth and children have the most strength and energy to contribute. We must not chase them away. They must be allowed to know their importance and our need for them in our Tribes and communities.<br /><br />I did not understand why people had begun telling me that I did not start the Traditional Foods Dinner. Other people began taking credit for doing that. <br /><br />We may get a grant next year for a Traditional Foods program. We can do so many healing things. We can teach our children to hunt and fish. We can teach them how to clean and prepare those foods. We can teach them how to smoke and other ways of preserving food.<br /><br />We can bring back our Traditional values. Life will then have more meaning to us and our children. The possibilities are exciting. <br /><br />All of this has come from a simple dinner, to acknowledge what the Creator gave us and to give thanks. We love our people. We love God, The Creator, by whatever name a person chooses to call that Life Source.<br /><br />We have taken that first step to get us back on the right road. We have connected with the Creator and brought prayer back into our lives. We are including our Tribe and our relatives and friends from other Tribes in our journey back to healing. <br /><br />We will be like our Ancestors that knew enough to ready their canoes. We will be the ones that step into the new world that is coming. We will be the ones that know how to gather from Mother Earth’s garden. We will be the survivors.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-54031893965195216302008-06-14T14:06:00.000-07:002008-06-14T14:08:39.338-07:00THE SEEDS OF DESTRUCTION #2THE SEEDS OF DESTRUCTION #2<br /><br />JEALOUSY<br /><br />Jealousy is also one of the seeds of destruction. We can see it in our communities. These seeds are what we banish from our hearts and minds when we purify ourselves. That is when we become humble. Then there is room for God in our hearts and lives.<br /><br />Each one of us comes here to do something good, to contribute to the wellbeing of our Tribe. Some of us bring humor and laughter. Those ones know how to lift up the spirits of other people.<br /><br />Some are historians. That is a very sacred duty. They “remember” everything that happens. They can tell the history of our people so we will never forget.<br /><br />Some people know the plant medicines. They know what will heal our bodies and our minds and our spirits.<br /><br />Some people are good parents. They raise good healthy happy human beings.<br /><br />Some are good hunters and fishermen. Some are good berry pickers and know which roots and plants to gather. They feed our bodies and our spirits.<br /><br />We have artists that record our life and bring beauty and truth into our lives. We have singers and dancers.<br /><br />Everyone has something important to contribute. We need each other for a healthy happy complete Tribe.<br /><br />The Creator asks us to do the best we can in everything we do. He doesn’t ask us to be better than anyone else. That is where jealousy sets in.<br /><br />We see our short comings when we measure ourselves against another. We start feeling insecure and inferior. There will always be someone who does something better than us. Maybe it is their work here on earth.<br /><br />Each of us has something important to contribute. It is our life’s work. It may not be our profession. There is something that only we can do.<br /><br />If we become jealous of someone and suppress that person and what they are good at, we may be suppressing what we need for our healing. It is to our benefit to allow each person to be the best they can be. It does not diminish anyone else to do that.<br /><br />Our jealousy forces us to undermine another’s efforts. We may be jealous of artists or writers. They may have a way of interpreting our life in a way we can’t. That in no way interferes with what we have to contribute.<br /><br />I have seen people in Tribal education stop a person in their tracks. They won’t fund one person who is doing well, they will fund another who fails in their attempt at schooling. In their jealousy they may be stopping a person who should be a doctor or other healer or a journalist a judge or cop or a playwright or lawyer or biologist or chemist. Maybe they stopped the person that was supposed to find the cure for cancer. Jealousy makes us do stupid things.<br /><br />Each one of us has come here to do something good and to contribute to our Tribes. Each one of us is important. If we let jealousy into our hearts we are doomed. That European adage that we are only as strong as our weakest link is true.<br /><br />Sometimes when we put someone else down we fool ourselves into thinking that we are better than that person. We think that we have advanced because we look down on someone else.<br /><br />That is so silly. We know that we haven’t advanced. All we have done is to destroy someone else’s happiness and the work they came to do. We have stopped that person’s unique contribution to the Tribe. We have stopped their help and healing.<br /><br />We must allow each other to be the best we can be. We must not measure ourselves against another.<br /><br />Sometimes in our jealousy to hold someone else back we spend all our own energy. We miss our opportunity to do something good. We don’t do whatever unique thing we came here to do.<br /><br />Once we stop allowing jealousy to hold us back we will make a giant leap down that right road. Our Tribes will be healthier and happier. Our world will become more balanced.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-89429969966346966882008-06-12T10:54:00.000-07:002008-06-12T10:58:30.734-07:00THE SEEDS OF DESTRUCTION #1THE SEEDS OF DESTRUCTION #1<br /><br />LUST<br /><br />This is the big one that has brought so many tears and ruined so many lives. Our children who were raised to believe that they were sacred were kidnapped into schools run by Catholic nuns and priests or federally run government boarding schools. <br /><br />Those servants of God had taken vows of chastity. They promised God that they would remain virgins in his service. When they had Indian children in captivity for the school year they forced our babies to perform sex acts with them. What happened to their vows of chastity?<br /><br />If there is in reality a heaven and hell I pray that all those nuns and priests that abused our babies are slowly roasting in hell. They had better be tortured for their sins as they threatened us with God’s wrath.<br /><br />BIA boarding schools were just as bad. They tried to beat the Indian out of us. That meant our culture, Spiritual beliefs and language. <br /><br />An Elder told me that the first thing done to him at boarding school was they cut his hair. He crawled on the floor trying to pick up all his hair. They wouldn’t let him. They threw it all into the dump. He was six years old.<br /><br />He told me this because he was teaching me that we have to take care of our hair. We have to pick up each strand and keep it in a special place. When we are buried it will be buried with us. If we don’t our Spirit will have to crawl over the earth and pick up each strand before we can move on.<br /><br />Our teaching is that we have to be firm in our discipline. There is a very thin line between being firm and being mean. We have to be careful not to cross that line. <br /><br />If we have no discipline our children will not learn. If we are mean there are two things that will happen. The child will become mean in self defense. Or we will break their Spirits. Look around at our communities. Our people are either mean or broken-spirited. There are few healthy members of our communities.<br /><br />Lust of the nuns and priests violated the bodies of our babies in their Catholic boarding schools. They destroyed the child’s sense of self and their healthy boundaries. They created abusers and victims. Those wounded babies were then sent home to plant those seeds of destruction in our Tribal Communities.<br /><br />Sexual abuse is rampant in our communities. We see abusers in our medicine people, ministers, police, educators and Tribal Council. Abuse runs the gamut of the educated, sober, uneducated, and alcoholic and drug addicted.<br /><br />We see men spiritually abusing a woman if she tries to leave him or starts asserting her authority over her own life. He may be a medicine man, road man or simply call himself Traditional. He may pray that she be tortured and tormented until she comes back to him or does what he wants her to do.<br /><br />We see abusive men in positions of respect and power. If they grew up with the belief that they had the right to rape any female they may still believe it is their right. They might still rape a niece or other relative if the opportunity arises.<br /><br />Packs of boys gang raped girls that they caught alone. Sometimes it was their sister, cousin, aunt, or niece. Sometimes it was their best friend’s sister. That girl’s life was forever ruined. Her sense of sacredness was destroyed. She had no more feeling of safety.