I call out for the Six Nations, in support of their cause,
even if I am all alone, screaming on the beach of a desert island.
What has happened to Equal Rights for All Nations and All Peoples?
The Declaration of Independance? What Democracy?? Where?
What has happened that we forget who we are and attack our Brothers and Sisters?
If it is wrong for me to go and forcefully remove my neighbour from his or her home,
how then can it be right for the ontario provincial police to go and forcefully remove
my Brothers and Sisters from their Native Land?
Is this incident not even worthy of talk or peaceful negociation?
Why do we always have to result in forceful actions and deny our common Human thread?
It is the police who have mounted this aggression, not the Six Nations.
Isn't it funny that we learn in school that every ACTION will have a REACTION,
and we learn WRONG from RIGHT and we could go to PRISON for harming others?
Then why is it alright for the police to storm into a peaceful situation (pre-dawn raid)
and attack? And now, a day later, there is word of military movement coming in the area?
These are not the actions of a peaceful nation.
These are the criminal actions of a warring government, slamming their dictator fist
down with an attempted crushing blow.
I sit home in distress, not being able to help my Brothers and Sisters at war,
a war they did not start. When angered and pushed to the limit, they will crack.
Like in war, they have learned the language of their oppressors.
Have we awoken the monster?
None of us have any right to lift a finger at anyone until we have exhausted every and all other measures.
These measures simply have not been taken.
I suddenly feel like Jim Garrison in his lonely but hopefully effective defense of a murdered president.
I feel that we have done the same thing to righteousness here. In not trying to extinguish the self,
and nurture the Bigger Picture, Truth, we invite self-inflicted injuries and incredible hardhsips to come,
greater than our present criminal actions! What a waste!
This letter is written to the Common Joe amongst us, the one who will understand irreparable guilt.
The guilt that I feel from the actions of my non-Native government makes me bow my head in shame.
I call on you from the slaughterhouse of forest clear-cuts, from emptied and polluted oceans, from
birdless skies, and our own heartless actions.
Doesn't anyone know of the ripple effect? That one's gestures will at one time certainly come back and
haunt us tenfold? What are we thinking? That we can get away with police brutality and Genocidal
behaviour? And something tells me it will not stop there. I have learned this from history:
"Kill the Indian, save the man!", said Richard Pratt.
"The only good Indian is a dead Indian!", said my friend's school teacher.
"Damn any man that sympathizes with Indians! I believe it is right and honorable to use any means under god's heaven to kill them!", said Colonel Chivington.
"Could it not be contrived to send the Small Pox among those disaffected tribes of Indians?
We must on this occasion use every stratagem in our power to reduce them.", said Amherst.
I can only do my very best in my humble life to see that THESE criminal actions cease.
My heart stands with Truth, not with violence, on any side of a barricade.
"... But who was the first to blame?", said the Nez Perce Chief to a White audience.