Please allow me to introduce you to these two tribes; you may not have had the honor of knowing them except in historical context, perhaps even as footnotes, such as ‘see the Navajo Long Walk’ (and may I say ‘fuck you, Kit Carson’ here). These First Americans living on reservations on the sere lands of the desert Southwest have been betrayed continually over the centuries by our federal government, but assuredly are not footnotes, but human beings trying to live, thrive and survive in spite of genocide, both actual and cultural, broken treaties, and even betrayal by some of their own tribal members.
The Hopi people, often called ‘the Peaceful People’ or ‘the Cloud Callers’, especially by the Navajo, live in the parched mesas of northwestern Arizona. Their creation stories describe their ancestors having emerged into the present Fourth World from a sipapu (a hole in the earth connecting to the underworld) at the confluence of the Colorado and Little Colorado Rivers. By tradition and long belief, they take seriously and soberly their belief that they were given the task of upholding the world and keeping it safe from harm. At the link you can see Walpi, and read of the Fourth World story, the clan formations, and other history.
According to their beliefs, there are many gods they call Kachinas, spirits of assorted powers and purposes who winter in the San Francisco Peaks to the north and come home to Hopi during appointed seasons when The People need their hope and attention. They’re honored by dances and ceremonies designed to please them; participants carve and paint representations of the spirit gods to wear for the ceremonies, or ‘dances’. Old Oraibi, toward the western end of the Hopi Mesas, is the oldest continually inhabited village in the country, made of stone and clay, as all the villages are. They blend into the surround rock so well as to be almost invisible. Visiting these generous and patient people’s villages is stepping into another time, another dimension, one scented by sage and sand, and steeped in reverence for life and land, the gods, and laced with the humor that most First Americans have in abundance. [cont.]
From the traditional Hopi Shungopavi Village’s brand new website created because for the first time ever, the elders are alarmed enough by the current crises concerning water around the globe:
“The Meaning of Hopi
When Human Beings entered into this world, the world of the Creator, they asked permission to live here. The Creator told them he lives very simply, with only his planting stick and a few kernels of corn. If they were willing to live his simple life, they would be allowed to stay.
Human beings were given Three Sacred Duties
They were given Corn, a Planting Stick and a little Water, to live from the Land.
They were given Sacred Religious Instructions, to Uphold the Natural, Spiritual and Universal Worlds, for the Continuing of all Life.
They were to remain Faithful to His Instruction, to always maintain His Way of Life.
The Hopi People, since ancient times, honor these Three Sacred Duties.
Only when upholding these Sacred Religious Instructions does one earn the name Hopi.
The Hopi, loosely speaking, could be said to use their spiritual practices to influence their environment, including performing the Snake Dance to petition the Kachinas for rain to ripen the maize that is their staple crop. The dance isn’t open to tourists any longer, as we proved too big a distraction. As improbable as it might seem, I utterly believe in the power of the Cloud Callers; I saw the Snake Priests dancing in prayer and intentionality, holding poisonous snakes in their mouths for hours…make it rain. This is a brief account I wrote (disregard the incorrect photo Rayne kindly added back then); witnessing it…changed me forever.
Their origin stories include the teachings of Changing Woman and other holy people; ‘Friend of the Navajo’ author Tony Hillerman wrote great mysteries with plenty of knowledge of their, and other Southwestern tribe’s ceremonies and religious/spiritual beliefs.
Their eight-sided hogans are far apart, as a result they’ve developed careful protocols for visitors, and having to haul every cup of water they use, honor rain in ways anglos simply can’t fully grasp. Those who live on the vast desert lands still live the way their ancestors did long ago, without power, phones or plumbing. Theirs has long been a matriarchal society, although recent ‘acculturation’ has forced some changes to that.
As desert dwellers, water is of critical importance to both tribes, both for survival, and especially for the Hopi, for the ceremonies; caring for sacred springs is a vital mission to them.
On March 14 Senate Bill 2109 was introduced by John Kyl and John McCain. Its purported intent is to ‘settle’ Native water rights claims on the Little Colorado River, but will extinguish treaty-guaranteed Navajo (Diné) and Hopi water rights and hand them to Peabody Coal , the Navajo Power Generating Station’s owners, and AZ several cities. In this next step down the long trail of broken promises and treaties, even the trinkets and beads are embarrassingly even more…token.
Much native water has already been poisoned and taken; this bill’s passage would actually codify further water-theft and environmental destruction in trade for…some nebulous chimera of a water project…i.e., even inferior to beads and trinkets: at least the trinkets were solid bits.
