New Native America Vid Slams Thanksgiving holiday

Yes this is a Political post and and this quickly growing viral video comes in light of a new senate action by which the US will apologize to her Native peoples for past crimes... Obama has yet to say if he will make a speech on this or just rubber stamp a form letter???? Just cause he's black doesn't make him accepting of different races ya know...

Watch the vid keeping in mind there is another side to American history and at the end please ask yourselves "Who is the real Savage"!

is it just me or was the made by a muslim and not an indian? addubl jammal or somethign? what was that guy's name again and what does he have to do with indians?

i could go around making pro amish videos, that doesn't mean i'm amish.

Good. The whole story we feed kids about thanksgiving is a total lie, if not misrepresentation of the truth. Not that I think we should feel that anyone today has any responsibility for their forefathers sins, but kids and the public in general need to know the dangers of imperialism and expansionist policies.
"Lies My Teacher Told Me" is a great book highlighting many distortions of the truth sold to kids in history books.

Originally posted by Moodle
is it just me or was the made by a muslim and not an indian? addubl jammal or somethign? what was that guy's name again and what does he have to do with indians?

The author is not indian, he's black, he's a cop killer and is on the death row:

en.wikipedia.org...

Our ancestors raped and pillaged a whole civilization of people and now we celebrate it by eating dead animal flesh. Seems fitting

The first thing I thought was "nobody better touch my binge eating and football day."

Funny that with how little any of these holidays actually mean with regards to their roots to their celebrators, like Christmas and Thanksgiving, they apparently mean a great deal to the people who get all huffy about a day to eat too much and a day to run up those credit cards.

Makes me wonder if somewhere out there on Thanksgiving there's some family chomping into an artificially fattened up domestic facsimile of a turkey and cheering "damn those Indians to hell!" and that's what these people are so upset about.

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The spirit of America

Talk about a guilt trip, is someone still holding a grudge ??? why should we feel guilty for the sins of our forefathers ?? Next thing ya know Bears are gonna put out viral video's for being a mascot for Chicago and being portrayed negatively in Goldie Locks and the Three Bears.


However thanksgiving came to pass, it doesn't mean what it did back then, in fact I don't associate it with indians at all. So let us have it if it brings us good..... and not make us feel guilty for crimes we had nothing to do with.

To be honest, i never realy understood why you celebrate thanks giving (im from UK by the by).
You celebrate the pilgrams landing at the rock and being fed a feast by the locals, who were the very same locals that we slaughterd, raped, and robbed.
And then you have the same meal every year on the day to say thanks to the natives for their hospitality??
To me it makes no sence at all, in a way its like celebrating the capture of charles manson with a brutal murder.

This is not directed at any members of ATS, but the whole image of thanks giving that the US have put forward.

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are we talking specifically about the native americans of north america because if we're talking about native americans generally then i think the most disgusting thing is that the genocide is still being carried out and no-one really gives a crap.

there are still native americans fighting to keep their lifestyles, habitats and cultures fairly intact but they're under severe pressure, i wonder how long they'll hold out.

[edit on 27/10/09 by pieman]

Originally posted by Trolloks
You celebrate the pilgrams landing at the rock and being fed a feast by the locals, who were the very same locals that we slaughtered, raped, and robbed.

Oh please... Thanksgiving is a harvest celebration and the fact that locals allegedly participated is well, just that.

You can make a mockery of Bastille Day in France because it resulted in a lot of decapitations and atrocities. You can also argue that we shouldn't celebrate the Allied victory over Nazi Germany because the Allies bombed the living lights out of Dresden killing 100,000 civilians in the process.

History is messy business and get the hell out away from my turkey.

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I can view the video because I am at work I will comment on the video later, but first I feel the need to get this off my chest.

My people the Cherokee, were brutally, rape, murdered, and then forced off their own lands, by a group of people who had no heart. We were forced to move on substandard land in Indian Country. Now with that being said, I am an American before I am Cherokee, this land is the land that my ancestor’s fought on and were killed on. I hold no Ill will toward any "Whites" of today. I feel that its time for all of my Indian brothers and sisters, to rise up off the reservation and join America, like my grandparents did. Granted I am only a half breed, but I have a better life off the res then I would have ever had on the Res.