<br /><br />Boys and men don’t consider the lives they have ruined by sexual abuse. In this corrupt society a male may think it is his right to rape anyone he can over power. In his mind that action defines his masculinity. That is so far from our teaching that the first law of a chief is to feed the people.<br /><br />Those boys sometimes grow into positions of respectability and power. Of course they don’t see that what they did was wrong. Our communities do not hold them accountable. <br /><br />What they did was as wrong as what the priests, nuns, and boarding school employees did that started this transgression to all that is holy. Rape isn’t sex. It is violence.<br /><br />There was a time when Indian men knew that they were sacred beings. They chose a wife and honored her sacredness. They raised their children as sacred beings.<br /><br />Men used their gift of strength to feed and protect The People. We lived within the laws of the Creator.<br /><br />Sex is a healthy expression of love between two people. What happens when it has become a tool of oppression? Children are sacred and our future. What happens when our future is raped and beaten? <br /><br />Women are the life-givers. Power and knowledge travel through women. What happens when our source of life and spiritual rights and responsibilities and teachings are raped and beaten?<br /><br />Sexual abuse is learned behavior. It is not Traditional. We can hold all the nuns and priests and government employees accountable for planting this seed of destruction in all of our communities.<br /><br />We must hold ourselves responsible for the health or sickness in our communities. We have the right and responsibility to say that the sickness perpetrated on us stops here. We will not participate.<br /><br />It is within our power to once again live our lives according to our Traditional values. If the outlawing of these principles started us down the wrong path, then reintroducing them will return us to a healthy state.<br /><br />Our babies are sacred. They come to us directly from Spirit. It is said that they still speak the language from where they came from. The toddlers can still understand them until they learn our tongue and forget their language of Spirit. If we don’t treat them well they can decide to leave us and they will die. That is Spiritual law. It happens whether we know it or not.<br /><br />Women are sacred. They represent Mother Earth. All life that comes into this reality comes through the female principle. Power and knowledge travel through women. That is why our family line and our right to do ceremonies or Spiritual work are traced through our mother. This is Spiritual Law. It happens whether we know it or not.<br /><br />Men are sacred. They have the strength and ability to feed and protect our People. We need our men to be the ones that the Creator gave the mandate to be our Chiefs and warriors.<br /><br />We need only to look out our window to see that Mother Earth is in need of healing. Our future looks bleak. We are on the fast lane to extinction.<br /><br />Each one of us can change our situation. We need only to see the sacredness within our selves. We will then treat all others also as sacred beings. We will bring balance back to ourselves, Mother Earth and our future.<br /><br />We need to bring healing and balance back into our communities. Men must step up to the plate and deal with the hurt and sorrow carried by many women.<br /><br />Statistics say that 3 out of 4 Indian women have been sexually abused. That is a lot. We talk about our broken treaties and our abuse in residential schools and BIA boarding schools. That is over but the seed of destruction planted by those nuns and priests and government workers is still flourishing and destroying lives.<br /><br />We need our political leaders to acknowledge the devastation done to our sisters and children. We need programs and ceremonies for healing. <br /><br />If the men cannot apologize for their rape of their own people then they at least need to acknowledge that this problem exists. We need a proclamation that this violation ceases now. We need to prosecute those who rape and ruin a woman or child’s life.<br /><br />A man may consider rape a measure of his manhood and strength. His victim has been devastated and shamed. She may question God for the rest of her life. Why did he allow this to happen? What did she do to bring this on?<br /><br />We have to change our thinking very quickly if the human race is to survive. Men are not superior to women. Women are not superior to men. We are equal.<br /><br />The person who knows that he or she is a sacred creation of God will not abuse another in any way. That is a violation of our mandate to love and take care of one another. <br /><br />We get back on the right path by getting back in touch with the Creator. We do that through prayer. We know we are doing the right thing when we are happy. Happiness is our marker that we are on the right path.<br /><br />What’s so hard about that?Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-80266698195246923032008-05-24T16:27:00.000-07:002008-05-24T16:29:22.924-07:00RECLAIMING OUR SACREDRECLAIMING OUR SACRED<br /><br />FINDING DAWN<br /><br />I did get to go to a workshop on domestic violence and rape. It was called “Reclaiming our Sacred.” It was in Seattle, cohosted by Daybreak Star and WomenSpirit coalition.<br /><br />We saw a Canadian Documentary called “Finding Dawn.” This was the second time I had seen the movie. It broke my heart again. I allowed myself to cry this time.<br /><br />Dawn was a beautiful young Native woman who was a sex worker on the streets of Vancouver British Columbia. She disappeared without a trace. Eventually a pig farmer was discovered to be a serial killer. He picked up prostitutes, took them to his farm, tortured and killed them. Remains of missing women were found on his farm. He was charged with their murder.<br /><br />Dawn’s DNA was found on the farm. The farmer was not charged with her murder because there was only enough DNA to identify her, but not enough to charge him with her murder. I don’t understand that. It sounds like simple racism to me.<br /><br />Dawn had gone to Vancouver to live. She had no education or job skills. A friend she had made was a sex worker. She recruited Dawn. But Dawn could not bring herself to have sex with her first customer. Her friend introduced her to drugs. She told Dawn they would relax her and allow her to provide sex to the customers. She became addicted and allowed her sacredness to be violated.<br /><br />That is what is also happening in our communities. Alcohol and drugs break down our knowledge and respect for the sacred in our lives. We no longer see the sacredness in ourselves or each other. We rarely hear the teachings.<br />DAWN RISING<br /><br />This documentary “Finding Dawn” shows how Native women have been devalued in both Canada and the United States. The ones who care and try to understand what happened are friends and relatives.<br /><br />Dawn had a sister who also died in an Eastern Canadian city. She and Dawn had been put into white foster homes when they were children. They were both sexually abused in their first home. <br /><br />Their foster father had violated the sacredness of Dawn and her sister. He broke their hearts and their Spirits. <br /><br />Many children were raped at residential schools. They brought home that seed of destruction to plant in our communities. It flourished and destroyed the sacredness within succeeding generations. We can no longer see the sacredness in ourselves or other people.<br /><br />Dawn’s brother was interviewed. He kept in touch with both of his sisters. Both would call him in the middle of the night and talk about being sexually abused as children.<br /><br />The brother leads a march every Valentines day in support of missing and murdered Native women in Canada. Valentines Day is the day to express love. He does this for his two sisters and to bring attention to the cases of murdered and missing Native women.<br /><br />The documentary showed a stretch of highway where Native women have disappeared. Some bodies have been found. They told the story of a teenage girl that is missing. <br /><br />She had asked her older sister for a ride into town. Her sister had something else to do so the girl hitchhiked. No one has seen her since. That was a few years ago. Her parents still drive around the country, to powwows etc. hoping to find someone that has seen their daughter.<br /><br />THE PROPHECIES<br /><br /><br />If the Mayan prophecies are right then this world as we know it will end on December 20 2012. If the Hopi prophecies are right then we have to get ourselves back on the good road or Mother Earth and all of humanity will die. We only have four years to do all of that if we are to survive.<br /><br />We get back on the right road by getting in touch with the Creator. We do that through prayer.