Reflections from the Ah­nish­i­nah­bæójib­way (We, the People)


[Note: the following letter to the editor of the Native American Press/Ojibwe News is included in this collection of Wub-e-ke-niew’s writing, because Wub-e-ke-niew’s August 29, 1997 column addressed some of the issues raised by the letter-writer.  Also, Wub-e-ke-niew enjoyed his occasional “hate mail,” understanding it as an indication that his writing and speaking had touched the angrily defended illusions of Euroamerican language and culture.]


August 29, 1997

Greetings and hello to all of you peasants and you immigrants, and boozhoo to all you Indians, eh.  Achtung! to you Germans and sainted Germans.

ONE NATION UNDER JUDEO-CHRISTIANITY: According to the Metro/State section of the August 14 Star Tribune, TV evangelist Robert Schuller was convicted for assault on a United Airlines flight attendant.  In my book, We Have The Right to Exist, I write about the violence of the Christians’ religion.  In St. Mary’s Mission School at Redlake, and in other boarding schools across the country, run by the U.S. Government and the religious reich, indigenous children were beaten daily in the name of God and civilization, so that we would become numb and immune to the violence which saturates the White man’s culture.  Now, people are concerned about the violence in Euro-American culture, about the daily gunshots and murders which are a part of Euro-American urban life.  They keep pointing fingers and blaming television as causing the violence.  Instead of blaming the symptoms, they need to go to the source: male violent language and the western religion that it molds, are the cause of their violence, and what about the Branch Davidians at Waco?  The surro-great white mother (acting on behalf of the Great White Father) burned up all of those little children to “protect” them.


TIGHT SHOES (if the shoe fits, wear it): My name is Wub-e-ke-niew.  That other name was given to my father in the Mission School by racist Christians, to destroy my people’s real identity.  My father was the first generation with the name “Blake,” and using that derogatory “Indian” name is an insult, a human rights violation, disgusting and obscene.  I have my identity—and I am not a European and I am not an Indian or a “Native American.”  The Indians, who were brought onto my land by the White man, call me “Blake” just like their racist full-White relatives do, because the Indians are hiding from their genocidal history like the rest of the immigrants.  When you claim to own stolen property, you are just as guilty as the people who murdered to steal it.

Hitler learned from the Americans, the British, and other European colonizing nations, how to commit genocide and other vile human rights violations.  These perversions remain embedded in Western European thought, and are still a part of Euro-American language, culture and tradition.  In this beginning of this century, United States Senator Albert Beveridge spoke for the mainstream when he addressed Congress: “We will not renounce our part in the mission of our race, trustee, under God, of the civilization of the world.  And we will move forward to our work ... with gratitude for a task worthy of our strength, and thanks­giving to Almighty God that He has marked us His chosen people, henceforth to lead in the regeneration of the world... Mr. President, this question is deeper than any question of party politics; deeper than any question of isolated policy of our country even; deeper even than any question of constitutional power.  It is elemental.  It is racial.  God has not been preparing the English-speaking and Teutonic peoples for a thousand years for nothing but vain and idle self-contemplation and self-admiration.  No!  He has made us the master organizers of the world to establish system where chaos reigns.  He has given us the spirit of progress to overwhelm the forces of reaction throughout the earth.  He has made us adept in government that we may administer government among savage and senile peoples.  Were it not for such a force as this the world would relapse into barbarism and night.  And of all our race He has marked the American people to finally lead in the regeneration of the world.  [Such garbage—they didn’t take care of their land in Europe, and they still don’t know how to take care of the land here.]  This is the divine mission of America, and it holds for us all the profit, all the glory, all the happiness possible for man.”  By “man,” Beveridge and his cohorts meant the invading European white man, and not even their own women.

If anyone is looking for the Third Reich, all they have to do is look at their own Euro-American history—where did you come from, and what are you doing here?  The indigenous people of this continent did not invade Europe or anywhere else.  The European invaders and their Indian descendants have been on this continent for five hundred years, and they are behaving in a way that gives pigs a bad name: polluting everything, killing people and sending entire ecosystems into extinction.  All you have to do is look at Red Lake—the fish are gone, and the forests have been cut down by wanna-be Indians who have European values and are a part of the Euro-American parasitic culture.