From the Native News Network site:
“Senate Bill 2109 45; the “Navajo-Hopi Little Colorado River Water Rights Settlement Act of 2012″ was introduced by Kyl and McCain on February 14, 2012, and is on a fast track to give Arizona corporations and water interests a “100 th birthday present” that will close the door forever on Navajo and Hopi food and water sovereignty, security and self-reliance.
S.2109 asks the Navajo and Hopi peoples to waive their priority Water Rights to the surface waters of the Little Colorado River “from time immemorial and thereafter, forever” in return for the shallow promise of uncertain federal appropriations to supply minimal amounts of drinking water to a handful of reservation communities.
The Bill – and the “Settlement Agreement” it ratifies – do not quantify Navajo and Hopi water rights – the foundation of all other southwestern Indian Water Rights settlements to date – thereby denying the Tribes the economic market value of their water rights, and forcing them into perpetual dependence on uncertain federal funding for any water projects.”
Hopi and Navajo protest at the Big Dick Johns meeting April 5
Yesterday in Tuba City, Arizona, Navajo and Hopi protesters marched and rallied as Johns Kyl and McCain met with Navajo President Ben Shelly to discuss the bill’s ‘further dismantling of Navajo and Hopi water rights’. Pictures and commentary of the protest and issues are here at Censored News.
Now the thing you need to understand is the long history of the BIA setting up puppet governments on reservations that were industry friendly. As well, the federal government has worked hard at divide-and-conquer strategies pitting tribal members against each other; usually there’s payola involved, but much of it has been hard to prove. At Hopi, a decade or more ago, the G built new houses for the Hopi, all miles away from the home villages, enticing the young people of the tribe to accept a new materialism and creature comforts for their traditional clan and family based lives. At the same time, Peabody Coal drove legal wedges between the two tribes over coal-laden Black Mesa, which resulted in the cruel and cynical Navajo-Hopi land dispute, reverberations of which will linger long.
To wit; from the Navajo-Hopi Observer:
PHOENIX, Ariz. – While Hopi Chairman Leroy Shingoitewa and his Water and Energy Team were in Phoenix last month discussing preliminary details of SB 2109, community members, including farmers and ranchers, were upset they have never been consulted by the Hopi chairman or his council members of the terms or conditions of SB 2109. Sipaulovi Rep. George Mase heads the Water and Energy Team. SB 2109 – titled “Navajo-Hopi Little Colorado River Water Rights Settlement Act of 2012 – has been introduced by Sen. Jon Kyl (R). SB 2109 would approve the settlement of water rights claims of both the Hopi Tribe and Navajo Nation. SB 2012 was termed as “an agreement in principle” by Shingoitewa in a formal press release issued by his office.
Hopi ranchers and farmers also voiced their demands that if a final decision regarding their water, which they consider “sacred” is to be made, that this can only come through a formal BIA referendum vote of the entire Hopi and Tewa community people. [more is here]
From Navajo Ed Becenti via Native News Network:
“S.2109 and the “Settlement Agreement” deny the Navajo and Hopi people the resources and means to assess comprehensive long-term water needs of every community, village, and watershed; and deny the resources and means to plan for, and develop sufficient domestic, municipal, industrial and agricultural “wet water” projects essential to the permanent well-being, prosperity and health of their homelands and children’s children. This is absolutely counter to the U.S. Supreme Court’s 1908 Winter’s Doctrine that explicitly reserves and safeguards the water needed for that permanent well-being and prosperity.
S.2109 and the “Settlement Agreement” deny the Navajo and Hopi people the resources and means to bank their own waters, or to recharge their aquifers depleted and damaged by the mining and energy corporations that S.2109 benefits. S.2109 and the “Settlement Agreement” require Navajo and Hopi to give Peabody Coal Mining Company and the Salt River Project and other owners of the Navajo Generating Station (NGS) tens of thousands of acre-feet of Navajo and Hopi water annually – without any compensation – and to force the extension of Peabody and NGS leases without Navajo and Hopi community input, or regard for past and continuing harmful impacts to public health, water supplies and water quality – as necessary pre-conditions to Navajo and Hopi receiving Congressional appropriations for minimal domestic water development.
This is coercive and wrong.”
Yes it is, Ed; and it’s sad and sick and we will try help you in your quixotic battle against corporate/government interests. We are now waging a few of the same battles First Americans have waged since Columbus mistakenly hit the eastern shore of this land and named you ‘Indians’.