<br /><br />We lost our way when the “white man” or the United States government outlawed our religions. We were forbidden to practice or participate in our ceremonies.<br /><br />Some of the bigger Tribes with bigger reservations were able to continue their ceremonies deep in the countryside away from white eyes. Some hid their ceremonies behind Christian holidays. Some hid their ceremonies behind Christian symbols. Some simply took their faith underground.<br /><br />It is our belief here in the Pacific Northwest that our prayers and songs and dances feed the Spirits of all life. We have songs for the Killer Whale, and eagle etc. When our songs and dances were forbidden to us other species began dying. We did too. We could no longer feed the Spirits of our relatives and helpers. We could no longer feed our own Spirits.<br /><br />EXTINCTION IS A CHOICE<br /><br />The Makah were and are whale hunters. They voluntarily stopped hunting gray whales when white New England whalers hunted them to near extinction. The white whalers did not hunt gray whales for food as the Makah did. They took the whales for oil and to make corsettes for their women. <br /><br />The Makah never forgot the gray whale or their Spiritual relationship with them. They still sang the songs for the gray whale and did the dances. They told stories of how their grandfathers had fasted, prayed and bathed in icy rivers to get ready for whale hunts. It was the Makah love for the gray whale that brought them back from extinction.<br /><br />The ivory billed woodpecker was thought to be extinct. This was a sacred being of the south eastern Tribes. Those People kept using the ivory billed woodpecker in their art. They told stories of it helping to heal the people. It was a medicine power. A white fisherman saw three of those woodpeckers. He reported it to the authorities. More sightings occurred. They had come back from extinction.<br /><br />One of the teachers in our Traditional Foods classes is a Mohawk physician. She works at one of the Tribes. She uses both the white man’s medicines and Indian medicines with her patients.<br /><br />She said at the last class that if we don’t use our Traditional foods and medicines they will think that we don’t want them anymore and will leave us. They are sentient beings too.<br /><br />A few years ago I decided I would gather gooseberries for our Traditional foods dinner. I couldn’t find any where my mother and I used to pick them. I asked some of the elders where they used to pick. I went to where they told me and found none.<br /><br />I was invited to speak at a workshop on Traditional Foods and Medicines at the Lummi Tribe. I told my story of the gooseberries disappearing from my reservation. An elder man spoke up saying that where we were is called Gooseberry Point. He said that was because it used to be covered with gooseberries. He hadn’t realized that they were gone until I told my story.<br /><br />I have been telling this story for years to encourage people to be aware of the changes happening in our world. Last year one gooseberry plant appeared at the river. This year there are three and I have seen others around the reservation.<br /><br />We have gotten some gooseberry plants from another reservation to reintroduce to our own home. Had they decided to leave us because they thought we didn’t want them anymore? Did they come back because we talked of how important they are to us? Is this superstition or evidence that we are part of a greater whole?<br /><br />If changing our thoughts can bring back species from extinction, what will happen if we change our thoughts about ourselves?<br /><br />What will happen in our Tribes if we start treating our children as sacred beings who have come to us directly from Spirit? What will happen if we again have the knowing that if they feel unwanted they can decide to leave us and they will die?<br /><br />What will happen if we again acknowledge that women are sacred beings? Women are Mother Earth’s representatives in human form. Could a man hit a female knowing he is in reality punching Mother Earth? Could a man rape a female with the knowledge that he is actually raping Mother Earth?<br /><br />What will happen when men again realize their own sacredness? They were given physical strength to fish and hunt to feed The People. They are here to represent the Creator and protect The People. Would someone that knows his own sacredness abuse that gift of strength to hurt or control someone else?<br /><br />We have seen by the example of the ivory billed woodpecker, gray whales, and gooseberry plants that extinction isn’t always permanent.<br /><br />We are our own rescuers. We need only to get back in touch with the Creator. We begin by talking to God and listening to him. We do that through prayer.<br /><br />All life is sacred. That includes us. Once we recognize the sacred within ourselves and each other our world will begin to right itself. If we don’t then extinction is the inevitable end of our pathMonicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-55092808537401851962008-04-10T15:05:00.000-07:002008-04-10T15:07:05.204-07:00MOMMOM<br /><br />I write this to honor Mom and for the younger members of the family. So they will know better the lady called “Grandma Jane” on the Elwha Reservation.<br /><br />It’s been over a year now since Mom left us. She was in the hospital for about a month as her body shut down one organ at a time. <br /><br />Mom never did like to be alone. A young niece volunteered to stay at the hospital with her. She was too young to watch Mom die. She wound up crying. She said she couldn’t do it. <br /><br />Another cousin volunteered to stay with Mom. She wound up crying saying she couldn’t do it either. <br /><br />I steeled myself to stay with Mom until the end. I moved into the hospital with her. <br /><br />I wasn’t the favorite. We have lived our lives at cross purposes. In the end I realized that I was the one that she counted on. <br /><br /> Mom was born and grew up on the beach at Little Boston. She and her friends would take the bigger oyster shells and fill them with sand. They would stand smaller mussels shells in the sand. The oyster shells were boats or cars and the mussel shells were the people.<br /><br />Grampa and the other men hollowed out logs and fitted them together. They laid them out on poles stretching them from the creek to divert water to the houses. People would pull out the plugs and fill their buckets with cold fresh water. I am constantly amazed at the simple engineering skills of my ancestors. They knew how to live on the land without harming it.<br /><br />Grampa worked in wood. He made canoes and skiffs or rowboats. He also made furniture. He carved a spinning wheel so my aunt could make yarn.<br /><br />Once Mom showed me a brittle newspaper that contained an article about Grampa, who he was and about his carving. It described Mom as a beautiful little girl with bright shining eyes. The article called her a princess. Grampas father was our last chief of the Port Gamble band. We have had Tribal Councils since then. Grampa was our first Secretary Treasurer because he could read and write. It was his job to communicate with Washington DC.<br /><br />Grampa told my Aunt Martha to keep a journal of what happened to our People. He told her to put them in cans and bury them. He wanted an accurate account of our history. I don’t think he trusted the white man to do that. My aunt passed this job to me.<br /><br />Aunt Martha was from Grampas first marriage. Her mother was from the Katzie Tribe in Canada. She was a lot older than Mom, only ten years younger than Mom’s mother. She would refer to Grampa as “my father.” It made mom jealous. She said that’s our father. She was small and began calling Aunt Martha’s husband “our husband.” She thought they shared everything.<br /><br />When mom was born she was given the Indian name Kristonia. Christina was chosen as her English name because it sounded similar.<br /><br />Mom said that she didn’t face racism when she went to public school. She understood the Klallam language but refused to speak it. Dad said he didn’t talk white man until he married Mom.<br /><br />Members of the Tribe started moving to save our language before it disappeared. When someone outside the family would ask Mom questions about the language she would become afraid. She would say she didn’t know. <br /><br />My uncle Tom from Canada moved to the rez to help in the language program. He would come see Dad for help remembering words. One day they were discussing how to say something. Both men were very hard of hearing. They were almost shouting at each other. Mom was in the kitchen working. She stepped into the living room and told them the word they were trying to remember. Dad laughed because he knew Mom knew more than she let on.