We as a people need to remember the past transgression but work to make are people a power house with-in the American family forgive the past or we are doomed to stay a group of second class citizens. Rise up my people bring our culture and mix it in with Americas culture. Until all Americans see this we are doomed to go the way of Rome, and no one wants that. We can’t keep blaming the white man for our failures as a people, we must get off the white man’s tit, (welfare) and take pride in ourselves, stay off the bottle make the reservations a city that we can be proud of. But more importantly be proud of ourselves as a people and the contributions we have giving this country. This also goes for blacks, poor whites, and anyone else who feels they have been wronged…

Originally posted by IntastellaBurst


Talk about a guilt trip, is someone still holding a grudge ??? why should we feel guilty for the sins of our forefathers ?? Next thing ya know Bears are gonna put out viral video's for being a mascot for Chicago and being portrayed negatively in Goldie Locks and the Three Bears.


However thanksgiving came to pass, it doesn't mean what it did back then, in fact I don't associate it with indians at all. So let us have it if it brings us good..... and not make us feel guilty for crimes we had nothing to do with.

Point 1) Bears arent human. If we there was a mascot called The Detroit CottonPicker, who dressed as some last century black face cartoon, would we find that acceptable? Then why is it okay to make fun of once race over another? there used to be a colour of crayon called Indian Red, they changed it presumably for the same reason they dont make a Chinese yellow or a negro brown. I know that people think that non-white people should loosen up over racism (because if it doesnt affect white people its obviously not that big of a problem :@@ But the truth of the matter is perpetuating negative or misleading stereotypes makes it difficult to stop being "just that indian." etc. So why, as a supposed civililzed people, are you still embracing them?

Point 2) Even if you did not commit the crimes of murder or kidnapping etc that your forefathers did, the fact is injustice resulting from these crimes is happening every single day and people like you that say it was a problem then but not a problem now are just plain wrong. Atrocities such as the residential school program, and the taking of native babies to give to white parents so they could be raised properly, continued right until the 60's. I dont see that as being far away from your generation at all, not to mention the rampant racism and cultural ignorance that still abounds. You'd think that as the original inhabitants of this land you would be taught more than "They lived in teepees" but I guess not.

So Dont feel guilty for the sins of your forefathers. Feel guilty for the sins of your own generation who believe that they are doing nothing wrong by hurting and humiliating a race of people.

/my >indian< 2 cents.

To Native Americans: You were conquered. Get over it.

Originally posted by poedxsoldiervet
reply to post by DaddyBare

 

We can’t keep blaming the white man for our failures as a people, we must get off the white man’s tit, (welfare) and take pride in ourselves, stay off the bottle make the reservations a city that we can be proud of. But more importantly be proud of ourselves as a people and the contributions we have giving this country. This also goes for blacks, poor whites, and anyone else who feels they have been wronged…

You said you were not raised on a reserve, but have you ever been to one? A lot of them are in poor quality, and not the nicest places to live. Where i live a lot of the land is unfarmable, yet thats how the government expects them to make their living. It is difficult to "rise up" when there is always a foot stepping down on the middle of your back. Im not sure how it is in good ol USA but in Canada the department of indian affairs basically has wardship over every registered native in the country and deems us too childish and stupid to be able to look after ourselves. Thats why there is a whole extra set of rules and laws etc set in place for the natives. Until a few decades ago you needed permission from an Indian Agent to even leave the reserve, and they would check your car to see that you werent carrying any alchohol (and the problem of alcoholism is a whole other can of worms that is a lot more complicated than simply, "they should just quit drinking!")
In my city, they are trying to promote pride in Native culture. My job employs at least 51% native workers, and we have commercials "celebrating native success!" talking about people in the buisness or government or social welfare areas that are making a difference for themselves and their communities. We have cultural awareness days, and pow-wows and artists and even a native University. But despite all of this, to most people you are still just a dirty Indian.
Ignorance is impossible to fight, and constantly perpetuated.

Originally posted by US_Centurion
To Native Americans: You were conquered. Get over it.

Thank you for proving a point that America views all us savage red skins as less than you white bread types... Equality is fine for Blacks Mexicans and those yellow fellows... but to you imperialistic colonialists drum beaters, it's still "Better dead than red"...

For us Racism didn't end with Martin Luther we still have yet to have our moment our movement.

Racism in America isn't dead... not to us

Originally posted by US_Centurion
To Native Americans: You were conquered. Get over it.

See, this is exactly what I am talking about.
I hope your sentiment crosses the border of all races and you can say, "To Jews, you were massacred and people still dont like you. Get over it."
or to Africans, "We enslaved you and now we are letting millions of you die every year (in africa) because we just dont care about you. Get over it."

etc etc.