“‘Thou hast outraged, not insulted me, sir; but let Ahab beware of Ahab; beware of thyself, old man.’”
~ Herman Melville
Please call your state’s Senators and urge them to vote NO on SB 2109; let them know whose side you’re on. If you’d even send it to friends, I know the Diné and Hopi people will appreciate it.
With government-archived historical pictures and some fresh ones, this is a song from a Basket Dance, an end-of-harvest give-away celebration.





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I know a lot of folks have some aversion to petitions, but I think one would be good for this issue. I didn’t click on every link, so I apologize if I missed one in any of the additional info.
Don’t know of one, Senator. Folks could use this page for phone numbers and emails, though.
Thanks for commenting, though, Senator. It…er…sorely needed a comment. ;o)
Yesterday, Thurs. the 5th, AZ Senators Kyl and McCain met with Navajo Nation and Hopi officials in Tuba City. The meeting was not open to the public, which angered hundreds of protesters who gathered to protest an agreement being hammered out in regard to SB 2109. After the meeting Navajo Nation President Ben Shelly, greeted with shouts of “Kill that bill!” by the protesters, and sounding somewhat petulant, promised that there would be a series of seven public meetings in which the residents would be allowed to participate and offer their input before the tribes would sign off on SB 2109. Neither McCain nor Kyl spoke to the crowd either before or after yesterday’s closed door meeting. Beware of closed door meetings because that’s usually where crooked deals are made.
Recommended, very informative, wendydavis.
Thanks, billyc; I guess my paragraph on the protest and marches got a bit buried up there; there’s link to good photos by the Outta Your Backpack media kids at Brenda Norrell’s Censored News. TILT for the diary then; it’s what started me writing the whole thing. Mebbe I should spotlight it better. Yeah, I should, I will. ;o)
But I hadn’t seen Shelly’s comment yet. Guess he might not be lyin; if he said: ‘We’ll let ya let off steam before we approve it officially.”
To twist Buffy Saint Marie’s famous line a li’l bit: “If the bad guys don’t get ya…the bad guys will.”
Excellent link – apologies that I missed it. I live in a small town that borders the Navajo Nation and get my local news from the Gallup Independent, a newspaper that is widely circulated on the rez. Yesterday’s meeting was front page news today and that’s where I retrieved Shelly’s comment. Since I spent almost 30 years teaching at a high school in Chinle (located at the mouth of Canyon de Chelly National Monument) and retiring to a community near Dinetah I also get rez news from many of the folks with whom I am acquainted who live there. Today, for example, I ran into some former students (who live near Tuba City) at lunch who gave me some firsthand accounts of yesterday’s protest. Thank you for highlighting this proposed bill and suggesting readers contact their State senators!
My fault entirely, billyc, and er…I fixed it for ya, lol! (Hope ya like the editorializing; couldn’t help myself.)
We’re in the Four Corners, Mancos; yá’át’ééh.
Mr. wendydavis was on the Trees for Mother Earth board, replacing some of the 4,000 peach trees that Kit Carson’s soldiers burned down causing the final demoralization of the Navajo in their winter of starvation. He then rounded them up for The Long Walk to Bosque Redondo, Fort Sumner in 1864.
Gallup sure is one hell-hole, ennit? Ish.
Shall I give you my email address in case you’re ever up our way? Always got the soup pot on.
I just read your post about the Cloud Callers. And I am crying. And looking forward to the desert and the sky. And the rain.
We’re lucky to have you writing these stories for us, wendydavis.
Love you.
Ahhhhh….the female rain in the desert; the mists rising above the arroyos and canyons…wildflowers bursting forth overnight in carpets of bright colors…frogs who’s been silent since autumn singing to you in throaty syncopated rhythms…. The resinous odor of sage and chamisa…that smell just like the soft grey-green they are. Mmmmm.
The desert awaits you with open arms, girlfriend. For you; don’t care for Rowan the person, but he’s a good musician. Vassar Clements is playin’ fiddle; purdy nice.
I love you, too.
“Cloud Callers” – it is a long time since I have heard those words.
Due to the build up of a holy rant that I can feel gathering its forces within, I will simply thank you for posting this. It had come across my radar – but more need to know.
Until “we” view the actions against one portion of us, as an action taken against the “we” that is all of us, success will elusive.