<br /><br />I never did get the story from her about why she was afraid for people to know she understood the Klallam language. Something had happened to her. That was a secret she took to her grave. I can only assume that she was tortured as many were for speaking her language.<br /><br />Lummi elder Joe Washington said that his tongue was burned with a match for speaking his language. He could not force himself to speak the language though he understood. Some survival instinct kicked in and wouldn’t allow him to do it. His wife would talk to him in Indian when they didn’t want anyone to know what they were talking about. He would nod and answer in English. We always figured it out that way. <br /><br />Dad was born and grew up at the spit in Port Angeles. It was our last traditional village site. Our Shaker Minister is our last Tribal member born there. I call her our last wild Indian. The rest of us are Rez Indians.<br /><br />Mom had moved to the Jamestown village to baby sit for a relative. It was her first job. The girl who became her best friend was Dad’s first cousin.<br /><br />Dad would rent a bicycle from Port Angeles and bike to Jamestown to pick up Mom. She would sit on the bar handles and they would ride around the countryside. That was their dates.<br /><br />They married and moved into a house on the spit in Port Angeles. Just before World War 2 the federal government condemned the houses and moved the residents to what became the Elwha Reservation.<br /><br />Elwha was an original village site. Early white settlers coveted the land. They thought that since it was at the mouth of the river it would be good farm land like the mouth of the Mississippi river. <br /><br />One night whites broke into the Elwha longhouses and started shooting. The People ran and kept going. They went to wherever they had relatives. The white farmers moved on to the land.<br /><br />The Elwha valley is fishing country not farmland. The soil is either clay or rocks. It is river bed. The land would not cooperate with those white men.<br /><br />The kind hearted farmers sold their stolen land to the federal government for the landless Indians. It was just before World War 2 and the government wanted our last village site on the spit for a Coast Guard Base. Our people were forced out of their homes onto the reservation.<br /><br />Many of us can trace our Klallam blood through the western villages back to Clallam Bay and Sekiu and well into Makah territory. My great-grandmother was from Ozette. Elwha is an original village site. Those of us who live here now are descendants of the survivors of the western bands of the Klallam Tribe. <br /><br />Port Gamble is an original village site. Yet they are also the descendants of the survivors of the eastern bands of the Klallam Tribe. That is where Mom is from. We buried both her and Dad there.<br /><br />Dad was drafted into World War 2. Mom took her three children back to her own rez to be with her family. When Dad came back from the war he was drinking. So was Mom.<br /><br />Dad’s relatives said he was fun loving when he was young. He loved baseball and fishing. I never knew that man. Alcohol and violence had set in by the time I was born.<br /><br />An older relative of Dad’s from Neah Bay, Aunt Nora, once asked me if it was true that Dad beat Mom. I was a teenager by then. She said she couldn’t believe it. She told me that my grandfather had beaten my grandmother. She said Dad would take care of his mother when the beating was over. He would gently wash the blood from her face. He would pick up my grandmother and put her in the car. He wouldn’t let anyone else touch her. He would drive her around until she regained consciousness. I couldn’t imagine that kind gentle loving part of Dad. All I had known was violence.<br /> <br />Our lives growing up was hard. We had entered that dark transitional period in Indian history. We didn’t have our ceremonies to help and guide us. Christian churches destroyed our traditional life but wasn’t equipped to deal with the destruction they had wreaked.<br /><br />I was talking with a cousin/friend who is on the council. I told her I wanted to go to a workshop on domestic violence and rape. She was happy I was interested in the subject. No one wants to touch it or acknowledge that it is a problem in our communities.<br /><br />We talked about how violence had affected our lives. She too had watched her Mom be beaten by her boyfriends. She didn’t have a consistent father figure in her life. She thought that was the problem. I had my dad but didn’t fare any better than she did.<br /><br />She entered an abusive relationship when she married a white man. She stayed in the relationship for her children. She finally left him and moved back to the rez and is working on her healing as I am.<br /><br />Our mothers were strong people. I can see that now. I didn’t always think that. I always blamed Mom for not leaving Dad. I loved Dad but not his violence.<br /><br />I understand now that she didn’t have the money or the means to leave him. She had no education and no marketable skills. She made the best choices in a situation that gave her no choices.<br /><br />My nieces and nephews may be hurt by this part of our family history. But we must face it to heal it. Mom and Dad had stopped drinking by the time they came along. The physical violence had stopped. The damage had already been done to my sisters, me, my cousins and friends who had also grown up with violence.<br /><br />My sisters, my cousins, my friends all got involved in abusive relationships. Since we had grown up with it we thought it was normal. We thought there was something wrong with us. I ran from relationships. I didn’t want to be trapped.<br /><br />Dad died a little over ten years before Mom. My older sister and my brother never did forgive him for what he had put us through. When the hospital told Mom that Dad had passed away she collapsed. I left her with the rest of the family and went to sit with Dad’s now empty body.<br /><br />I cried and told him how he had ruined my life. I told him that I forgave him. I told him that I had always loved him even though I hated what he put me through. I think I had an easier time with his death than my brother and sister because I forgave him.<br /><br />Mom was lonely for the rest of her life although she was surrounded by her family. There were few left of her own age. She went through a period of missing Dad. She told me once that when she died she didn’t want to be with him. I think she was remembering the violent part of their lives together.<br /><br />She fell once and cracked a disc in her spine. It was so painful for her. Luckily I had been staying with her. It was very early in the morning. She was making coffee. I had to call my sister and her son to help pick her up. <br /><br />She loved going on the canoe journeys. She was so proud of the young people who paddled. Dad had lived long enough to see the return of the canoes. They were among the first elders to support the journeys.<br /><br />At that time you had to have the permission of an elder to be in the canoes. One of Dad’s grandnieces came to him for permission. He stared at her for a second then said yes. He was honored and proud at the same time. Dad’s grandfather had made a canoe for him before he passed away. It was lost in a flood. Dad had fished in a canoe and was so happy to see their return.<br /><br />Mom was usually the oldest person at the canoe events. She was gifted many blankets for that honor. Dad liked to tease her about that. <br /><br />Mom fell and broke her hip. That was the beginning of her downhill slide. That last time she wound up in the hospital it was with pneumonia. We found out that her esophagus wasn’t working properly. She couldn’t swallow. Remnants of food would get into her lungs and cause infections. They were giving her oxygen.<br /><br />She was seeing Dad regularly now. He would fish in the bay during the day. He would come in and sit on the beach until it got dark. He would come into Mom’s room. He would leave when it got light. <br /><br />Mom was worried that he would get in trouble with the hospital. She asked a nurse if it was okay if her husband stayed with her. The nurse laughed and made fun of her. That was when Mom started getting rowdy. No one could control her. She was demanding to go home, but the hospital wouldn’t release her. That was when I moved in with her.<br /><br />The doctor would tell me that Mom’s body was giving out and she probably wouldn’t make it through the night. I would call the family together and she would be happy and rebound. It went on like that for a month. I had always thought Mom was frail. I couldn’t believe how her body fought to survive.<br /><br />The doctor told me that we had to decide what to do. She said that Mom could no longer eat because she could no longer swallow. She would have to be fed by a tube in her stomach. Her lungs no longer worked properly. She would have to be on a breathing machine the rest of her life.