"I look around and all I see is shit I hate..."
Anyone who knows me personally can attest that I go on, at length, about my ancestory. And I don't fucking care what anyone thinks.
Ok, that's a bit harsh but it encompasses how I feel about the subject. As I have stated in previous posts in the life of this blog I am of many different ethnic backgrounds. My inside joke is my family is the "United Nations of Ethnicities". The two I speak most often of are my african and native american ancestors. Why? Well that requires a little backstory.
Africans in America as you know were forced here in slavery. Indentured servants with no hope of repeal and regarded as less than human for nearly 500 years. Pretty tough shit to deal with. But when you realize that the whole reason africans were brought here was because my native ancestors, the so called "Indians", refused to be slaves.
We fought for nearly 400 years. Historys untold story. In fact what people normally regard as the 'Indian Wars' in the wild west with cowboys and shit was the end of our struggle. The last vestigages of a once great society. Many lands have known the horror of the White mans burden but none more so than the nations now known as the Americas.
We aren't totally gone. We hover around, scattered amongst the wind and mostly known as 'Latino's'. The end however occurned 174 years ago in my homeland of Kituwah. After defeating the spanish (a feat no other nation was able to do until the Americans did) and creating the first democracy since the Greeks it's really quite depressing when you think of it. Our society was one that had nearly obtained enlightment and salvation as a collective before we were forced to fight for our survival.
Our seven clans were the chosen people of God in the new world. Like the Jews were cast to the wildnerness in search of a home after being thrown out of our own. Also like our hebrew breathern we weren't simple converted but hunted down and killed until our numbers were so small extiction was close.
We now number 7 million across the Earth but what is our fate?
Ghandi solidified his for the true Indians. Martin Luther King fought for humanity with the strength of God but mostly gave hope to a people with no home. Jose Rizal gave a fractured a common identity and the greatest gift of all: pride. But what of the people of Kituwah?
This is why I have such disdain for America and can not identify with people whom claim to be Christians in this country. It isn't that I don't believe in Jesus Christ or don't believe in the Constitution or have the upmost respect for all the good Americans have done for the world. Just spend a second and think of all the bad that Americans have done to get where they are now on the backs of others.
Legend tells us of the Ghost Dance. I hope it comes true. My ancestors deserve retribution and we will have it one day even if I have to take up the war cry myself and lead our people into battle.
Now I know what you are thinking. I assure you I am a pacifist. I could never kill another human being. My goal is to change their mind. To enlighten them of the true nature of God and how living life trying to obtain the mindset of a Bodhisathva is the only true way.
I ask the Creator for strength in this endeavor and hope I can see it's end....
Ok, that's a bit harsh but it encompasses how I feel about the subject. As I have stated in previous posts in the life of this blog I am of many different ethnic backgrounds. My inside joke is my family is the "United Nations of Ethnicities". The two I speak most often of are my african and native american ancestors. Why? Well that requires a little backstory.
Africans in America as you know were forced here in slavery. Indentured servants with no hope of repeal and regarded as less than human for nearly 500 years. Pretty tough shit to deal with. But when you realize that the whole reason africans were brought here was because my native ancestors, the so called "Indians", refused to be slaves.
We fought for nearly 400 years. Historys untold story. In fact what people normally regard as the 'Indian Wars' in the wild west with cowboys and shit was the end of our struggle. The last vestigages of a once great society. Many lands have known the horror of the White mans burden but none more so than the nations now known as the Americas.
We aren't totally gone. We hover around, scattered amongst the wind and mostly known as 'Latino's'. The end however occurned 174 years ago in my homeland of Kituwah. After defeating the spanish (a feat no other nation was able to do until the Americans did) and creating the first democracy since the Greeks it's really quite depressing when you think of it. Our society was one that had nearly obtained enlightment and salvation as a collective before we were forced to fight for our survival.
Our seven clans were the chosen people of God in the new world. Like the Jews were cast to the wildnerness in search of a home after being thrown out of our own. Also like our hebrew breathern we weren't simple converted but hunted down and killed until our numbers were so small extiction was close.
We now number 7 million across the Earth but what is our fate?
Ghandi solidified his for the true Indians. Martin Luther King fought for humanity with the strength of God but mostly gave hope to a people with no home. Jose Rizal gave a fractured a common identity and the greatest gift of all: pride. But what of the people of Kituwah?
This is why I have such disdain for America and can not identify with people whom claim to be Christians in this country. It isn't that I don't believe in Jesus Christ or don't believe in the Constitution or have the upmost respect for all the good Americans have done for the world. Just spend a second and think of all the bad that Americans have done to get where they are now on the backs of others.
Legend tells us of the Ghost Dance. I hope it comes true. My ancestors deserve retribution and we will have it one day even if I have to take up the war cry myself and lead our people into battle.
Now I know what you are thinking. I assure you I am a pacifist. I could never kill another human being. My goal is to change their mind. To enlighten them of the true nature of God and how living life trying to obtain the mindset of a Bodhisathva is the only true way.
I ask the Creator for strength in this endeavor and hope I can see it's end....
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