Short work week because of t-giving day. I’ve been thinking about the origins of Thanksgiving – what we learning in grade school was a completely white-washed version of what really occurred. The christ-worshipping people arrived on the shore of mainland US and began to consciously and unconsciously exterminate 700-plus native peoples they encountered. That was in 1657 (that date right?) and we continue the genocide. What name do we give a genocide when it is not blatant extermination but through policy and neglect that a country kills off those who came before? Still genocide, right? The Holocaust was preceded by hundreds of years of persecution of many different groups of people. The indigenous people of Australia faced much the same genocide, still do. Not only do we all live on borrowed time, we all live on BORROWED LAND!
But my point was not to recount the horrors of domination and genocide but to bring it up from a spiritual perspective. If I am to be a truth sharer, then it seems that I say or do something when I sense injustice. I’ve felt this before for Native Americans, but I felt it strongly again after watching “Wind River” – a movie that touched upon issues faced by Native Americans. I daydream about having a lot of money to give away to the Onondaga tribe or maybe the Mohawk, so they can buy land next to the reservation since Native Americans can’t own the land on which they live [if it is reservation land] because the government owns the land. That’s just not right. This country’s culture is based on wealth. Land ownership is wealth. Building wealth lifts people out of poverty. Until such a time that the US economy collapses, there is no other real way of moving out of poverty it seems. At least not as individuals. No one lobbies for Native American rights the way the NRA has lobbyists for gun owner rights and guns aren’t even people!
See, I’m going on and on in this journal. If I’m to follow my [soul] contract, I need to be putting it out there. Not blathering it, but with forethought, using my talents, exercising underutilized spirit within me. I read on the web that there are ways to be supportive of Native Americans and there’s also a list someone compiled about authors and poets of Native American descent. Shouldn’t I do something with this information? I need to put it out there.
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Note: I haven’t put it out there yet! Ugh.