An open letter (and invitation) to the so-called 99% from people of color (AKA the 99th percentile) | Race-Talk

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"Dear so-called 99%

You suckers thought that you were so special, ennit? You thought that your heineys were just that much better and softer and more supple than all those poor people of color, huh? There was never any discussion of the “99%” for the past 400 years while Native lands were stolen, Native people were exterminated, black folks were enslaved, Latinos were gerrymandered, Japanese people were placed in internment camps or Arabs were sexually groped, fondled and heavily-petted at airports. No problem, right? There was never any discussion of the fundamental imbalance of power on this continent and inherent unfairness of the trickle-up economics for the past few centuries as the aforementioned groups were only seen as a source of labor for powerful white male interests. Not a word.

Because you thought you were special. You were immune to that. That little issue didn’t involve you...."

An Open Letter to ‘Occupy Wall Street’: A Lenape Perspective

 

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12 October 2011

Greetings on Colonization Day,

I begin by prayerfully remembering our free and independent ancestors, the Lenape and all the Original Nations and Peoples of this vast Turtle Island (Mother Earth), and of the entire Western Hemisphere from the Arctic Circle to Tierra del Fuego at the tip of South America. 

Turtle Island

As you ‘occupy Wall Street,’ I ask you to reflect: You are on the island upon which our Indigenous ancestors lived and thrived for thousands and thousands of years. Please take a moment to recognize that we, the Original Nations, still exist here on Turtle Island. We have the right to exist as free and distinct nations with full self-determination.

What is the true source of our many grievances? It is the mentality and behavior of greed. The word ‘America’ is the combination of two Latin words ame (a command form of ‘love!’) and rica (riches and wealth). The effects of an insatiable desire for and the pursuit of riches and wealth first afflicted our Indigenous nations and peoples, and now afflict all peoples. Clearly, we need to address and rectify the political economy of greed, and the destruction it has caused and continues to cause.

Language Families of Abya Yala North, Turtle Island

Too Pig to Fail

Greed is an unsustainable value, but it is also an illness that is rooted in addiction. It is maintained in keeping with the slogan, ‘The more you eat (consume), the more you want.’ The addict will stop at nothing to get a fix; he will sacrifice anyone and anything to feed his addiction. For this reason, an economy of greed has and will continue to sacrifice the health and well-being of women, children, men, and all living things on Mother Earth. As a great Anishinaabe leader has profoundly stated, “Their way of living is our way of dying.” It is rapidly becoming ‘the way of dying’ for everyone. 

Today, after centuries of invasion and predatory consumption (‘devouring’) of our traditional lands, territories, and resources on Turtle Island and elsewhere, the waters of the rivers and streams that were once pure enough for our ancestors to drink from are now filthy and poisoned. Water is Life. The chemical contamination of Water, and, therefore, of Life itself, is emblematic of a way of life predicated upon patterns of greed that are destined to collapse.

The suffering of human beings and the destructiveness to life on Mother Earth has been a direct consequence of colonization, domination, dehumanization, militarization and war. Unfortunately, these conceptions and behaviors have become the metaphorical bricks and mortar of the current unsustainable world order. They are expressed in a number of documents issued in the fifteenth century by the Holy See at Vatican Hill in Rome; these documents called for the domination of all non-Christian peoples throughout the world, and for the theft of all our lands and territories. To this day, the ideas found in those papal documents are woven into US Indian law and policy.

Those Church documents unleashed claims to a right of conquest and domination in the name of a “right of Christian discovery.” The monarchies of Christendom used those documents to claim the territories of our nations in the Western hemisphere, simply because our territories were not yet in the possession of any Christian prince or dominator (‘dominorum christianorum’). This paradigm of domination has been used to give governments and corporations virtually unlimited access to our traditional lands and territories. If approved, the Keystone XL pipeline will be but the latest example.

Despite the destructive effects of more than five centuries of subjugation, as the Originally Free Nations and Peoples of Turtle Island, we still remember what it is to be truly free as exemplified by our ancestors. Our ancestors evolved life-ways and values that challenged European feudalism, medievalism, and lordship. Today, forces seem to be working toward neo-feudalism and neo-medievalism, with a long range plan for irreversible global domination in the name of ‘national security,’ under the unblinking eye of the surveillance state.

We have entered the ‘Brave New World’ written about by a prescient mind a generation ago. Not only have we survived, but we now have the capability of expressing ourselves in the language of the Colonizers, and we are maintaining the message that our great leaders tried to convey to your ancestors: Stop the patterns of destruction and greed before it is too late. The Chernobyl-scale release of radiation at Fukushima, Japan is a clarion call.