Racism is a European concept, and it always has been.  It’s embedded in the European languages in order to justify stealing, enslaving people, dehumanizing and domesticating them, and taking away their real identity.  There were no “Indians” on this continent until the Europeans got here—the artificial Indian identity was created by the Europeans and Euro-Americans as a part of their racist culture, and it continues to be funded by the White good ol’ boys who run “America.”  The darker-skinned children of White men were called Indians because these Whites were so racist they excluded their own children from their community.  These Indians, who all have a White patriline, were used by their fathers’ people to destroy indigenous people and our permaculture, and to hide the near-total genocide of my Ah­nish­i­nah­bæót­jib­way people.

The “one drop of black blood” rule segregates people.  Madame Albright points to Chinese “human rights violations,” but what about her own back yard?  The “black blood” rule remains enforced to this day, with Indians (whose ancestors were categorized as “mulattos” 137 years ago) classified down to 1/508th non-White blood quantum, and “federal recognition” of Indians based on this fictitious “blood quantum” and controlled by the White government.  Indian “sovereignty” is a part of this Euro-American apartheid, in which the lily-Whites keep all of the power and segregate their relatives who are a darker shade of White, into dependency as a part of a feudal class structure.  And, you want me to be a part of that civilized society by calling me “Blake.”  No thank you!

If the indigenous people here had been civilized like the Europeans, we would have killed Christopher Columbus—he would never have landed.  I don’t need to be civilized, and I don’t need a “soul,” because I don’t condone slavery.  Western civilization is a slave society, and I do not want to be a part of it.  By refusing to recognize me as an indigenous person of this land, the language of the invaders and their heirs like c.e. saint germaine, tells me that they want to continue creating the American Reich, dripping with the blood of my people.  And, stay away from me, saint—the further people like you stay away, the better I like it: in your arrogant self-righteousness, you have bad “manifest destiny” vibes.

“Racial purity” is an illusion and a con job, and “peace” is just another word for continual violence.  The people of Western Civilization have been mongrelized by the rape of war-and-peace ever since their violent society began.  There is no such thing as race, but there is a class system.  The egalitarian indigenous people of this continent did not have either “race” or “social class,” but we had family, the Dodem, which is my identity.  This has nothing to do with “race.”  As a diatribe-writer in last week’s Native American Press/Ojibwe News observed somewhat less than compassionately, I am among the last of my people.  All of my relatives of my Dodems were massacred in the genocide against my people.  They are gone.  To label my remembrance of my relatives who were killed in the continent-wide holocaust of half a millennium, as “racism” is bad manners and no respect, as well as being active complicity in the coverup of the White man’s perverted philosophy of “my brother’s keeper” which is an euphemism for genocide.  When I reach down into the soil, when I touch Grandmother Earth, the bones of my ancestors for hundreds of millennia are right here.  My Indodemian may be dead, but I am not alone.  I am still connected to the Earth here.

There was never any genocide against the Indians, because they all have European patrilines—those who were killed, were murdered in fratricide (like Cain and Abel) by their own father’s people for economic reasons, greed.  Both miscegenation and primogeniture were used to disinherit the White man’s children: “race” is a part of the White man’s economic system and class structure.  That’s why the Indians never talk about genocide of the Indian people, and they’re not going to.  And, they never admit to the genocide of the indigenous people, because they are in complicity with it.

According to the Christian calendar, we stand at the threshold of a new millennium.  Some Indians write about their “venture into the next millennium,” because they are a part of the invader’s Christian system.  What I have to say to them is: if you want to create a decent future for your next generations, you had better talk a long, hard look at your history, if you can.  But, you are caught up in the Euro-Americans’ language, you are into denial, you are a foreigner to this land and it still terrifies you where you haven’t completely trashed it, beaten it into submission and domesticated it—like in the BWCA, where the land is still a reflection of my ancestors’ language.  Even if you cut down every tree, become a tree farmer, and said there was “nothing here” but what you created, you would still be a stranger to this land.  Because of your alienation with everything here, you refuse to say my indigenous name, Wub-e-ke-niew.  I am among the very last of my people, and I will not vanish in silence—you will not get away with your “perfect crime” of stealing this content.  American imperialism and the Third Reich have the same roots and the same values.  You aren’t afraid of the Thousand Year Reich—you already have that, and after more than a five hundred years on this continent, you’re more than half done.  It can’t last, and projecting your immoral values and guilty fears onto me will change nothing: Euro-America had a beginning, and it will also have an end.  And, until you face reality, the violence of the American Reich will circle back around on you, again and again and again.

You need to be cleansed of some of your ignorant illusions, c.e. saint germaine—a golden shower to you, eh.  And the rest of you have a good day.

My mailing address is P.O. Box 484, Bemidji, MN 56619, and my telephone number is (218) 679-3984.

Wub-e-ke-niew


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