Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity. But silence is impossible. Silence screams. Silence is a message, just as doing nothing is an act. Let who you are ring out & resonate in every word & every deed. Yes, become who you are. There's no sidestepping your own being or your own responsibility. What you do is who you are. You are your own comeuppance. You become your own message. You are the message.
For 200 years Natives on This continent have been over run by the US goverment.When will we learn to stop fighting among ourselves and to join together in one loud voice to protect our culture,our history and the future for our children.
We can be a force for change but not by attacking one another,with Unity comes Victory!
Remove Us Once Again
By Deborah "Awiunegusdi" Shelar 9/13/97
What has become of the word respect? Is there none left today? Is there nothing you would honor? If we were digging up your cemetary, What would you say?
These bones of old may mean nothing to you. But herein resides our ancestors. Resting in these most sacred sites. We are here as their protectors.
You say these roads and stores are progress. But it is not thru your cemetary you cross. Your people lie in complete rest. Ours is not your loss.
You have driven us from our lands before. This we knew would be. Can we not finally be at peace? Is there nothing Holy you can see?
Look into your hearts this day. And all the others to come. What will you see within? What are you to become?
This greed of man is an evil thing. But seems to rule your heart. Its never too late to make a change. Now's the time to start.
Stop the destruction of our people, our lands. Stop and close this door of sin. Let us all gather to pray. It is time for a new day to begin.
Have you not seen within yourselves. The destruction you have wrought. Only in the name of progress. For roads to be made and gee gaws can be bought?
Our people wish only to live in peace. And honor how we were taught. To show respect for all things. Its so little the things we've sought.
There's been enough of hate and greed. New seeds must now be planted. But through these deeds like this you do. Taking this thing called progress for granted.
We gave and gave and had more stolen. Just to please this greed. But now is the time to take a stand. And respect us in our need.
These sites to us are still most Holy. And these bones that lie within. Show the respect you would like returned. Let the healing begin.
The road we have traveled has often been hard. Your progress making it even more so. Remove us once again? We are saying, "NO!"
The Children Of Indians
I was also one of those: The children who'd been taken then. The punishment the white man chose Was that their parents were forsaken them. . . Because they were the children of Indians.
They'd divide us so we wouldn't fight: That's what they supposed back then. They'd turn our red skin into white And convert us to their religion. . . Because we were the children of Indians.
But listen close and you can hear: The grumbling - the eruption's near. We've been silent but now it's time; The earth is rumbling - the awaited sign. . . For us, the children of the Indians.
The Panther streaks across the sky. Tecumseh's footsteps shake the earth. We now begin to raise the cry To rise and fight for all we're worth. . . Because we are the children of Indians.
And the Families once divided Are gathering now to fight. 'Cause we, the children, have long decided We'd rather be Indian than white. . . Because we are the children of Indians.
So listen close and you can hear The grumble of the earthquakes here. He who's slept now gives the sign: The rumble begins - it's now our time. . . We are no longer children - We are the Indians!!