Good truth there, bootsie. How do we not know that, get taught that…or if taught in churches and shuls…forget it so easily?
TarheelDem put it well on one of his protesting NATO threads:
“My own moral sense is trapped inside a profoundly immoral society that perversely taught me my moral values as a kid, drummed them into me, and betrayed me as an adult. Yep, that’s the American experience.”
Whoosh. I’d hoped you might stop by so I could give you this, with love. We listen to the messages and caresses and portents, don’t we?
Stay strong and well; hugs.
wd
What a nice exchange between you and Tarheel Dem. I wish that we could extend the good vibes between people here to those who run the nation.
Watching our elected officials run the place into the ground, I fill up with hatred so often. I took two days off this week from thinking about politics, because it is just one ugly story after another.
The people of California betrayed by this Administration and the people of the two Indian nations betrayed by our Senate. I think wishing harm on these elected officials is probably a waste of my energy, but never have I felt so low.
At least in the final days of the Bush regime, we had the hopes that once the Democratic Administration was in power, things would change.But instead of change4, there is more criminality. Obama sics the DOJ on medical marijuana clinics. And then these Senators take away the water – not just from the two Native American tribes, but from the people who farm those lands, and from people who use the water for recreation, as well.
Much thanks for the invite, but I don’t get around as much as I used to.
BTW, though Gallup has a reputation – much of which is undeserved – it is the home of some of the finest people you’d ever want to meet. So many ethnicities living in close approximation to one another – great experiment in democracy. We probably have more artists, craftsmen, novelists, poets, sages, linguists, per square mile than any other community its size.
Speaking of peaches, every Sept., I could count on our head janitor delivering me a peach pie which he would place on my desk in the morning before school would start. Talk about generosity! and, the peaches came from the canyon!
He didn’t actually say it to me, but to all, but still…what a poignant and common perception for those of us who developed strong aversions to hypocrisy early, and have possibly over-developed bullshit detectors now as a result, lol!
Likely, it’s not so much hatred as anger you feel; they can feel the same at times. Anger I find useful in the main, because it can provide incentive to activism or writing so others can gel their righteous indignation over people’s plights…and kick some major ass in the ways of their choice.
That said, last night I told Mr. wendydavis that right at that moment, if I could take a free hound-house punch at Jon Kyl’s mug, I would seriously consider it. ;o) (Yes; One Love, Stardust…er…afterward?)
Hope betrayed is the worst, elisemattu; for me, any I had began leaking away pretty early on. Then the Democratic Party came next…
Dunno, sweetie; this is all I got, plus sending you love, and to let you know…you’re not alone in your grief. Anger is often a layer over grief or fear; weeping brings endorphins; windshield wipers of the soul.
Ouch, billyc; dinnae know I was dissing your town, so sorry. I knew it best long ago, when it and Farmington had so many murders of Native Americans committed with utter impunity. It was more the anglos I had contempt for, and I am so glad to hear that you know so many fine folks there.
Cool synchronicity on the peaches; I love it like crazy; so will Mr. wendydavis. ;o) If ya didn’t read the link to the Snake Dance I stuck in up there, you might like it, even if you’ve been to one in the past.
loving regards,
wd, lover of Canyon de Shelly
p.s. Ha! Just remembered this; with apologies. ;o)
Of course you knew I meant that older post. This one makes me cry too, but that first one is very powerful.
I doubt we will see any rain in Tucson but maybe there will be some wildflowers left. The smell of the creosote bushes after the desert rain is my very favorite thing in the whole world. Grew up with it in Nevada and there’s nothing else like it.
Piffle; no, I dinnae get it; but you know what an idiot ah iz. ;o)
The snake dance one?
Tell me! (not quite appropriate, but a great tune nonetheless…)
I’ve been to Oraibi two times over the years. My first visit there, in 1971, during a powerful lighting storm, is one of my favorite stories. I used to tell people, as part of the story, what I’ve quoted from your essay.
I’ve since come to know about Pt. Hope, Alaska, which I’ve also visited. Oraibi’s claim to long-term Hopi habitation dates back to the late 11th century. Pt. Hope has been inhabited by Inupiaq people since long before the Russians came. The Inupiaq were preceded at the village site by the Ipiutak, whose culture flourished between the 2nd century BC and 9th Century AD. There is no evidence of a hiatus between Ipiutak and Inupiaq occupation of the village site, which is situated at a very strategic location, particularly for whale spotting.