We must invert the key symbol of domination. Once inverted, the patriarchal symbol of ‘the dome of domination’ becomes a bowl; when filled with water, the bowl is the symbol of the Sacred Feminine, as exemplified by the White Buffalo Calf Woman. She was the one who brought the Sacred Pipe to the Oglala Lakota Nation. 

World Water One

The Living Laws and Values of Turtle Island that the White Buffalo Calf Woman brought include: Honor and Respect; Compassion and Pity; Sharing and Caring (to carry the well-being of the People in one’s heart); Patience and Fortitude; Bravery and Courage; Humility; Seeking Wisdom and Seeking Understanding. In keeping with the White Buffalo Calf Woman’s teachings, Love and the Beautification of Life are healing values that need to replace the love of riches and wealth.

Next May, 2012, a year of great transformation, we will be in New York at the United Nations as part of our work toward decolonization at the UN Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues. The theme of the Permanent Forum will be the destructive legacy and deadly impact of the Doctrines of Discovery and Domination on Indigenous Nations and Peoples and on Mother Earth. We ask for your support by renouncing the Doctrine of Christian Discovery.

Steven Newcomb, Shawnee/Lenape, is co-founder and co-director of the Indigenous Law Institute, author of Pagans in the Promised Land: Decoding the Doctrine of Christian Discovery, and a columnist for the Indian Country Today Media Network.

Star Man drops in for a moment's notice to bring the Designation of Reality to the Bull Smoke.

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Albert Wass: Give me back my Mountains! - Mobelinos's blog

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Albert: Give me back my Mountains!

"Gentlemen who have things in the world aligning: give me a tip my! Confess honestly do not care either politikátok, nor the philosophical questions, not big ideas, with which the millions of people's fate settled wish. I do not care for millions of people either. An interest only: give back to the mountains my! Because whatever they say to the scientists, the fiscal and the soldiers: the mountains are mine. Just as I was to them belong from the moment it was born in the legs during that little house, and they looked into me in the window. It is not the plot of the book was mine, it is true. But mine were under God's orders, by a man I was born there and there. Give me back my Mountains! "

"Look gentlemen: almost a fifty years is that belerángattatok in this game. Played curse on my skin and war country allocationi  here there handing out our gift to our land, me and the mountain of mine as children donated the toys to one another. And I am fifty years dutifully played you everything you commanded you: Minority fate, humiliation and oppression, persecution tongue and varieties due to liberation and soldiers. I played war. enthusiasm and fear of death, red-blooded courage and stampede, played with desperation, pain, anger, loss of war. I played lost homes and lost family, grinding teeth revenge and prisoner of war, played hiding homeless, lonely wolf wandering wilderness of human destiny ... gentlemen, I have had enough. I do not play on. Give me back my Mountains! "

"Do not tell me to look myself in others places in the world, it is not of this world the place that the mine would have on the balance elsewhere. Do not say that received this or that country, because there is no I in countries where no business havin. Do not tell that gracious unto myself tip of in the Kordillerra or the Sierra Nevada, because the other mountains are not mine. to me there is no beauty and no peace to the mountains. Give me back my tip my! And let's not say that I am not the only one whose fate it is because millions of people become homeless games and I'm the only one among millions. For me no consolation to millions of people hurt is the same as me. myself it hurts, what hurts me. Give me back my Mountains! "

"Do not say it either, that is, who has lost, no one has lost as much as I do. I had no palace, which could you build somewhere on the earth on the other side. I did not have assets, which banks in return could pay if megszállná them to charity fever. Jobs was not even referred to litter, and is instead a new one adhatnátok. I was nothing but mountains and a woman I loved. And these two together more over, as all the world's Palace, property and office. No one is lost in this game as much as I do. Give me back my Mountains! "

"Gentlemen, I humbly believe that big you are and the powerful. That little finger you any time you move millions of people die in the countries exchanged and continents sank in the sea depths. But above all believe I would like also to honoring the truth and the law which God to the world, and that your hearts good will filter through even the little finger you move. But this can only believe it if you abolish the corruption that games turned the wake into the world rászabadult and back to give the mountain myself. ... Gentlemen, I'll tell you the my life. The game that you play have, because it you wrote  to me the role. Not one or the other of you is not this or that. As the role of writing is not among you guilty and bűntelenebb. Both together are responsible for this terrible game. All of them who you arrange things of the world, cross-wire and hedges, and parts of the world and beyond. You took my mountain. elrontottátok And my life as a mischievous child destroy the toy, which has already bored, and then throw knocks. "

I know nothing and I do not want to add. My soul was crying while I read.

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Wass Albert: Adjátok vissza a hegyeimet!

