Thursday, August 8, 2019

Of dead Indians, forced removal, weeping children, broken treaties, raccoon hats, and the Great White Satan laughing in delight

Another Indigenous child separated from their family.

Photo Credit: KNOE, because one damn sure
doesn't want to steal anything from the white man.

Yesterday's raids on the Indigenous by U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) in Mississippi really bothered me, so let me give you some history, a repeated history.

First off, those people are Indigenous, as am I. 

Chikasha saya.
I am Chickasaw.

Mississippi (along with Tennessee and Alabama) was part of the Chickasaw homeland in the Southeastern Woodlands where we lived after coming from the Land of the Setting Sun, which would be Mexico and Central America. That was over a thousand years ago.

In 1830, the U.S. government came out with the Indian Removal Act of 1830. Whites stole our land and forced us on a Trail of Tears into Indian Territory, present day Oklahoma, beginning in 1832 after the Treaty of Pontotoc Creek. 

That was courtesy of Andrew Jackson, whose portrait hangs in the Oval Office at the Great White Satan's request. 

When that portrait was brought back out by the mad man Trump, we knew the years ahead would get even worse for the Indian. 

In 1832, as part of the Indian removal, the Treaty of Pontotoc Creek took 6,283,804 acres of the remaining Chickasaw homeland in Mississippi and promised an equal land mass in Indian Territory.

Of course, as with all their treaties, the fork-tongued white men broke this promise too. For no sooner than we were settled onto the red dirt, then they began taking that land away too.

At first, no whites wanted Indian Territory. It was bad lands. Only good enough for Indians...send them there, so whites get the best lands across America.

First, they brought in more tribes from the North and West taking our land for them. There were conflicts between the various tribes, but we learned to co-exist and rely on each other. 

George Armstrong Custer
Son of the Morning Star
Many tribal differences were put aside after the whites started building their forts and interring Indians inside their concentration camps, while beasts such as George Armstrong Custer - he spent a lot of time killing  in Indian Territory - attacked our villages and slaughtered women, children, and the elderly. 

Custer and his ilk first assured no warriors were around. They'd have the men come to the fort to talk or their spies would let them know when the men would be out hunting to feed their tribe. 

Then the whites would come in as villages slept and kill.

The coward Custer was known by many names among the Indigenous, including Yellow Hair and Son of the Morning Star, which came from his pre-dawn raids on the Indigenous linked to the Christian term for Lucifer or Satan.

On November 27, 1868, Custer led a pre-dawn raid on a Southern Cheyenne camp
in Indian Territory. It was one of many massacres the Son of the Morning Star conducted.

In the late 1880's, an unquenchable lust to take and take and take led white settlers to demand more land, so they could farm and ranch. That came after sixty years of the Indigenous working the land to where it could be farmed and grazed. 

The Boomers petitioned their white government to take from the Indians. Once that was approved, the Sooners came in to steal the prime land ahead of the other land grabbers.

Stealing land from the Indigenous is celebrated
at every University of Oklahoma football game.
Boomer Sooner!

The Land Runs would begin in 1889 and little-by-little Indian lands were whittled down to nothing.

I won't even get into what happened, when oil was discovered, only to bring up the evil of white men marrying Osage women, obtaining their land, and then murdering them, so they'd be free to go back to marrying white women.

You can read about that in Killers of the Flower Moon.  

It should be noted that, as Indians learned to prosper in Oklahoma, the state's new governor is leading a campaign to force the tribes to pay 25% of what they earn on sovereign Indian land. Fifteen years ago the tribes agreed to pay from 6-10%. Gov. Kevin Stitt, unsurprisingly a man with a history of business corruption, wishes to end that compact/treaty and take more.

That's just to let you know that even in 2019 the white men won't cut their shit out and you can never trust them at their word. 

White man's lust for what the Indian has never ever ends.

Anyway, in 1890 Indian Territory became Oklahoma Territory to denote it was no longer for Indians.

In 1907 it became the State of Oklahoma. There's even a Broadway musical and movie about it.

Brand new state, Brand new state, gonna treat you great!
Gonna give you barley, carrots and pertaters,
Pasture fer the cattle, Spinach and Termayters!
Flowers on the prairie where the June bugs zoom,
Plen'y of air and plen'y of room,
Plen'y of room to swing a rope!
Plen'y of heart and plen'y of hope!
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain,
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say, yeeow-yip-i-o-ee ay!
We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma, okay
Songwriters: Oscar Hammerstein Ii / Richard Rodgers
Oklahoma lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC

Never shown in any romantic musical production are the weeping and starving Indians, who had once again lost everything they had to the white man. 

Indian Territory, the end of the Trail of Tears, became the love story of Laurey and Curly.

I am Iksa' Shawi' (Raccoon Clan). That has historical significance to this story as well. 

In pre-colonizer times, the Mayan salt traders came to the Southeast on long established trade routes. 

They wore the raccoon hats you associate with Daniel Boone - the legendary frontiersman of Kentucky and the Southeastern Woodlands. 

Daniel Boone was a man,
Yes, a big man!
He was brave, he was fearless
And as tough as a mighty oak tree!
From the coonskin cap on the top of ol' Dan
To the heel of his rawhide shoe;
The rippin'est, roarin'est, fightin'est man
The frontier ever knew!
Daniel Boone was a man,
Yes, a big man!
And he fought for America
To make all Americans free!

To be fair, Daniel Boone wasn't as nearly bad to the Indian as others were. Still, give the hat back, Danny. Not your clan. 

As the Mayan salt traders married into the Southeastern Woodlands tribes, special clans were named in their honor. Their wearing of the raccoon hat made them an obvious pick to be called the Raccoon Clan - Iksa' Shawi' in Chickasaw.  

I am a descendant of such a clan.

On Saturday I watched my people be gunned down in another massacre. 

A curious scene. As Indigenous grieve, a shrine bearing the colors
and flags of colonizers becomes overwhelming.

Photo Credit: The Washington Post, because one damn sure
doesn't want to steal anything from the white man.

Wednesday I watched my people rounded up for another relocation. 

White men with their guns round up Indigenous again.

Photo Credit: Fargo Morehead News, because one damn sure
doesn't want to steal anything from the white man.

I saw children weeping at being separated from their families, while they were at school, reminding me of my grandmother and uncles being taken to residential schools and never seeing their mother again.

This isn't a matter of immigration. This is about right and wrong.

Isn't it funny how white men have set up all their laws to guard their stolen land? And how all whites sit around debating those laws and how they're to be enforced? Republican or Democrat you are still deciding where Indigenous can be.

This is a matter of continuing Indigenous relocation, which is part of genocide. 

Those Indigenous rounded up in Mississippi belonged there.

Those Indigenous gunned down in Texas, because a white man considered them invaders, belonged there.

So, as you whites debate immigration, we Indigenous continue to be at the mercy of your guns, as seen in El Paso, & your government soldiers, as seen in the ICE raids.

You've changed nothing. You still possess Indigenous land. You still keep the Indigenous from their homeland. You still massacre the Indigenous.

Stop debating our existence and our right to dwell on our land.

Stop laughing in delight as we die and are rounded up again.

Great White Satan laughing in delight

Stop talking about how whites used to be horrible to Indians and stop being horrible to Indians today, because you've never stopped. Not once.

I am furious with you today. I see no change in you. I see devils still committing genocide on my people, as they dance in delight to the cries of Indigenous children.

If you are lucky to rid yourselves of the Great White Satan Trump, the Indigenous will still have the rest of you to contend with. Most of you refuse to see that. Most of you will still debate where you want to locate the Indigenous.

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