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A Day of Reflection – A White Man Genocide Celebration


This morning I went back and forth, mentally, on whether I should post about today’s nation wide holiday celebration. My nation, my Native Nation, is currently under attack in North Dakota while the sitting President is out golfing, hosting music/art festivals on the front lawn and celebrating his end of term. Sure, that is exactly what he should do if the country is calm and peaceful…but it’s not calm or peaceful. With all the time he spent on the Clinton campaign he could have stopped the mind numbing abuse that is happening over an oil pipeline. How many times is this country going to battle with oil? When will the well being of the People be at the forefront of any business dealings or money exchange? *birds chirping* that is the history of our United States. Money over Humanity.

In September 1620, a small ship called the Mayflower left Plymouth, England, carrying 102 passengers—an assortment of religious separatists seeking a new home where they could freely practice their faith and other individuals lured by the promise of prosperity and land ownership in the New World.

What is alarming to me is people left England in search of Freedoms, religious may I add, to practice their beliefs freely along with building their own economy.

Only half of the Mayflower’s original passengers and crew lived to see their first New England spring. In March, the remaining settlers moved ashore, where they received an astonishing visit from an Abenaki Indian who greeted them in English. Several days later, he returned with another Native American, Squanto, a member of the Pawtuxet tribe who had been kidnapped by an English sea captain and sold into slavery before escaping to London and returning to his homeland on an exploratory expedition. Squanto taught the Pilgrims, weakened by malnutrition and illness, how to cultivate corn, extract sap from maple trees, catch fish in the rivers and avoid poisonous plants. He also helped the settlers forge an alliance with the Wampanoag, a local tribe, which would endure for more than 50 years and tragically remains one of the sole examples of harmony between European colonists and Native Americans.

As written above the Native Indians were discovered before the Mayflower touched land and thus Slavery had already birthed it’s ugly megalomania disease. Welcoming and selfless, the natives choose to nourish and aid in medicating the white man in order maintain life. Sharing land to help cultivate crops in order for the new comers to settle. Let’s keep that in mind, the settler’s.

In November 1621, after the Pilgrims’ first corn harvest proved successful, Governor William Bradford organized a celebratory feast and invited a group of the fledgling colony’s Native American allies, including the Wampanoag chief Massasoit. Now remembered as American’s “first Thanksgiving”—although the Pilgrims themselves may not have used the term at the time—the festival lasted for three days.

This is not a documented official day of giving thanks, many visitors have come to this land in celebration of crossing the mighty seas, reaching lands and giving thanks to the almighty for a tough but safe arrival. Pedro Menéndez de Avilé is one of those visitors whom, in 1565, asked Timucua tribal members to dine with them in celebratory aesthetics.

Let us fast forward a bit…Abraham Lincoln was the originator, during the civil war, to choose a day of remembrance, the fourth Thursday of November, to recognize the widows, children and families that have lost loved ones during this time of war. Franklin D. Roosevelt tried to monopolize the idea to bring more money to retailers, moving up the holiday one week before Abraham’s fourth Thursday during the Great Depression, but that idea was useless it was the depression, no one had the extra funds to be taxed or given away freely without taking care of their families stomachs and well being.

“the worst human holocaust the world had ever witnessed, roaring across two continents non-stop for four centuries and consuming the lives of countless tens of millions of people.” – David E. Stannard

I do not want to confuse you, for most are not aware of the dealings between the europeans, no they do not get a capitol e. While what sounds like and started as a welcoming hand to our land became a bloody, vicious take over for greed and religious pursuits. All this land, what can we do with it?  A mentality that was beyond my nation, we are peacekeepers, land lovers and sharing in that spirit led to our war, relocation and the loss of so many beautiful lives. Alcohol and powder substances were given as trade, taking our minds while we nourished your mind, bodies and souls. Punishing a spirit that lived beyond the years of their lives, allowing a war mentality to enter the minds of clarity and human wellness.

The genocide that has consumed us for centuries is still alive and well. The Sioux Tribe is being brutally abused for stopping big oil, for saving the water that is vital for survival, for keeping the peace, for standing up tirelessly against the machine that has brought only turmoil among st the people who occupied this land first. We are the owners, you are not. While tools of war and population might have overcome us in the past, we will continue to rise even with your white fellows to overcome.

This national holiday is not one that I have come to enjoy, for more then the reasons above, but for the fact my family gathers on a false holiday, a day where a commune of folks gathered in harmony to be slaughtered for greed. I will not sit at a table a pretend these things did not happen, I will not give into holding hands and sharing what I am grateful for when I ceremoniously do it on a daily during meditation and prayers. Nor will I allow a retail holiday become a day where we don’t truly understand the nature of this day. I will give, continue to give to others during hard times, thus as this. I will continue to teach through my actions and writing…This day, I will mourn the losses of my nation, but I will no longer see the oppressed be without, for my people, did not do that to the first settler’s of my nation.





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Is an author, biographer, blogger, journalist and writer. Head journalist at LGNDVRY.com, and contributor to Collectivelifestyle.com she also leads direction as content coordinator at TheMashUp.net. Jacquie Yo has published her second book, a biography on the life of Patti Palamidessi in The Other Four-Letter Word. Taking her love for writing and music, she created CapCitySoul.net to embrace the talent living in Sacramento, Ca in 2009 and spent two years at Sacramento State University College Radio, KSSU, as a personality for the Get Low Show. She also lends her knowledge of the industry as a public speaker and volunteer for urban independent arts. Website: http://jacquieyo.wixsite.com/jacquieyo

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