Russell Means: Living Ancestor

Hau Mitakiepi:
As I sit enjoying this morning, my thoughts are upon healing and growing and learning. They say it is about faith, hope, and charity, yet I find those concepts disturbing. There is no word for love in the Lakota Language. Why? (Is it because we are heartless savages?) What is love? Besides, what good is faith and hope if one hasn’t found growing and learning? Our Primary Tenets are Bravery, Fortitude, Generosity and Wisdom. I think maybe faith hope and charity kept me far away from Healing and Growing and Learning.
I walked, as usual, to the neighborhood grocer to get breakfast for my friends. On my way home, two Crows greeted me with their akisha. I have found the Crow and the Squirrel are friends. The Crows escort any hungry Hawks through this area, yelling heeeeyaahhh! HeeeeYAHHH! As if to herd them along, they akisha. The Crows, after having their respective turns on the ground among the gnawing Squrrels, lift off. I am happy to see them flying with multiple peanuts in their beaks. I hear the Woodpecker’s familiar chirp, and now also the Chickadee. I see Nuthatches fly by, and I think of that hungry Hawk the Crows moved along the other day. The snow is crusty and sharp as the wind. I think of the Lakota Nation.
I think of the Fire of Freedom that has burned strongly in Russell Means’ chest now for 68 Winters. He inspired our Re-Awakening as Indigenous Peoples in general, over 30 years ago. Now, he re-awakens the spark of Indigenous Freedom specifically within the Lakota Oyate. Many detractors has he; Russell Means. Many fingers point and bemoan Russell’s so very public Struggles as an Indigenous Male, and as a Lakota Wicasa. Many tongues wag in derision of his loudly tactile bouts with oppression, repression and depression. Russell Means IS a flawed Man. Russell Means IS a polarizing entity. Russell Means IS a true and living representation of what it is to be a Lakota Male under Occupation.
Russell represents the best of us. Russell represents the worst of us. Russell mirrors US. Russell constantly and consistently has made his life a public and living work of Guerrilla Art at its most real. As Lakota, our Art must benefit the People. Our Art must be alive with Takuskanskan. Truly, as Francis Yellow has said, “Lakol Wicohan Ki is Performance Art at it Best”.
Russell always invites those with affinity and relatedness to join in on the performance. I was once inspired to Opagi Russell with my Canunpa to Hanbleciapi. Russell placed me upon a high hill above Wind Cave for four days that changed my Reality. Russell gave me my Name, and through Russell, I gained my Dream. I found my Voice through the Siyotanka that was shared with me on that hilltop. I spent that Summer learning from Russell. I wrote down the jewels of wisdom he would utter without warning. “Simple elegance is profundity…Period.” “True revolution means to go back to the beginning…to revolve.” “To be truly free is to be truly responsible.” I recall a piece of art of his, a piece entitled “Ancestors Leaving”. I recall how he would become melancholy and distant when he would relive times among HIS Elders. People like Noble Red Man and Fools Crow. I always felt as though I were sitting with a living, breathing Ancestor when I sit with Russell Means.
Russell has Counted Coup for the People upon many an enemy. He deserves many Feathers. He deserves many Songs.
I know that under the State of Occupation we currently endure, Coyotes are elevated past Wolves by the gate keeping Guard Dogs and Lap Dogs. I realize now that in a desire to protect the Squirrels, the loud and vocal Crows will harangue the Mighty Hawk just trying to live as a Free Being without handouts.
Hecetuwelo, Mitakuye Owasin, Wanbli WiWohkpe, He Emacia.