<br /><br />I didn’t want to put anyone else through making that decision. I told the doctor to take her off life support. I called my older sister and told her what I had done. She cried and said it was best, that it was okay. I called my brother. He cried and told me it was best. I called my sister who was caring for her husband. He was dying of cancer. She also cried and said it was okay.<br /><br />Mom miraculously lived a few more days. She was able to see all the people that she had loved. <br /><br />I had gone back to my house to shower and change. As I was driving back to the hospital I saw in my minds eye a big longhouse. Dad walked to the center of it. Mom’s brothers lined up on either side of him. I knew the time had come.<br /><br />One of my nephews was in mom’s room. He had been staying with us the last few nights. He would sit with mom, go for a walk and come back. He was worn out like everyone else. He wanted to go home but would stay if I wanted him to. I asked him to stay one more night.<br /><br />I didn’t tell him of my vision. I didn’t know if I was strong enough to be by myself when she left us. He slept soundly on the other bed. I sat next to Mom and slept fitfully. <br /><br />Mom was having a series of heart attacks. Everything was set up for me to give her morphine. For some reason I couldn’t do it. I would call a nurse and they would administer it. All I could do was hold Mom and pray for her until the pain subsided. The nurses were understanding and patient with me.<br /><br />I sat up when I heard her breathing stop. I went to her bed. I took her in my arms and told her that I loved her. I told her that I had always loved her.<br /><br />I went to the nurses station and told them that Mom had passed away. The nurse went into the room to check and removed the oxygen and iv’s.<br /><br />I woke my nephew and told him that Mom had just passed away. He kissed Mom and called his own mother to give her the news.<br /><br />I had always judged Mom and the other women of her generation for being weak and making the wrong decisions. I was the wrong one. I see now that they were very strong. They did the best they could in situations that gave them no options.<br /><br />They suffered violence and racism and ate shit so that we could survive. I lift my hands to all the Indian women of the preceding generations.<br /><br />May all my Indian sisters and I do as well with the same courage and strength as our mothers had.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-39966978141408464902008-04-09T16:01:00.000-07:002008-04-09T16:12:37.144-07:00SAVING MOTHER EARTHSaving Mother Earth<br /><br /><br />On February 11 2008 group of Native Americans headed by the American Indian Movements original founder Dennis Banks left the west coast on a five month journey across the United States to Washington DC. They walk to bring attention to Indian issues and for the healing of Mother Earth and protection of our sacred sites.<br /><br />It is a timely topic. Many ancient Indian village sites throughout the United States are being desecrated in the name of progress. In Port Angeles Washington the Klallam village of Tsewhitzen was unearthed as the State Department of Transportation built a graving yard to repair the aging Hood Canal Bridge.<br /><br />The Elwha Klallam Tribe worked furiously to save ancestral remains from being overrun by the state’s bulldozers. The body count mounted. The speed destroyed many historical objects. <br /><br />Over 300 fully intact remains were unearthed before the Elwha Klallam Tribe told the State that this must stop. Millions more shards of human bone were found. They had been destroyed by a mill. <br /><br />Racism ran rampant in Port Angeles again as angry whites blamed the Tribe for the loss of much needed jobs. The city’s timber and fishing economy had crashed a couple decades before. Tensions hadn’t been this high since the Makah Tribes whale hunt.<br /><br />Death threats were made against the Tribal Chairwoman. She had to endure racism and insults as signs bearing her name were put up through out the town. A cowardly anonymous caller told the Tribal staff that he could sit on top the hill and shoot Tribal members as they came out of their houses.<br /><br />A Tribal member parked her car in downtown Port Angeles for a few minutes. She returned to find that someone had thrown bones into the backseat. Testing proved that they were from barbecued ribs.<br /><br />Insensitive townspeople stated that the Tribe should just get over it. These were just dead bones. It shouldn’t stop progress or the millions of dollars they thought they could make from the construction of the state’s graving yard. <br /><br />The Klallam Tribe had once stretched from the tip of Kitsap Peninsula to the Hoko River. At the time of first contact we were the largest Tribe in what is now Washington State. European diseases, small pox and influenza killed most of our People. Graves from that time were unearthed traumatizing the Tribe.<br /><br />We were reminded that at one time the United States government deliberately introduced smallpox and alcohol to us. We had no immunity. Death blew through our communities like a cold north wind.<br /><br />There has been no psychological study on the effects of genocide on Indian people. How do you live with the knowledge that you are not wanted in your own country? What happens to the survivors of a cold hearted attempt to murder a whole race?<br /><br />Our people suffered unexplained sorrow and anger. Elders had strokes and heart attacks. We are now left with the problem of how to rebury hundreds of remains. <br /><br />This is happening to many Tribes across the country as construction of malls and other buildings unearth ancient burials. Many sacred sites have been destroyed or desecrated in the name of commercial progress.<br /><br />Our own Creation Site and a vision quest site are buried beneath two dams on the Elwha River. We are again vilified because we support removal of those dams. Affluent whites will lose summer homes built alongside those man-made lakes. <br /><br />The dams had negatively impacted salmon runs. Their numbers declined as they could no longer reach their spawning grounds. We lost access to shellfish beds as the Straits of Juan de Fuca was no longer held at bay by the force of the Elwha river.<br /><br />Mother Earth and our People are in great need of healing. I appreciate those people who are walking across this country for our curing.<br /><br />The fate of Indian People and Mother Earth are eternally intertwined. She depends on our prayers songs and dances for her life. She feeds us and cares for us as our Mother. She was hurt as much as we were when our religions were outlawed by the United States government. Many species became endangered or extinct as our songs and prayers could no longer feed their spirits.<br /><br />The gray whale was hunted to near extinction by New England whalers. The love, prayer, songs and dances of the Makah kept them alive and brought them back. The Makah are now maligned because they want to resume their relationship with the whale. <br /><br />They have lived in symbiosis with the gray whale for millennia. Special ceremonies were performed as the whalers readied for the hunt. Hunters purified themselves to meet the one that would give up its life to feed the people.<br /><br />Alcoholism and other social ills set in as the Makah lifestyle was interrupted by the outlawing of our religions. The natural balance between men and women was destroyed by the misogynistic Christian churches and European beliefs. This happened to Tribes across the continent.<br /><br />Women are Mother Earth’s human representatives. We have the mandate to care for The People as she does. How a man treats the females in his life is spiritually how he treats Mother Earth.<br /><br />If a man beats his wife or girlfriend or any female he is beating Mother Earth. If a man rapes his wife or girlfriend or any female he is raping Mother Earth.<br /><br />The healing of The People is intertwined with the healing of Mother Earth. We must heal our thinking and our attitudes. Our spirituality was dismissed as superstition by the invaders. <br /><br />Our world fell apart as we could no longer do our prayers, songs and dances. Our ceremonies had ordered the world we lived in. Everyone had a place and responsibility. Everyone was important and contributed to the well being of the community. There were hunters and fishermen, cooks, gatherers, artisans, ceremonialists and teachers.<br /><br />When we forgot the sacredness of ourselves and each other abuse moved in. We stole power from each other. Men forgot that women represent Mother Earth. They began beating their wives and girlfriends. They forgot that children are sacred because they come to us from Spirit. They began beating and raping the children, our future.<br /><br />As we forgot our teachings the more lost we became. Domestic violence and rape became common place. It is not Traditional behavior it is introduced behavior. <br /><br />Many women state that they watched their mothers being beaten and thought it was normal. They entered abusive relations and stayed in them for years.