Always glad when someone corrects me, EdwardTeller. Many of the folks in Indian Country apparently made the same trek from the north crossed the Bering Strait land bridge, and went all the way south, at least according to Spencer Wells. Native American deplore the notion, of course.
Our daughter is Ute, and looks quite Mongolian in fact. Lotsa travelers back in the day. ;o)
Hope you might tell the Old Oraibi lightning story; love to hear it.
Be well.
Fuck McCain and Kyl, and fuck all the bipartisan assholes who will undoubtedly support this travesty.
A minute ago I was in a goofy mood. Now I’m pissed.
Lucky for you that you read this post.
I for one prefer goofy to pissed off on a Friday, but your mmv.
Yes, fuck them. Reading at Kyl’s website about what a fucking hero he must be for ‘Injuns’ is seriously vile and disturbing.
Suggesting any further measures to transform the anger may be wrong of me. In any event…could I ask a few things of few? So often I find myself in pain, adrift, depressed, looking to feel all the feelings about the condition of our country and the mental illness abroad, especially in the ‘leaders’ we’ve allowed to ascend…time and again… (never mind; can’t finish the thought.
Please read the snake dance impression piece I put up. Listen four times to the Baske Dance video…hear the rattle of the shells ankle bracelets on the dancers, join them if you have a rattle or a shakara…feel the history, the timelessness of the hope and supplication ; Lucinda’s ‘World without tears’ I gave to elisemattu hints at it all. Life is so full of pain and loss, going past it is important somehow, and working toward what’s better. Without the tears and anger…and the distractions brought to us by Capitalism’s Propaganda Minsters on Madison Avenue…we who know better values…might be ascendant now, who doth know? ;o)
(Yeah, goddam; there goes wendydavis again Being Earnest (yet another fatal flaw)…but I gotta rec feeling all the feelings, then moving through them.. to the Almost Goofy. If there’s one thing I can tell you categorically, is that: for the slaves, one almost sanity-saving thing was singing spirituals; for the First American Americans, it’s humor that gets so many of them through the day, through life. After a point, after the anger and activism, what else is there?
It can be such a relief, no matter how fleeting, from the abject abjectness of life now.
Confession: so many things have gone haywire for my family this week, I found refuge in writing this, as an act of hope and caring about others on the planet who experience worse than I do every single goddam day.
My unfettered love to you, AltID,
wd
p.s. Yer allowed to find me kinda goofy and 2-absurdly-eRnest 2 live. ;o)
While taking a hot soak, it occurred to me that I forgot to say that the best remedy is to remember that this realm isn’t the only one, and that each time we reach out in kindness and loving kindness to others, or lovingly guide our kids…or listen to their fears and pains, and validate them…it takes us to a different place (realm? reality? dunno, but life is about something other than…the hardest stuff.)
Awww, I’m cool Wendy.
I imagined the bastards all covered in honey and staked out on an ant bed. And now I’m cool. Goofy as ever.
But you’re too cool for words, Wendy, cause you care. And it rubs off on jaded, cynical, and numb to the injustices of the world me when I read your stuff. And then I care. And then I get pissed at the sociopaths exploiting the weak. And then I imagine the bastards…
Hello again – Mr. HFC and I are back from a new Chinese food restaurant that had a great happy hour. I need to say that for all of us hopeful cynics, you are a very important touchstone, wendydavis. We need you to be EXACTLY who you are, without apology. Your comment about “singing spirituals” made me remember that we need to go to Glide church in SF before we leave – maybe even this Sunday. It’s like a big vitamin B shot or something, it fixes you right up for a while.
So funny and apropos that Alt ID and I were both – at the very same time – remarking about how important you are to cynics like us.
Er…that’s wendydavis (no space) to ya, son. ;o)
See, now? I went embarrassin’ myself bein’ all down with The Importance of Being Earnest and all. Sheesh. And all ya needed to get to the goofy again was some antills and honey. think o’ all the typing I couldda saved myself. ;o)
But somehow I thunk of this thru the Wayback (WABAC) Machine.
A beautiful gift, WD, thank you … indeed we are all children “of the wind” just as we are children of the sky and of the earth… the playfulness of the dancers, the dreamers, the weavers, the time keepers and the singers does course through my veins. Perhaps, through yours, as well.