Oyateunderground Manifesto

"Article. VI. - Debts, Supremacy, OathsThis Constitution, and the Laws of the United States which shall be made in Pursuance thereof; and all Treaties made, or which shall be made, under the Authority of the United States, shall be the supreme Law of the Land; and the Judges in every State shall be bound thereby, any Thing in the Constitution or Laws of any State to the Contrary notwithstanding."We as Lakota People are the walking, talking and breathing evidence of the Occupation's historical guilt. We are the living indictments of the Wasicu Paradigm of Civilization. We, the living embodiment of the Matriarchal, Matrilineal, Matricentric and Matrisocial Lifeway known as Lakol Wicohan, adamantly refuse to buy in or sell out. We do not adhere to the Paternal Order and their way of hierarchical structure. We refuse to work as wage slaves and we innately know to resist.I mentioned Article 6 of the United States Constitution, specifically the part which states: "This Constitution, and the Laws of the United States which shall be made in Pursuance thereof; and all Treaties made, or which shall be made, under the Authority of the United States, shall be the supreme Law of the Land; and the Judges in every State shall be bound thereby, any Thing in the Constitution or Laws of any State to the Contrary notwithstanding."I mention Article 12 of the 1868 Fort Laramie Treaty: "No treaty for the cession of any portion or part of the reservation herein described which may be held in common, shall be of any validity or force as against the said Indians unless executed and signed by at least three-fourths of all the adult male Indians occupying or interested in the same, and no cession by the tribe shall be understood or construed in such manner as to deprive, without his consent, any individual member of the tribe of his rights to any tract of land selected by him as provided in Article VI of this treaty."Mitakiepi, this is the core issue: The Wasicu, in his carnivorous, predatory nature, seems to constantly aggress, while Matriarchy and all of nature herself seems to recede in the face of such aggression. The aggressor sees this as weakness, and so while our People constantly recede into suicide, fratricide, and the suicide on the installment plans of self-medication and incarceration, the Oppressor labels us as born losers and we obligingly accept the moniker.This all finds root in the Papal Bull of 1493, in which is laid the foundation of Christian Dominance. This was decreed by Pope Alexander VI, after Columbus "discovered America ".In 1823, the Christian Doctrine of Discovery was made United States law by the Supreme Court. Chief Justice John Marshall said the Christian European Nations possessed "ultimate dominion" over the lands of America during the Age of Discovery, and that - upon "discovery" - the Indians had lost "their rights to complete sovereignty, as independent nations," and only retained a right of "occupancy" in their lands." Indigenous Peoples were ruled subordinate to the first Christian Nation claiming their Lands. Supreme Court Justice Joseph Story wrote, "As infidels, heathens, and savages, they (the Indians) were not allowed to possess the prerogatives belonging to absolute, sovereign and independent nations."It is evident that the "Christian Nations" conducted a Holy War upon us. We are now expected to simply forget, and to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps and participate in the plundering of our Grandmother. The "Christian Nations" all to varying degrees, now have their sights set upon their cousin- Islam. Now, here we sit, years after their cousins smote their World Trade Center , where do we go? What can we do? What can possibly be done? How do we ever make sense to a Nation that only hears and respects calamity? How do we bend the ear of Paternalism when we as Lakota, being a Matriarchal People, refuse to explode, and instead therefore continue to implode? How do we leave a real and true footprint on the path of healing for our Youth to find?We have lost our sense of Worldview. Our Cosmology has been rendered impotent. Our Lifeways no longer can feed the People. The Wasicu has effectively comodified all, caged all, and fenced all. The great compartmentalization forces the freedom loving Wolf to face life as a domesticated dog.True Struggle within the context of Matriarchy is difficult. It is easy to stumble from Matriarchy to Martyr-archy if not careful. We end up accepting backdoor and trapdoor assimilation in lieu of resisting overt assimilation. It is, as I said previously, quite nuanced and insidious. A frog can be boiled alive if the water is heated slowly enough—it is said that if a frog is placed in boiling water, it will jump out, but if it is placed in cold water that is slowly heated, it will never jump out. We, the Lakota Oyate, are that frog, and the structure of Patriarchal Hierarchy is that pot. We are born caged, and so then fear for our safety when our cage door is opened. Change, by its very nature, must include a degree of chaos. We must embrace this chaos, this FREEDOM, and learn to eschew the bones of appeasement and conditioning foisted upon us from all sides.Our People endured having our Familial structures ripped asunder by the Boarding School Era. Now, generations hence, the effects of that cultricidal policy are evident, and we bear the brunt of the blame thereof, according to the Oppressor. Yet, I say it is they who cause our maladjustment to Life, as we are not afforded any avenues for Living, other than the confines of their system. Survival is not Living. I believe education is the answer, but not if the Oppressor does the teachingWe are truly different than the wasicu, the fat-taker. It