<br /><br />Healing is coming slowly but it is coming. As we return to our prayers, songs and dances we begin to once again see the sacredness in ourselves and each other. We remember our responsibilities. <br /><br />Mother Earth will be healed as we heal ourselves. We must bring balance back between men and women. It must be more than simply mouthing the words. It will take action.<br /><br />The American Indian Movement has stated their intent to heal Mother Earth by this walk. That means bringing back respect for the Grandmothers, mothers and daughters in our communities. <br /><br />As we honor the women in our communities we honor Mother Earth. If we continue to allow the beating and rape of our women and children we are killing our own future.<br /><br />The death of our environment can be attributed to corporate greed. Healing is in our hands.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-19290432996862895782007-11-17T13:37:00.000-08:002007-11-17T13:40:54.124-08:00TRADITIONAL FOODS AND MEDICINESTRADITIONAL FOODS AND MEDICINES<br /><br />The end of the class celebration has finished . We have been learning modern methods of using our Traditional medicines through the Northwest Indian College. We have made salves and creams. Today we made a powerful incense out of cedar, sweetgrass, sage and other medicines. My backpack smells so good right now.<br /><br />These kinds of classes weren’t available when I was a student. I probably wouldn’t have appreciated it as much as I do today.<br /><br />My cousin John was invited to do the prayers for the class. He plays prayer songs on his flute. His opening prayer must have been heard because everything went perfectly. <br /><br />We are considered leaders in the Traditional Foods movement because we are going into our eighth year. Our dinners are to reintroduce Traditional Foods back into our diets. We also give thanks to those who give up their lives that we might live.<br /><br />I was invited to speak about what the two year long project had been about. All sagas start with The Creation Story.<br /><br />The trees and plants were the first people. This was good, but something was missing. The Creator then made the animals and they were The People. Still something was missing. The Creator then made all that is Spirit. Everything was good, but still not quite right.<br /><br />The Creator reached into the earth and pulled out the red clay. He fashioned it the way he wanted it. There is a rock with a deep impression along the Elwha River. It is now covered by a dam.<br /><br />The Creator filled it with water. He bathed each creation in the water. He lifted it to each direction so all existence would know it. He breathed life into this new creation. He worked out in each direction from the Elwha River. He placed each new creation where he wanted them. These humans are the new people. <br /><br />He gave us laws to follow. We were to love one another and take care of one another. We prayed and talked with the Creator. We listened to his teachings.<br /><br />Everything was good. Then we started forgetting. We stopped praying and listening to the Creator. We stopped loving each other and taking care of each other. We did unspeakable things. The Creator became sorry he made us. He decided to destroy his creations.<br /><br />Those that still prayed knew of his plan. They got their canoes ready. They gathered food and fresh water.<br /><br />The rain started. The waters rose and swiftly covered the land. The fresh water became salty and undrinkable as the oceans rose. Most of life was killed as the world flooded.<br /><br />In the mountains there are accounts of this story. They are carved into the rocks. They tell how many canoes or rafts made it through. They tell how long it rained and how long it took the waters to recede. Our Ancestors documented the animals they saw. They told which families survived.<br /><br />When this was over there wasn’t enough food for both the animals and the humans. It was decided that they would play a game. The winner would be allowed to eat the loser. Our Ancestors won the game. Today we honor those who still keep their word and give up their lives that we might live.<br /><br /> We were told of a white race of people that were in danger of becoming lost. The Creator said that if they did lose their way they would be sent to us. We were to help them find their way onto the path intended for humans.<br /><br />The lost ones showed up. They weren’t seeking enlightenment or help. They were filled with the seeds of destruction. They carried diseases that killed us more efficiently than any army.<br /><br />They didn’t see the value of our resources in the sacredness of life. They counted value by what could be made in their money.<br /><br />Our People that survived the wars and diseases were forced onto reservations. We were supposed to die there. We didn’t. A few families took our spark of knowledge underground and became secret societies.<br /><br />Our ceremonies that had guided us through our lives were forbidden to us. Our songs and dances that healed us and Mother Earth were outlawed. We both started dying.<br /><br />Our chiefs were stripped of power. The new government gave us a new set of laws. Leaders were elected to power not trained for it. Without spiritual training some gave in to the seeds of destruction. Leaders no longer prayed for guidance in each decision. The Creator was now left out of all equations.<br /><br />Alcohol was introduced to us. It suppressed our need for a connection with our Creator. Later on drugs would do the same. They both suppress our innate knowledge of right and wrong. Our people became unbelievably lost. <br /><br />Alcohol suffocates our teachings. We forget how to be good people. We don’t see the sacred in each other. Many men have forgotten that they are protectors of The People. They steal power from their wives and children by physical violence and sexual abuse.<br /><br />Many women have forgotten that they represent Mother Earth. We have forgotten that power and knowledge travel through us. We haven’t always protected and cared for our children as Mother Earth has shown us to do. We haven’t held our men accountable to be the best humans they can be.<br /><br />We used to hear that children are sacred because they come to us directly from spirit. We are supposed to treat them as sacred beings so they won’t leave us. If life is too hard for them they can choose to die. We don’t hear that teaching anymore. <br /><br />Tribes will make proclamations that our children are our future. How are we treating our future? Many are physically, emotionally and sexually abused.<br /><br />These learned behaviors are killing us just as efficiently as smallpox and influenza did. We have strayed far from our correct destiny. We are once again totally lost. <br /><br />The Creator hasn’t abandoned us though we have forgotten him. He has given us seeds of hope. We just have to find them.<br /><br />The first was the canoe journeys. It grew from the dream of an elder to see the return of the ocean going canoes. We are taken back to our most basic teachings. We learn that we have to trust and respect each other. We learn to pull together to reach our destination. We have remembered to respect the waters. We see in the oceans the sacredness and power of Mother Earth.<br /><br />The Creator never abandons us. When everything looks lost and hopeless there will always be one man or one way that will have the knowledge to help.<br /><br />The Creator said that if we became completely lost he would hide our help in one seed. That seed was one word. It was hidden in one document where no one would think to look. That word was whaling. The document was the Makah Treaty. <br /><br />The Makah had stopped whaling when white American whalers had hunted the gray whale to near extinction. When the gray whale rebounded the Makah readied for the hunt.<br /><br />Antiwhalers gathered to stop the Makah. The cowboys and Indians propaganda was fought in the media. The whale hunt was televised as it happened.<br /><br />In the first light of morning we saw the Makah hunters head out to sea. They closed in on a whale while the antiwhalers slept. Every Native that was awake and watching the early morning news was praying the same prayer. We prayed for the safety and success of the hunters.<br /><br />We learned the power of prayer. We had found our path home.