Why is it okay to still spread racism about native people? Because we are not recognized as real people, but rather different versions of a stereotype. Either we are the noble, nature loving savage or the drunk casino indian.
:-/

Let's not act like all the Native American tribes were filled with peace loving, civilized, warm hearted people. They killed, raped, murdered each other all the time. Just because white men did it to them somehow should make us all feel guilty? Come on! What settlers and the US army and we as a country did to Native Americans was downright evil. The way Native Americans are still being treated is downright evil and pathetic. Blacks think they have it hard? When was the last time you saw a multimillion dollar Indian rapper or NFL athlete? But what am I supposed to do as a white man? Feel guilty for things that people I have no relationship to nor ever knew did? I think Native Americans should have been given an entire state. And not #ty f'ing land out in the worst parts of the US. They should have been given the whole state of Montana or Alaska or New Mexico. And all the resources and riches that go with a state. Instead they are relegated to deserted, run down, crappy dust bowls of land in the middle of nowhere. At least blacks still have the continent of Africa. Native Americans have NOTHING!

Maybe I should feel guilty as a white person. Maybe we all should. Who knows. Most of us don't have time to sit there and worry about historical reparations. We have enough of our own problems to worry about fighting our tyrannical, unjust and evil government. If anything maybe some of these tough young braves should rise up and become terrorists. Maybe they can understand why the so called terrorists in other countries do what they do.

Were Native American's way of life any less barbaric than the Taliban? Did Native Americans treat women any better? Did they treat each other any better? Would the Native Americans have been called "terrorists" in this day and age and the whites the saviors and beacons of freedom? Food for though. Maybe terrorists are not so much our enemy as the government would want us to believe. Maybe Bin Laden will be seen as a Chief Joseph to his people 200 years from now.

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So this is one of your so called Native Terrorists

Samuel Cloud turned 9 years old on the Trail of Tears. Samuel's Memory is told by his great-great grandson, Michael Rutledge, in his paper Forgiveness in the Age of Forgetfulness. Michael, a citizen of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma, is a law student at Arizona State University.

It is Spring. The leaves are on the trees. I am playing with my friends when white men in uniforms ride up to our home. My mother calls me. I can tell by her voice that something is wrong. Some of the men ride off. My mother tells me to gather my things, but the men don't allow us time to get anything. They enter our home and begin knocking over pottery and looking into everything. My mother and I are taken by several men to where their horses are and are held there at gun point. The men who rode off return with my father, Elijah. They have taken his rifle and he is walking toward us.

I can feel his anger and frustration. There is nothing he can do. From my mother I feel fear. I am filled with fear, too. What is going on? I was just playing, but now my family and my friends' families are gathered together and told to walk at the point of a bayonet.

We walk a long ways. My mother does not let me get far from her. My father is walking by the other men, talking in low, angry tones. The soldiers look weary, as though they'd rather be anywhere else but here.

They lead us to a stockade. They herd us into this pen like we are cattle. No one was given time to gather any possessions. The nights are still cold in the mountains and we do not have enough blankets to go around. My mother holds me at night to keep me warm. That is the only time I feel safe. I feel her pull me to her tightly. I feel her warm breath in my hair. I feel her softness as I fall asleep at night.

As the days pass, more and more of our people are herded into the stockade. I see other members of my clan. We children try to play, but the elders around us are anxious and we do not know what to think. I often sit and watch the others around me. I observe the guards. I try not to think about my hunger. I am cold.

Several months have passed and still we are in the stockades. My father looks tired. He talks with the other men, but no one seems to know what to do or what is going to happen. We hear that white men have moved into our homes and are farming our fields. What will happen to us? We are to march west to join the Western Cherokees. I don't want to leave these mountains.

My mother, my aunts and uncles take me aside one day. "Your father died last night," they tell me. My mother and my father's clan members are crying, but I do not understand what this means. I saw him yesterday. He was sick, but still alive. It doesn't seem real. Nothing seems real. I don't know what any of this means. It seems like yesterday, I was playing with my friends.

It is now Fall. It seems like forever since I was clean. The stockade is nothing but mud. In the morning it is stiff with frost. By mid-afternoon, it is soft and we are all covered in it. The soldiers suddenly tell us we are to follow them. We are led out of the stockade. The guards all have guns and are watching us closely. We walk. My mother keeps me close to her. I am allowed to walk with my uncle or an aunt, occasionally.

We walk across the frozen earth. Nothing seems right anymore. The cold seeps through my clothes. I wish I had my blanket. I remember last winter I had a blanket, when I was warm. I don't feel like I'll ever be warm again. I remember my father's smile. It seems like so long ago.