is the American Government which is the perpetuator of wasi icun, fat-taking. We as Lakota are not of the fat-taking culture. We are oppressed by it, we are under occupation by it, but we are not "of" it. We still have our Indigenous Wisdom and Kinship tethered to our being. We still have our ties to Matriarchy intact.We are Matriarchal beings surrounded and occupied by perpetuators of Paternalism. Until we quit weighing our worth upon their scales and begin the reformulation of our own, there will be no health to be found.Now we must begin translating that beauty into Sovereignty… Sovereignty… A word, a state of mind, a state of being. Sovereignty is, in essence, the finding of ones humanity. The understanding of ones place in both the macrocosm of the cosmos and the microcosm of oneself. Sovereignty not only applies to nations; sovereignty is born of the seed of collective personal awareness combining to create a sense of People, of Oyate. Sovereignty is affinity in action. It is a flock of birds turning in the sky as one. It is interdependence in motion. The earth feeds the grass, the grass feeds the deer, the deer feeds the family and in time, the family shall feed the earth- all interdependently related kin. The earth puts no false checks and balances upon her abundance. Good relations is the only fee measured. Through understanding and humility, the Lakota lived for centuries as a good relative. Once, the Lakota was a member of the body of Grandmother Earth. A small member of the body. With the introduction of wasicuism, we all, as a two-legged nation, have become a tumor within the body rather than a member of the body. As any cancer will, we are on our way toward killing our host.Luckily, we have an answer. We as Lakota People have yet within us that beautiful core sense of interdependence. We yet recognize our Brothers and Sisters for we have not lived under the heel of wasicu long enough for us to forget our selves or to become blind to our place. The Buffalo is not domesticatable, nor is the Wolf. What the bovine relishes, the Buffalo rejects. What the sled dog thrives upon makes the Wolf ill. It all springs from the difference between matriarchy and patriarchy. The difference between nurturing and controlling; between marriage and subjugation. The old saying goes something like- "even the dog knows whether he's been kicked or tripped over". The dominant society has adamantly maintained it merely tripped over us in its pursuit of manifest destiny, yet this Wolf knows he's been kicked, and hard too.Much has been made of the word "reconciliation", yet little has changed for the People. Many have offered opinions as to what steps should be taken in tandem with the powers- that- be, yet it seems feel good acts of pomp and circumstance take precedent over meaty and mighty acts of true goodwill. Sometimes, farsighted thoughts spawned by Lakota and Dakota Elders have been co-opted into political sweet-nothings by various political entities. True dialogue concerning Treaty Issues remain taboo while we as a People remain the biggest tourism draw for our keepers. We are afforded a myriad of opportunities to sing and dance, step and fetch, shuck and jive, yet are shushed when we speak our Hearts, Minds and Souls. We are constantly examining the symptoms of our predicament as a People. Seldom do we address the root causes. To effectively address the root causes of our problems, the powers that be would be forced to give up power, and that will not happen. The Oppressor will allow us as many links in the chain around our necks as we desire, but never would we be allowed the option of casting aside our leash altogether.We have dissected and looked from all angles at our various afflictions. We have often tried the remedies offered by the dominant culture- to no avail. We have looked at the options presented us as a People and have consistently resisted inclusion. We are called ungrateful by the pseudo-benevolent when we resist their attempts of assimilation. Our National Sense of Loss and Mourning as a People is mistaken as some sort of shame we possess. A loss that transcends the wasicu sense of place and time, our mourning increases as time and understanding of our devastation unfolds. We mourn. We seek kinship. We resist absorption. We have no form of retreat other than the self-destructive acts of inverted sovereignty we often manifest. It is not because we are less than others that we do not fit their society. It is a simple matter of kinship. We are a People with a different sense of time and space. We measure things differently. Our culture was once stifled and smothered, yet we are now nurturing the tender shoots of growth. We are finally at our ascension once again as a cultureNone of us are well. To varying degrees, we all carry symptoms of oppression. When we are told to be patient, steadfast, understanding, giving, resilient, stoic, or silent, we should say no! We have already given more than our full measure. It is time to start measuring what Sovereignty truly means."Change takes time"; it is said when we present our situation in a good way, as words. We are told to be patient as the dominant culture shoves forward faster.We are pushed to assimilate and punished when we resist. We are offered the same package in guise after guise. We are bouncing hard after an incredible blow, yet socially and culturally we are finding threads of common awareness and voice. We must be afforded signs and acts of good faith in return for the entire stoic resiliency we've already manifested. We must be considered equal, not because we weigh out upon their scales, but because we measure life upon our own.We hear so much "patriotism" these days, and so little about the innate kinship of