"Urak, akik a világ dolgait igazítjátok: adjátok vissza a hegyeimet! Bevallom őszintén: nem érdekel sem a politikátok, sem a világnézeti kérdéseitek, sem nagyszabású elgondolásaitok, melyekkel az embermilliók sorsát rendezni kívánjátok. Nem érdekelnek az embermilliók sem. Egy érdekel csupán: adjátok vissza a hegyeimet! Mert bármit is mondjanak a tudósok, a fiskálisok és a katonák: azok a hegyek az enyimek. Mint ahogy én is hozzájok tartozom attól a perctől kezdve, hogy megszülettem a lábok alatt, abban a kis házban, s ők benéztek hozzám az ablakon. Nem a telekkönyv szerint voltak az enyimek, az igaz. De enyimek voltak Isten rendelése szerint, azáltal, hogy ott születtem s ott lettem emberré. Adjátok vissza a hegyeimet!"

"Nézzétek urak: idestova ötven esztendeje már, hogy belerángattatok ebbe a játékba. Játszottatok az én bőrömön háborút és országosztást, ideoda ajándékozgattatok engem s a hegyeimet, mint ahogy gyermekek ajándékozzák a játékszereket egymásnak. S én ötven esztendeig engedelmesen játszottam nektek mindent, amit csak parancsoltatok: kisebbségi sorsot, megaláztatást és elnyomatást, üldöztetést nyelvem és fajtám miatt, fölszabadulást és katonásdit. Játszottam háborút. Lelkesedést és halálfélelmet, rámenős bátorságot és fejvesztett menekülést, játszottam kétségbeesést, fájdalmat, dühöt, elvesztett háborút. Játszottam elvesztett otthont és elvesztett családot, csikorgó fogú bosszúvágyat és hadifogságot, játszottam hontalan bujdosást, magányos, kóborló farkassorsot az emberi rengetegben ... urak, nekem elég volt. Én nem játszom tovább. Adjátok vissza a hegyeimet!"

"Ne mondjátok, hogy keressek magamnak máshol helyet a világban, mert nincsen ennek a világnak helye, ami az enyém volna azon az egyen kívül. Ne mondjátok, hogy befogadtok ebbe vagy abba az országba, mert nincsen nekem azokban az országokban semmi keresnivalóm. Ne mondjátok, hogy lelek magamnak hegyet a Kordillerrákban, vagy a Sierra Nevadán: mert a más hegyei azok, nem az enyimek. Az én számomra nincs szépségük és nincs békességük azoknak a hegyeknek. Adjátok vissza az én hegyeimet! És azt se mondjátok, hogy nem én vagyok az egyetlen, akinek ez a sorsa, mert milliók váltak földönfutókká játékaitok során és én csak egy vagyok a milliók közül. Számomra nem vigasztalás, hogy millióknak fáj ugyanaz, ami nekem. Magamnak fáj, ami bennem fáj. Adjátok vissza a hegyeimet!"

"Ne mondjátok azt sem, hogy van, aki többet vesztett, senki sem vesztett annyit, mint én. Nekem nem volt Palotám, amit fölépíthetnétek valahol a föld másik oldalán. Nekem nem volt vagyonom, amit bankjaitok visszafizethetnének, ha megszállná őket a jótékonyság láza. Állásom sem volt, hivatalom sem, ami helyett újat adhatnátok. Nekem semmim sem volt, csak a hegyeim s egy asszony, akit szerettem. S ez a kettő együtt többet ért, mint a világ valamennyi palotája, vagyona és hivatala. Senki sem vesztett ebben a játékban annyit, mint én. Adjátok vissza a hegyeimet!"

"Urak, én alázatosan elhiszem, hogy nagyok vagytok és hatalmasok. Hogy kisujjatok egyetlen mozdulatára milliók halnak meg, országok cserélnek gazdát és földrészek süllyednek el a tengerek mélységeibe. De mindezeken túl hinni szeretném azt is, hogy tisztelitek az igazságot és a törvényt, amit Isten a világnak adott, és hogy a szívetekben jószándék szűri át még a kisujjatok mozdulatát is. De ezt csak akkor hihetem el, ha eltörlitek a rontást, ami játékaitok nyomán erre a világra rászabadult, és visszaadjátok a hegyeimet. ... Urak, elmondom nektek az életemet. A játékot, amit játszanom kellett, mert így írtátok meg számomra a szerepet. Nem egyik, vagy másik közületek, nem ez vagy amaz. Ennek a szerepnek a megírásában nincsen közöttetek bűnösebb és bűntelenebb. Mind együtt vagytok felelősek ezért a rettenetes játékért. Valamennyien, kik a világ dolgait intéztétek, határokon és drótsövényeken, és világrészeken innen és túl. Elvettétek a hegyeimet. S az életemet elrontottátok, mint ahogy a vásott gyermek elrontja a játékszert, amit már megunt, s aztán szemétre löki."

Semmit sem tudok és nem is akarok hozzáfűzni. Sírt a lelkem amíg olvastam.

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