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Thanksgiving ?

November 9, 2017

“Our family celebrates Thanksgiving the way that most of the rest of the United States celebrates, which is to observe and honor……..what is considered, the first day, of the near genocide, of an entire race of peoples.”

– David Cross

 

They be grieving

Over them taking

Homeland forsaking

Treaties making

Too many breaking

Not even placating

Centuries frustrating

Still land grabbing

Reservation raping

Pipeline placing

Profit justificating

Sacred ground negating

First people’s remaining

Hearts aching

 

This was prompted after seeing a sign flashing across a reservation casino marquee.

Promoting their Happy Thanksgiving buffet. Wondering aloud in print trying to make sense of it all in the context which proceeds “Black Friday ”

As it still conjures up the image taught indoctrinated in kindergarten of indigenous cultures welcoming immigrants and breaking bread. Only to be scooted across the continent at break neck speed to the least habitable land.

 

“We really gave the Indians a fast trip across the continent, you notice that? They were having a little cookout in Massachusetts- buncha boats came up, man…”Hey, ya mind moving over, guys?

Bring in the stuff. Would you move it over, man. Bring in the stuff. Would you move it over, man. Bring in the stuff. Would you move it over, man.

Over three mountain ranges…four mountain ranges. Got ’em onto an offshore island, Alcatraz, right? Off the continent completely!

They had to take the island to get it! Then we kicked them off there”

– George Carlin

 

Iron Maiden’s “Run to the Hills”

 

White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need

We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dust clouds
and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whiskey
and taking their gold
Enslaving the young
and destroying the old

Run to the hills, run for your lives

 

– Iron Maiden

 

 

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