all our relations. So much saber rattling, so little resolution. So much of the same old jingoism and wrapped-in-the–flag manifest destiny.Of course nowadays the Oppressor uses new and improved code words. He says "globalization" now rather than "colonialism". He hides his racism and xenophobia in the red white and blue colors of patriotism. The sad thing is, many of our own People latch on to this paternal fever without realizing we are surrendering freely what Relatives like Sitting Bull fought and died to protect-our very identity as a People. The oppressor no longer needs to erase our genus, genocide is no longer the goal, the oppressor needs only simple cultricide to complete his victory. He only needs us to buy into his left-winger-big-brother pseudo benevolence to win.We are inundated by offers of inclusion and homogeneity. Newspapers love the down-home exotica of our hard scrabble struggles. The stories of our oppression make good copy. The stuff of a good tragedy. They want to write story after story, yet never do they report the groundswell of the Grassroots Awakening. Never do they investigate our tenacious grasp upon our Sovereignty. They'll fluff our pillows in a bid to make our cell cozier, yet shut their eyes and mouths to the fact we are Prisoners Of War. The Indigenous People of Turtle Island are constantly offered the "civil rights" fought for by minority groups. We are pushed to vote, to speak up, to graduate from college, to get a job, pay our taxes, get ourselves a big ol' chunk of that good ol' "apple"pie. Why? Because once we accept americanism and american citizenship, the Indian Wars are truly over.Let us always understand that the current struggles facing the united states are struggles between cousins. The three great paternal cultures are wrestling for dominance while the matriarchy of Nature looks on. Brothers and Sisters, do not be fooled by the wiles of the trickster, oh but he is a sly one. Jump not upon the patriot bandwagon, it's the same old enemy wooing us once again. From Eisenhower's relocation to the allotment system, we've seen this same old trickster in various guises. The only difference now is the slicker packaging.I looked up the word patriot. It is a word derived from the Greek word pater, or father. It's the same place paternalism comes from. The same place wasicu was born. Hierarchy in all its glory. The predator of affinity, love and kinship. We are like apples and oranges, wolves and dogs. We are as different as the Bison is from the bovine. True equality is the recognition of these facts, not the seeking of our "melting into the pot". Homogeneity is not equality, not for a People with a land base, language, and Ancient Original Ways. I will never surrender my Sovereignty for a minority statusTo truly end the oppression and suffering of the "Native Americans" in South Dakota, we must begin with the understanding that we are not generically "Native Americans". When the United States government deals with other nations, they do not generically call them by a racial or geographical name. They state the Sovereign Nationality of that People. When dealing with Canada, they are called Canadians. When dealing with China they are called Chinese. It is part of the oppressor's dehumanization process to lump us all into the "Native American" pile.It is an affront to everything Crazy Horse fought for to bandy about his name and not even address us as Lakota, and Dakota, and Nakota. It is disrespectful to say race relations need improvement and to continually avoid discussion concerning Sovereignty. Do they not recognize the groundswell of the Grassroots movement all around them? I really don't think they have an iota of understanding. They know nothing of the resurgence of kinship and affinity sprouting among the People. They haven't an inkling of the poignant and painful steps we are taking toward Sovereignty and understanding.We run the risk of becoming institutionalized by the coziness of our prison cell. We run the risk of further assimilation, especially if we enter the game unprepared, ill prepared, or unaware. We must rally behind the Sovereignty. We must demand results. We must qualify and quantify our support and articulate our expectations.The oppressor will give us anything, absolutely anything, EXCEPT power. He is sly. Remember relocation. Remember how they tried to erase our language until it became a resource in a foreign war. Remember our very religion was once outlawed and we are only now recreating affinity and relatedness amongst one another. Remember we are heirs to the bakery, and it's silly to accept a slice of the pie from the burglar…Remember.There is nothing wrong with us; it is their world that's sick. Their paternal system that causes them to not recognize themselves or their kin. We did not have these issues until they tried to fix what wasn't broke, only when they pushed their belief systems upon us, did these chasms emerge. Those "successful" minorities they point to have either had their ancient ways erased by the oppressor, or are coming from defacto paternal cultures. That is why we don't fit, not because we are less-than, damaged goods, or poor cousins, it is simply that we still hear and heed our original, sacred, instructions, and SOVEREIGNTY is the only recourse for the freedom-loving Wolf.The symptoms of our oppression are many. Symptoms, although being the subjective evidence of the disease, are not the actual cause of the disease. Symptoms are attributes and indications that alert us to the problem. It is silly to attack the symptoms with religious fervor, and not the root causes.We all, as Indigenous Peoples of Turtle Island, exhibit symptoms of oppression. We all, to varying degrees, carry the indications