<br /><br />Diabetes is the new plague among our people. It is the result of generations of trauma. Our bodies have worn out under all the stress. We have been denied our traditional foods that were given to us for our strength and healing. We are told when we are sick to eat our Traditional foods. It has what our Creator gave us to heal our body, spirit and mind. <br /><br />When we gather our Traditional foods, again we learn to depend on each other. We learn to respect each other’s talents and abilities. We are hunters, fishermen and gatherers. <br /><br />Our children feel that they are not needed or are in the way. Many have no one to show them love and kindness. No one teaches them to hunt, fish, or to gather plant foods and medicines for the community. <br /><br />They have the most strength and energy to contribute to the Tribe. One of the most healing thing we can do is have dinners for our communities. What happens spiritually when we eat together is we all become even.<br /><br />The Elders who are tired or sick take what they need from the collective energy. Others who are sick take what they need for their healing. Our youth contribute the most strength and energy. In return they get the teachings from our speakers.<br /><br />We have been given three ways to help ourselves. Is there one more coming?<br /><br />Is it the unprecedented number of ancestors that are returning to us as new archaeological sites are unearthed? We are learning what we used to be, what we can be.<br /><br />The Tsewhitzen site had the powdered red clay everywhere. Thousands of years ago we did everything in prayer. The red clay is used for blessing and protection. <br /><br />The first step in our return to our correct destiny is prayer. We will be back in touch with our Creator. We will be like those who knew enough to ready their canoes and gather food and water before the great flood. We will be the ones to survive the days to come.Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-1169517807336042132007-01-22T17:58:00.000-08:002007-02-09T12:46:07.314-08:00THE INDIAN CIVIL RIGHTS ACT<p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">WHERE DID HONOR GO?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Part one</span></p><p><br />Indian Civil Rights Act of 1968 (25 U.S.C. §§ 1301-03)<br />§ 1301. Definitions<br />For purposes of this subchapter, the term -<br />1. ''Indian tribe'' means any tribe, band, or other group of Indians subject to the jurisdiction of the United States and recognized as possessing powers of self-government;<br />2. ''powers of self-government'' means and includes all governmental powers possessed by an Indian tribe, executive, legislative, and judicial, and all offices, bodies, and tribunals by and through which they are executed, including courts of Indian offenses; and means the inherent power of Indian tribes, hereby recognized and affirmed, to exercise criminal jurisdiction over all Indians;<br />3. ''Indian court'' means any Indian tribal court or court of Indian offense.<br />§ 1302. Constitutional rights<br />No Indian tribe in exercising powers of self-government shall -<br />1. make or enforce any law prohibiting the free exercise of religion, or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble and to petition for a redress of grievances;<br />2. violate the right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects against unreasonable search and seizures, nor issue warrants, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched and the person or thing to be seized;<br />3. subject any person for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy;<br />4. compel any person in any criminal case to be a witness against himself;<br />5. take any private property for a public use without just compensation;<br />6. deny to any person in a criminal proceeding the right to a speedy and public trial, to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation, to be confronted with the witnesses against him, to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and at his own expense to have the assistance of counsel for his defense;<br />7. require excessive bail, impose excessive fines, inflict cruel and unusual punishments, and in no event impose for conviction of any one offense any penalty or punishment greater than imprisonment for a term of one year and [1] a fine of $5,000, or both;<br />8. deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of its laws or deprive any person of liberty or property without due process of law;<br />9. pass any bill of attainder or ex post facto law; or<br />10. deny to any person accused of an offense punishable by imprisonment the right, upon request, to a trial by jury of not less than six persons.<br />§ 1303. Habeas corpus<br />The privilege of the writ of habeas corpus shall be available to any person, in a court of the United States, to test the legality of his detention by order of an Indian tribe.<br /><br /><br />The first law of a chief is to feed the people. Chiefs were trained, spiritually, physically, emotionally and mentally. They had to be able to get a salmon, deer, or whale. They had to know how to bring it home. Then they had to be able to clean and butcher it. Then they had to know how to cook it. Finally a chief has to be humble enough to serve it to his people. No man can call himself a chief until he can do all those things.<br /><br />Tribal chairmen/women are not trained. They may have a degree in business administration. Most lack the spiritual training. Many have not undergone a healing for the generations of genocide that we have endured. Internalized oppression is a symptom of that genocide.<br /><br />Two of the most abused programs in a corrupt Tribal regime are Indian Child Welfare and Housing. You must be quiet and do as your told or you will lose your children and your home.<br /><br />There was a time when business was conducted by the whole community. If someone had to go to a meeting, a hat was passed to collect the travel money. Everyone contributed. That person reported to the community what happened at the meeting he or she attended. Issues were discussed and everyone had a say.<br /><br />I used to go with my Dad to the Tribal meetings. What I loved were the stories used to open the meetings. One old man would tell the creation story. Another would tell how the Elwha village came to be.<br /><br />In another village there was a man with a deep voice. He couldn't speak softly. His voice would boom across the waters like a foghorn. Everyone made fun of him. Their laughter peeled the skin from his arms. He took his family and moved to the mouth of the Elwha River. His descendants are the Elwha, "The Deep-Voiced People." They are sensitive, quick to anger and fight.<br /><br />Another old man would tell of the white man. He was few in numbers at first, seeking and friendly. As their numbers grew they became more bold. One night as the Elwha slept, white men broke into their longhouses and began shooting. The survivors ran. They sought refuge with relatives from other Tribes.<br /><br />Those murderers wanted to be farmers. They assumed that the Elwha valley would be fertile and would produce many crops. The Elwha river meaders. It constantly changes course. The whole valley is sand and clay and river rocks. This is fishing country, not farmland.<br /><br />Those failed farmers sold the stolen land to the United States Government for the landless Indians, so they could have homes. That stolen land, that old village site became the Elwha reservation.<br /><br />The story of the treaty was told. Those first white men came as drops. Now we were engulfed in a flood. There were forts and soldiers to protect the invaders. The white man's government was divided. They were getting ready to fight each other in a civil war. Troops would be pulled from the local forts.<br /><br />The US government sent Washington Territory Governor Stevens to make peace treaties with the Tribes. They wanted to ensure the safety of the white people when the soldiers were withdrawn. In return they promised many things.<br /><br />Our Ancestors secured the right to continue our place in the circle of life. We are fishermen, hunters and gatherers. We agreed to allow the white men who remained to fish and hunt for their subsistence unharmed.<br /><br />They drew lines around the land that would confine us. They promised housing and education. The Chiefs made an X next to their names on a piece of paper. The white men packed up their papers and left.<br /><br />Paper meant nothing. Our Ancestors had moved a big rock to the place the treaty was signed. It was placed there to witness and remember the words said that day. A Coast Guard Base now sits on the site. The Daughters of the American Revolution decided to honor the Treaty Rock. It now has a plaque and a white picket fence around it. It vibrates with power and honor and anger.<br /><br />We didn't have a Tribal Center when I was a child. Important meetings were held in the one church on the reservation. I would go with my Dad to those meetings to hear those stories told. I never tired as they told them at each meeting. I would sit in the back pew and pretend to read the bible and song books that were in the back of the seat in front of me.