Reflections
from the Ahnishinahbæótjibway (We, the People)
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When
I was growing up in the late 30’s and early 40’s, one of
the luxuries we had on the Res was “going to the show.”
We never went “to the movies,” and there was
no place called a “movie theater” at Redlake, but anybody who had the
price of
admission (ten cents) went to the show—at the Show Hall.
Those of us who did not have ten cents sat
outside, and listened to the movie through the thin walls of the
theater.
At
that time, politicians had already realized the power of propaganda
in the mass media. Most of the movies
at Redlake were Grade B Westerns—the archetypal Cowboy-and-Indian
movies
(“shows”). The plot was always the
same: in the early part of the movie, Hollywood Indians in grease paint
rode
out of the barren hills with war whoops, terrorized White “pioneer”
women and
children, burned the wagon train and drank up the whiskey.
(They never attacked the Chinese railroad
laborers or the Black slaves.) The
climax of all these Western movies was the Cavalry charge on horseback,
coming
to the rescue in a cloud of flying dust, with bugles blowing and horses
running, then the U.S. Army would slaughter the “merciless savage”
Indians:
every man, woman and child. The French
Métis children would stand up on their benches in the Show Hall,
clapping their
hands and cheering loudly for the Cavalry as they mercilessly killed
the
Indians, shooting them in the back and scalping them.
These
burnt stumps grew older, and guess what. Times
have changed, and now these very same
French Métis people who applauded the Cavalry, along with their
descendants,
have replaced the dead Indians who were massacred every week on
Hollywood’s
movie sets. They are now running around
with beads and feathers and pow-wow paint, telling gullible White
people that
they are “Real Indians” who are experts on Indian culture; Indian
Medicine Men
practicing White Christian shamanism in what they claim are “sacred
sweats” for
big White bucks; hiding a heinous and despicable Holocaust—the genocide
and
“ethnic cleansing” of the Aboriginal people here, exploiting the rotten
residue
of Manifest Destiny and playing the White man’s burden of guilt for all
it’s
worth; parading in the mass media and acting like damn’ fools. Before World War II, these Métis spoke
Creole French, and had lively French dances with expert French jiggers
and
fiddle-players. The highlight of these
French dances was a raucous drunken fist-fight, which kept the local
gossips
busy until the next week’s dance. I
often wonder what happened to their Traditional Cajun culture (did the
English
take it away from them as a part of the French-and-Indian wars?). I also wonder why they reject their own
roots for the shallow pretense of mythological Indians.
Could it be they fell for the second oldest
dirty trick in the books, that carrot-on-a-stick of “payment” and “land
money.”
Politically
correct people have claimed this manufactured
phenomenon of [mythological] Indians is a “Diversity of Culture,” but
on closer
examination, it’s an self-serving illusion of White culture that’s
really out
of focus, out of kilter and way out of balance.
To
promote the Johnny-come-lately Indian culture on this
Continent, the formerly French Indians create jobs for themselves,
using phony
“Indian preference” as “equal opportunity” to hire their relatives. These Indian fakers and con artists should
be in jail for fraud and abuse of hard-earned taxpayers’ money and
pigging out
at the public trough [“salt pork”]. The
people who claim to be “Indians” are nothing more than dark-skinned
southern
Europeans. Also participating in the
Indian scam, are the lighter-skinned low-class Whites who are trying to
get
their share of the plundered resources here.
The “me-too” grabbers include Squaw-Men who have become instant
Indian
experts because they fathered “Real Traditional full-blood Indians,”
although
they know nothing about the Aboriginal culture or values.
Squaw Men have a vested interest in
promoting Indian programs for their so-called Indian children, and
some, like
Schoolcraft, have written much nonsense about how to be a Real Indian. Instead of supporting their children in
their own society like everybody else does, the Squaw Men are
pretending that
they did great service by making Indians, who can take advantage of
Indian college
tuition subsidies, Indian health care, and other “Indian” programs paid
for
with Aboriginal resources and taxpayer dollars. These
parasitic Squaw Men are not only complicit in hiding the
genocide of the Aboriginal people of these Continents, they are also
vital to
the perpetration of the American Indian fraud, which makes a
pathological liar
out of everyone who claims to be an “Indian.”
The only Indians who have ever lived on either one of these
Continents
are people from India.
GRAVE
ROBBERY:
The Indian
Freedom of Religion Act uses unilateral legislation to try to turn
Aboriginal
people into Indians, so that the White élite can use their
Indians to get at
the Aboriginal peoples’ graves—maybe they’re digging for more voters
and
petition-signers. The Indians who are
trying to steal the Aboriginal peoples’ ancestors (and the self-serving
Whites
who hench for them) should go look at the Indians’ genealogy; they
should look
at reality. Most people don’t know that
the Aboriginal people are buried with their heads to the North and
their feet
to the South, but the ancestors of the Indians who are pretending to be
Aboriginals are buried East and West, and their graves are in the
Christian
cemeteries, where they are interred like the rest of the Europeans. The Indians who have enabled the White man
to steal almost everything, and now are desecrating the few remaining
intact
Aboriginal gravesites. The Indian
impostors are not indigenous to this Continent, and maybe they don’t
realize
that the spirits of the Aboriginal people whose graves they are
plundering and
whose identity they are trying to steal, are still here.
There
has been a lot of election-year hoop-la lately, about
what the White man proclaims are “family values,” “community” and
“cultural
diversity.” Western Civilization
depends on the destruction of the family and the community, usurping
peoples’
loyalties into a paternalistic Nation-State.
There has also been some discussion of racism, and what it means
to be
“American.” The United States of America
is founded on violence and the destruction of families, including the
Boarding
Schools, which were designed to destroy Aboriginal families and
brainwash
Aboriginal children into becoming Indians and slaves for the White man.
“Diversity”
in Euro-American terms is a cruel illusion: what
is called “diversity” comes out as only one paradigm, the Western
European one,
and it is locked in and can’t get out.
There is no “diversity” in this imported paradox—there is the
narrow,
Western European, point of view, and this is the only (one-sided)
perspective
presented by the mass media. There are
no checks and balances on this linear and abstract form of
not-thinking, which
is why there is so much violence.
Euro-American “diversity” has no respect either for other
people, or for
themselves. The imported European form
of “diversity” needs to be de-segregated and integrated, and then the
people
who call themselves “Americans” might begin to find harmony and respect
for
themselves, but first they will have to get their real identity—they
are not
Americans, and they are not Indians, either.
Almost
all of the Aboriginal Indigenous people of this
Continent were annihilated, and more than 99% of the people now living
on this
Continent are immigrants. A lot of
these so-called Indians and other Americans say, “I’m born here, and
I’m a
native American, so therefor the land and resources are mine, and I can
plunder
and destroy them (without regard to the consequences).”
The Euro-American policy makers are
promoting Indians to justify their illegal and abusive tenure on this
land. My Aboriginal ancestors are from
here (and they are not immigrants, either), and I am born here, and I
am not an
American and I am not an Indian. Those
are European foreign identities. I’m Ahnishinahbæótjibway of the Bear Dodem, and I
am on my own land. This is not American,
or Indian, land. This is Aboriginal land. The Ahnishinahbæótjibway people have lived in
harmony here for countless
millennia, and all the land here is the dust and the bones of my
ancestors.
My
telephone number is (218) 679-2382 and my mailing address
is P.O. Box 484, Bemidji, MN 56601.
Wub-e-ke-niew
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