of the oppression we are born under. It takes only a little introspection and observation to observe all manner of symptoms within ourselves and our kin.I do not believe my Brothers and Sisters are the problems. I believe they exhibit as diverse an array of Symptoms of Oppression as they do signs of Intrinsic Beauty. Even many of the symptoms we exhibit have poignancy to them. We innately react in Matriarchal ways, rather than the paternal, mean, and terrible ways of the Oppressor. Rather than truck bomb, we drink ourselves to death. Rather than inflict our hurt and pain upon the masses, we keep things predominantly to ourselves. We react in ways of Affinity and Relatedness even in the depths of our pain. It is because of our binding ties to the very Roots of the Land.This Land contains our Creation Story, or more appropriately, our Beginning Story. A story centered and nurtured by Hesapa, now known as the Black Hills. This is the Land of our Mother's womb. This is where Wind Cave lives. This is the place our Two-Legged Nation was saved by our Relative the Winged. Like our inherent Affinity and Relatedness, the famed Racetrack lovingly encompasses Hesapa. Everything is centered around Hesapa, which many say are the oldest mountains on Earth.Hesapa holds more than the ethereal Takuskanskan of our Beginning, Hesapa also holds that favorite fat of the fat-taker. Gold. Even the wasicu's attention became affixed to Hesapa once gold was "discovered". Eastern U.S. newspapers of the day described it as enough gold to pay the national debt, and this in a time of great financial instability in the U.S. It is no wonder the wasicu attacked, hunted, slaughtered and spread disease among the Oyate. It is no wonder instability was sown. It is not surprising paternal order was established and the model for genocide created. Gold. War and tragedy ensued, and the Oyate was overwhelmed by the gluttony of the U.S. Wasi Icun seemed to be the physical manifestation of Iya, the insatiable eater.130 years later, we are beginning to feel a different wind blow across what is left of the prairie grass. The grandchildren of the Land Rush are rushing from South Dakota. Especially "West River". They seek technology careers and high-tech mobility in major metropolitan areas. They long for the flavors of the great melting pot. They don't want to mind the farm and eke out a hard scrabble existence as sentinels of the frontier. They are forsaking the dream of their forefathers and the wishes of their Nation. They hold no affinity for the antithetical relationships of the past. They don't wish to "hold the land". Many wasicu are bemoaning this loss. They lament the drying up of the small town. They look forlornly at the disappearance of the family farm.Good news for the Oyate. As the wasicu gained in affluence, they also declined in reproduction rate. Conversely, the Oyate is reproducing at an astonishingly high rate. Everywhere in western South Dakota the population is in decline except the Black Hills area and the Reservations. More than half of the Oyate population is 18 years old or less. Wonderful. We are seeing an almost exponential burst of population just as the oppressor is seeing a sharp decline. It stands to reason that when the Seventh Generation reaches maturity, they will be in the majority population "West River". It has been a mere generation since the Great Re-awakening fomented by our Ancient Lifeways and carried out by our AIM Elders. The Struggle, which is personified in our minds through the words and deeds of that generation, is still alive. We are now overcoming the once seemingly insurmountable impediments to our Relatedness. We are beginning to identify the root causes of our Oppression while simultaneously administering to the symptoms. All is not perfect and just, but we are making our way in spite of the wasicu's best efforts to still us, to kill us.Yes, there is a different, yet familiar wind blowing across Unci Maka. A breeze as old as Hesapa, one which is blowing away the best efforts of the wasicu's land grab like so much prairie dust. A breeze familiar to the Oyate, as familiar and Ancient as the Oyate itself and the Mother we were born of.As Indigenous Nations, we have bore the assault of wasicu culture for over 500 years. Through it all, we have managed to hold on to our various and diverse Ancient Lifeways to a surprising degree. Of course these Lifeways, being a Living Entity, have changed over the course of time. Smatterings of christianity, hierarchy, materialism and other factors have been amalgamated into our Cosmologies. We have had entire generations fully immersed into the Malevolent Culture. We have generations that not only endured the Boarding School Era, but whose parents and children did also.The 1960's and 70's ushered in a renewed awareness and affinity for Indigenous Culture.Ahead is the road of Aboriginal Identity and Original Lifeways. A path so introspective and personal it is not yet widely chosen. This is the way to real Sovereignty and renewed strength. This is the route to engaging the Syndemic Symptoms of Oppression. This is a route not already constructed for us, but one needing our nurturing, our dedication and our patience. We must be the building blocks and the mortar ourselves. This generation has to find the ability to smell the wind and sense the changing of the season. Our Youth outnumber us. Our Elders all grew up in the boarding school period. Both generations nearest the Great Mystery are calling to us to solidly mark this road of Identity. If we do not learn Sovereignty, we will be truly defeated as Peoples and become simply another "American minority".We are still early in the Period of Re-Awakening. We are only beginning to Heal.Hecetuwelo.