<br /><br />The Business Committe does not tell the stories of our people. They follow Robert's Rules of Order. Tribal business today is not connected to our history. That Treaty Rock remembers the vows of the white man and our Chiefs. Could a chairperson or councilperson stand in front of that rock and say, "I am still feeding The People."<br /><br />We went to court in the 1970's to secure our treaty right to fish, to force the State and Federal Governments to live up to their word. Are we still bound by the vows and practices of our Ancestors or are we finally white men too? Are we individual citizens now or are we still Tribal, a part of the Whole?<br /><br />The Treaty promised us housing and education. You see those programs being abused. Students who are related to Business Committee members or who come from big families will get services. It is that way in all the programs.</p><p>The Elders Program serves a select few. Many in need are ignored. The trips and goodies are for the same people over and over again. Jobs are political appointments, usually to buy votes. They are not to provide services to The People.</p><p>Last fall approximately 70 Tribal members received eviction notices from the Tribal HUD housing program. The Tribe is violating our own Treaty by this travesty. Is this the action of a Chief or a corrupt politician?</p><p>We hear stories from other reservations of Tribal members being tazered for singing and praying in public. Teenagers are harrassed and beaten for being in large groups. Where are they supposed to go? </p><p>Children from all reservations are being abused. They are beaten and raped. If the perpetrator is a person of power that crime is ignored despite all the laws to protect them.</p><p>What happened to our teaching that children are sacred? Children and elders are sacred because they are closest to the Spirit world. A child is not bound to this earth until after he is ten years old. He can decide to die and leave this world without harming his soul. Is that what crib deaths are? Did those souls decide that the world we are providing is too harsh?</p><p>Our Elders are preparing to leave this world. They are changing and are in a sacred state. They stop eating, to cleanse their body for the next journey. They will only eat their favorite foods until they get their fill. We see Elders at our Traditional Foods dinners who have lost their appetites for the white man's food. They will eat with great relish a fish head. That is the food most asked for at dinners. Sometimes you will see a younger more modern Indian watching them in horror. </p><p>When did we forget that our children and Elders are sacred? When did we stop honoring our Chief's vows to feed The People. When did we start taking for ourselves first and start taking care of those who will vote for us?</p><p>When did Tribal Governments become a replica of a corrupt US government? Where did our honor go and how do we get it back? </p>Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917077.post-1167951291982626402007-01-04T14:53:00.000-08:002007-01-04T15:01:04.476-08:00BLOOD QUANTUMBLOOD QUANTUM<br /><br />There is no quicker way to start an argument on the internet among Indians than to bring up the issue of blood quantum. I discovered that recently. You will hurt feelings and make enemies.<br /><br />It is an issue with which many Tribes are struggling. Some Tribes have dropped blood quantum in favor of descendancy. You no longer have to prove a certain level of Indian blood. You do have to prove that you are a direct descendant of an original enrollee with the Tribe.<br /><br />One of the questions is “Does Indian blood run out at some point?” If someone is 1/32 Indian and 31/32 white could they still be considered Indian? Will they still think and act like an Indian? The general American public will most certainly consider them to be white. They will probably be culturally white.<br /><br />During the 1950’s and 1960’s the federal government’s Bureau of Indian Affairs had a program called “Termination.” It was the death blow to Indian status. Some enrolled Tribal members were lured into voting for termination by greed. If a vote for termination was passed, the Tribal members would receive a money settlement and they would no longer be considered Indian by the federal government.<br /><br />That is a fear of many Tribal members who oppose doing away with blood quantum or lowering it. Most of those who voted for termination did not live on their reservations. They did not want to. They wanted to move into white society. They could and should do that on their own without jeopardizing the whole Tribe.<br /><br />The question of blood quantum becomes one of morality and loyalty. Will the person who is 1/32 Indian and 31/32 white be loyal to the Tribe or to white society in general? Will their thinking still be Tribal? Will they look out for the good of the whole Tribe? Or will they look out for themselves before anyone or anything else?<br /><br />In the Pacific Northwest Treaty Rights had to be proven and secured in court. That included fishing, hunting, shellfishing and gathering medicines, and plant food and whaling.<br /><br />On May 17, 1999 the Makah successfully hunted their first gray whale in nearly a century. Animal rights activists from around the world came to protest. They used stereotypes and racism to turn local citizens against the Makah. Racists did not differentiate between the Makah and other Tribes in the area.<br /><br />Seashepherd International, headed by Paul Watson, advertised for anyone with Indian blood to speak out against the Makah whale hunt. In Port Angeles he found one woman claiming to be Navajo and one man claiming to be Chippewa. Neither one appeared to be Indian. They were not enrolled. They wrote letters to the editor and made speeches as “Indians” who were opposed to the Makah Hunt.<br /><br />Let’s give them the benefit of the doubt and say they were actually 1/32 Indian or less. Their loyalty was to their white blood.<br /><br />The local Tribes unanimously supported the Makah Treaty Right to hunt whales. Those with a faint drop of Indian blood chose to stand with the racists.<br /><br />Jonathan Paul of Ocean Defense International called a press conference demanding that the federal government revoke and renegotiate all our Treaties. He wanted the phrases retaining our rights to hunt removed.<br /><br />Jonathan Paul is an animal rights activist that was convicted of arson in 2006. Self-proclaimed Indian, Ward Churchill did a benefit speaking engagement for Jonathan Paul and his cohorts.<br /><br />Churchill is a coordinator of the Denver Autonomous American Indian Movement and their annual Columbus Day protests. He held a position as professor and head of Native American Studies at the University of Colorado. He held those positions as an Indian. Many researchers have proven that he has no Indian blood.<br /><br />If Churchill had the miniscule amount of Indian blood that he claimed, he committed what amounted to treason to the Tribes when he performed the benefit for Jonathan Paul and his merry band of homegrown terrorists.<br /><br />Would a real Indian support someone who wants to do away with our Treaties?<br /><br />He needs to come to one of our Traditional Foods dinners and witness the elders eat the deer, duck, salmon and clams that is guaranteed to us by Treaty. Our Traditional Foods heal our body mind and soul.<br /><br />He should talk with men and women who went away to boarding school, college or the army. They tell stories of knowing when salmon enter the river. They can feel it in their blood. They can sense the deer in the woods. We have a symbiotic relationship with those that give up their lives to feed us.<br /><br />We were never able to get that through to the animal rights activists who fought the Makah treaty right to hunt whales. Another Indian should have understood that. Ward Churchill didn’t understand or he wouldn’t have done the benefit for Jonathan Paul. If he actually does have Indian blood, his white blood overwhelmed it.<br /><br />Should someone who is descended from a French trapper with 1/32 French blood be recognized as a Frenchman? Should that person be able to vote for their president or to extinguish French land and culture?<br /><br />What of those with an English sea captain or Irish or Scots sailor hiding in their woodpile? They might belong to the Secret Societies and speak their language. They might have lived their whole life on the reservation. White society would certainly consider them to be Indian.<br /><br />No one can take away the right to claim whatever Indian blood a person may have. Many Tribes are struggling with whether or not to grant legal status to anyone who can prove Indian blood no matter how miniscule.<br /><br />The big question facing us is whether or not we can trust those with a microscopic amount of Indian blood with our future. Will they care? Will they live up to the responsibility taught to us by our Ancestors?Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277769151378254755noreply@blogger.com