Keep it up, WD. Success,though not tomorrow. is a done deal. A feast of celebration but awaits our arrival. that ole’ optimist rides again. ;)
Ooh-la-la; wish I could come with ya. Tell us all about the music later; I dunno if I ever said, but life for me took a serious plunge once I finally grokked that I could never grow up to be Aretha Franklin. Have a vinyl copy of her early spirituals; delectable. ‘Aretha Arrives’ got jacked decades ago by some cretin, but it was…sublime.
But I swear to got, ya gotta tell me which Cloud-Caller story made ya cry, dagnabbit!
love,
Clueless Again in Colorado
Love to you, boots, and I hope folks come read your wonderfully-written Grandmother Story (hint, hint, clue, clue, folks). I might fade away before I can read it again. Powwow Highway hero was: Whirlwind Dreamer, played by Gary Farmer. Best hero ever. ;o)
G’night; dream well. For me…the drums and shell rattles; mmmmm.
This is what to expect when you live in a National Sacrifice Area controlled by our Energy Industrial Complex. Water is more valuable than gold and will be taken for “developement” of coal and uranium no matter what the local damage. Huge amounts of water is needed for the planned reopeaning of the Church Rock uranium leach project, this is the site of the secoud worst radiation disaster in the US.
Calling your Reps and signing petitions will not stop this, they don’t listen to people they only listen to money.
There are times to understand that Resistance Is Futile; other times…ya hafta fight back in quixotic gestures, imo, just to live with yerself.
Every time we declare an issue to big, THEY WIN, and if we become lethargic, we can stay that way forever. That said, if I could travel, I would have joined them in Tuba City in a flash.
We need more music for the times, too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzVjuEhpHEA&feature=relmfu
Just realized it’s Easter Sunday – prolly not the best time for an atheist to go to Glide (it’s just the crowds and all; Glide is not the kind of church to turn to dust when us sinners enter after a long spell). Anyway, Sunday week, as they used to say in Texas.
The diary I am referring to is the one that you linked to, the one where you went to the Hopi snake dance in 1978.
Sleep well, my friend.
There is one solution but it requires World Revolution. I’m not giving up yet but petitions and phone calls are meaningless. I am recovering from a heart attack so i can’t join them either but will do what i can.
Though my efforts may be futile, if we are the 99%, I need to raise my voice on behalf of those who are also part of that 99%, as I have in other things. The damage to one, is the damage to the whole… is not that the stance? Or have I read things wrong? (My elected bozos are hoping I have… *g* )
So glad; it was a game-changer for me, srsly.
Easter? Oy! And LOL! on Glide not turning ta dust; great imagery. ‘Bout to shut down for the night, watch the end of Moby Dick. ‘Ahab should look to Ahab’. Whoosh; that knocks me out how apropos it is for so many people and situations. It would make a good diary.
And…y’all aren’t cynics, methinks.
G’night; tomorrow never knows.
I’m so sorry to hear of your heart problems, wayoutwest.
There is something transformational in the air, and as walkinboots hints, we have to have each others’ backs in order for revolution and massive resistance to seem like a viable joint movement. And here come May Day and the NATO protests; and the small sparks that spread across the land aren’t known yet, nor is the timing. Have hope, and a bit of patience.
Even Sleeping Giants can awaken when provoked, or when they learn that there isn’t anything much left to lose. Greece, Spain…who knows where else?
I love your earnestness, but on careful consideration, I find that I am at heart an anthills-and-honey man. It seems to me that the enduring historical significance of these tribes and the others will be perceived to be that they serve as a constant reminder not to believe any of the accepted “good guy” mythology about America. Rec’d of course.
America, founded on genocide, slavery and ‘manifest destiny’,as in: It’s God’s plan (Christian God, seen as blonde and white, ironically) that we explore and claim an already inhabited land.
Aside from that, it may be you misconstrue my earnestness; can’t quite make it out here, as anger fuels my reasons to broadcast wrongs, in hopes that until we see the results of rampant oligarchical psychopathic greed and lust for power, know it if not understand it, people won’t get outraged enough to act in massive civil disobedience.
My ‘earnestness’ went awry with AltID, I confess; I was still hearing elisemattu’s comment ringing in my head, not just his justifiable pissed-off-edness. (Ya owe me $1.99 for making up that phrase if ya use it in the future.) ;o)
And how sweet will it be if we can help reverse any measure of the centuries of results of pollution, war and greed our leaders have committed toward our brother and sister NAs and AAs as we fight our common enemies?
Glad to have you read and comment, my friend.
OK, OK, I’ll let you bring the honey. ;-)
That’s ‘…bring the honey, honey‘, ennit? ;o)