Wanbli WiWohkpe

They Are Mean

They are mean. They take no moment to consider their own brutality. They tell us to work hard, like they did, so their american dream could also be ours. When we instead resist helping bolster their infrastructure of invasion and occupation, they label us as lazy. They are mean. Nordic mean. Their police are our enemies. We are taught as much by their mean and challenging stares. Their shaved heads remind us that it will always be about race.
They say we have “a perception” of a dual system of justice, yet in our neighborhoods there is a “zero tolerance” policy of enforcement… all while their disingenuous billboards preach “tolerance”. They are mean. They should not be here. They killed and raped every Indigenous being into submission and now strut around claiming cleanliness, godliness and goodness, but all they are is mean.
So it is living in the belly of the beast while the Wasicu takes and takes and takes more fat.
What can we do? As Russell Means has said, it begins with decolonizing our minds. Yet, I realize there is more to it than gaining awareness. We must also de-americanize our own appetites. We must cease bellying up to the table to slop up gravy with the invader. We must get out of the rapist’s bed.
The Wasicu was very effective in maiming our ability as Human Beings to function. This is due more to the ravenous appetite of the Wasicu, than to its efficient planning and execution of genocide/cultricide. It so happened that their raping, plundering, and mean ways had a two-fold effect for them: it fed their appetite while simultaneously causing rampant dysfunction within our People.
They are amuck. They are loosed. They thrive at the expense of the host. This tumor is mean.
They despise us. They see how beautiful we are under the fat and scars and pain, yet they do not nor will they ever, see that same beauty within themselves.
Hecetuwelo.
Wanbli WiWohkpe

in the belly of the beast: a Lakota under occupation

Hau Mitakiapi:As the wasicu prepare to give thanks for all the blessings god has bequeathed them, let us take time to spread the awareness of the basic and fundamental wrongfulness of the beast known as "the united states".We know the ancient story of Iya, the all consuming mouth. Iya once consumed all the Nations, and digested them to the point of assimilation. Assimilation meaning they didn't not even know they had been swallowed. It is an amazing time to be alive and surviving in actuality WITHIN the belly of Iya, the all consuming beast.This living manifestation of Iya was built upon the notion of wasicu supremacy. It is rooted in the tenets of their "chosen" status. It seems god chose them to turn away from the Ancient and Original Instructions given to all beings by nature, and invest themselves totally into the fulfillment of appetite. They have been commissioned to consume all. They now occupy lands quite foreign to themselves; so foreign they are divorced from any semblance of interrelatedness to anything. They take, seeing everything instead as "resources" to exploit. They call this liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Their liberty means our bondage. Their pursuit of happiness is afforded them by our rape.They rape us and kill us, they oppress us and despise us, yet they envy our innate beauty and grace, as they lumber ever so slovenly forward, cursing their own existence. They find comfort in the pain they pass on to us. They find small solaces in our cyclic blights: our alcoholism, and other chemical reliefs from our bondage. Our sexual, social, political, physical, mental and other dysfunctions foisted upon us ruthlessly and systematically by their educational systems and churches. Foremost among the list of afflictions is the resulting inability to even gauge our status as Beings.They rule us by might and law yet do not fulfill the fundemental paradigms of their own law. They disregard their constitution, article 6 specifically which states "treaties shall be the supreme law of the land". They rely upon the brutality of their force of arms, seeking only to battle when their superiority is preponderous. They seek to destroy Nations rather than challenge the defenders of those Nations. As we know, we have always soundly trounced them when within arms reach. Yet, a trouncing tarnishes not their honor, nor does it dissuade their aggressions. Indeed, such trouncing serve only to justify within their own logic, their retaliatory rapes and massacres.These acts are not simply historical, mind you. These acts of rape and massacre are yet perpetuated. We are so far digested within the very bowels of this stinking monster that we are now insidiously consumed. The ways we are absorbed are more fluid and silent. The ways we are killed are more removed from sight and sound.Yet, we survive. Yet, we remember how to live. Yet, we innately resist their rotten ways even if it means physical suicide. In spite of its best efforts, Iya has not been able to kill us. It has killed and consumed most all Nations, yet right within its belly, there still lives a People...still not killed by the gastric venoms of the beast. We are then therefore still perceived as an enemy to Iya, for the only good Indian is a dead Indian to the all consuming Beast.So they will soon give thanks [of course ritualistically gorge themselves] all while alleging supremacy and chosen status as gods special children. Hecetuwelo.