We walked for many days. I don't know how long it has been since we left our home, but the mountains are behind us. Each day, we start walking a little later. They bury the dead in shallow graves, because the ground is frozen. As we walk past white towns, the whites come out to watch us pass. No words are spoken to them. No words are said to us. Still, I wish they would stop staring. I wish it were them walking in this misery and I were watching them. It is because of them that we are walking. I don't understand why, but I know that much. They made us leave our homes. They made us walk to this new place we are heading in the middle of winter. I do not like these people. Still, they stare at me as I walk past.

We come to a big river, bigger than I have ever seen before. It is flowing with ice. The soldiers are not happy. We set up camp and wait. We are all cold and the snow and ice seem to hound us, claiming our people one by one. North is the color of blue, defeat and trouble. From there a chill wind blows for us as we wait by a frozen river. We wait to die.

My mother is coughing now. She looks worn. Her hands and face are burning hot. My aunts and uncles try to take care of me, so she can get better. I don't want to leave her alone. I just want to sit with her. I want her to stroke my hair, like she used to do. My aunts try to get me to sleep by them, but at night, I creep to her side. She coughs and it wracks her whole body. When she feels me by her side, she opens her blanket and lets me in. I nestle against her feverish body. I can make it another day, I know, because she is here.

When I went to sleep last night, my mother was hot and coughing worse than usual. When I woke up, she was cold. I tried to wake her up, but she lay there. The soft warmth she once was, she is no more. I kept touching her, as hot tears stream down my face. She couldn't leave me. She wouldn't leave me.

I hear myself call her name, softly, then louder. She does not answer. My aunt and uncle come over to me to see what is wrong. My aunt looks at my mother. My uncle pulls me from her. My aunt begins to wail. I will never forget that wail. I did not understand when my father died. My mother's death I do not understand, but I suddenly know that I am alone. My clan will take care of me, but I will be forever denied her warmth, the soft fingers in my hair, her gentle breath as we slept. I am alone. I want to cry. I want to scream in rage. I can do nothing.

We bury her in a shallow grave by the road. I will never forget that lonesome hill of stone that is her final bed, as it fades from my sight. I tread softly by my uncle, my hand in his. I walk with my head turned, watching that small hill as it fades from my sight. The soldiers make us continue walking. My uncle talks to me, trying to comfort me. I walk in loneliness.

I know what it is to hate. I hate those white soldiers who took us from our home. I hate the soldiers who make us keep walking through the snow and ice toward this new home that none of us ever wanted. I hate the people who killed my father and mother.

I hate the white people who lined the roads in their woolen clothes that kept them warm, watching us pass. None of those white people are here to say they are sorry that I am alone. None of them care about me or my people. All they ever saw was the color of our skin. All I see is the color of theirs and I hate them.

Wow that kid sure sounds threatening to all them white folk don't you think? you watch to many Hollywood movies buddy

[edit on 27-10-2009 by DaddyBare]

Originally posted by Brainbow

Originally posted by poedxsoldiervet
reply to post by DaddyBare

 

We can’t keep blaming the white man for our failures as a people, we must get off the white man’s tit, (welfare) and take pride in ourselves, stay off the bottle make the reservations a city that we can be proud of. But more importantly be proud of ourselves as a people and the contributions we have giving this country. This also goes for blacks, poor whites, and anyone else who feels they have been wronged…

You said you were not raised on a reserve, but have you ever been to one? A lot of them are in poor quality, and not the nicest places to live. Where i live a lot of the land is unfarmable, yet thats how the government expects them to make their living. It is difficult to "rise up" when there is always a foot stepping down on the middle of your back. Im not sure how it is in good ol USA but in Canada the department of indian affairs basically has wardship over every registered native in the country and deems us too childish and stupid to be able to look after ourselves. Thats why there is a whole extra set of rules and laws etc set in place for the natives. Until a few decades ago you needed permission from an Indian Agent to even leave the reserve, and they would check your car to see that you werent carrying any alchohol (and the problem of alcoholism is a whole other can of worms that is a lot more complicated than simply, "they should just quit drinking!")
In my city, they are trying to promote pride in Native culture. My job employs at least 51% native workers, and we have commercials "celebrating native success!" talking about people in the buisness or government or social welfare areas that are making a difference for themselves and their communities. We have cultural awareness days, and pow-wows and artists and even a native University. But despite all of this, to most people you are still just a dirty Indian.
Ignorance is impossible to fight, and constantly perpetuated.

In Canada, the govt. panders to the Natives. It is high time the natives picked themselves up and started out in the world on their own two feet. Opportunities are abound all over. Why is it that a majority of Natives live off the govt, more than any other demographic?