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Dewey Tsonetokoy Sr

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"Preservation of Kiowa culture and history. Documentation of historic sites relevant to the historic nomadic Kiowa prior to 1900."

Carnegie, OK, USA
male, age 61
divorced, 3 children
Speaks: English
Joined Aug 25, 2006

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HUECO TANKS STATE HISTORIC SITE

(At Tabloid Pass shooting east. Hueco Tanks State Historic Site.)

NATIVE AMERICAN SACRED SITES--BATTLE FOR PROTECTION

"To encounter the sacred is to be alive at the deepest center of human existence. Sacred places are the truest definition of the earth, they stand for the earth immediately and forever; they are its flags and shields. If you would know the earth for what it really is, learn it through its sacred places. At Devils Tower or Canyon de Chelly or the Cahokia Mounds you touch the pulse of the living planet; you feel its breath on you. You become one with a spirit that prevades geologic time and space..."

N. Scott Momaday(Kiowa)

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A DEFENDER AND PROTECTOR HAS FALLEN

HEINZ DUERKOP (May 21, 1942 - June 21, 2009), A TRUE ADVOCATE FOR PRESERVATION

http://www.kfoxtv.com/news/19829040/detail.html

"....I always try to imagine, what those ancient people perceived of Hueco Tanks once they arrived here, from the very first paleoindian hunters, who found a virgin continent, to the arriving Apaches, who are basically the last descendants of those paleoindians, discovering the messages on rocks and in shelters and contributed their own. Up and until that time all cultures had something in common: Respect and love for nature and its creatures, and an unambiguous trust in their Creator of the universe, who's prime precept was the mutual respect and love of all beings on this planet, animate or inanimate, suggesting that everything in the Creation had a soul and a concience, no matter if it's a rock, a human, animal, insect, tree, water, sky, air, sun, moon, etc. Those people knew deep in their heart, that only harmony and balance would be the guarantor for survival happiness. They viewed the Creation of mother earth as a perfect deed of their Creator. What He did, cannot be improved by any member of this Creation. We white people are the only ones trying it anyway, not realizing that we are traveling on a primrose path. Like us, those ancient people knew love, fear, desperation, sorrow, hope, happiness, luck, emotions, and inspirations as well as times of need and suffering. They had to deal with that too."

"I am strongly convinced, that the meaning of much of the rock art we see today, is their expression of those feelings!" -- Hueco Tanks State Historic Site: An Emerald Among The State Parks, Heinz Duerkop (? -- June 21, 2009)

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I met Heinz and Margot Duerkop for the first time I think in 1998. My initial suspicions regarding their sincerity were dispelled a year later after they became camp-hosts for Hueco Tanks State Historic Site(HTSHS). Heinz was born in Hannover, German in 1942. He and Margot are of German descent who developed a profound appreciation for Hueco Tanks and its cultural and natural resources. Heinz loved Hueco Tanks so much that he even wrote a table top publication on the historical and cultural resources of HTSHS in 2005. It is entitled "Hueco Tanks State Historic Site: An Emerald Among The State Parks". It is a very good and comprehensive book. Heinz and Margot understood the need to preserve and protect HTSHS.

Rest in Peace Heinz. You will be greatly missed. Daw-Khee Maun-Tdaw Kyah-Doh.

DTSr.

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SONGS OF THE ANCESTORS

the songs of the ancestors say, Creator, I will put a lodge up in Your honor and give You offerings of bright trappings and sacrifices,
the songs of the ancestors say, in sacred songs you will come with mincing steps and a despairing heart for your people,
the songs of the ancestors say, you will make a vow to your Creator, the men shall dance and the women will tremolo,
the songs of the ancestors say, there will be celebration and give-aways and the women will make wohaw in thanksgiving,

the songs of the ancestors say, they will leave us never to return but will speak to us in lyrics, visions, and dreams,
the songs of the ancestors say, there will be a buffalo chase, make arrows, make arrows, the people are coming home,
the songs of the ancestors say, little one, why do you cry, your mother still prays for you on the other side,
the songs of the ancestors say, if i die alone do not weep for me for i will not know it, speak now of how much you care,

the songs of the ancestors say, have a strong heart and look for a way, have faith and you will receive a blessing,
the songs of the ancestors say, let us sing for one another, to be as warriors accepting the failing of others and its fate,
the songs of the ancestors say, we are dust in the wind, only mother earth is forever, only father sun is eternal,
the songs of the ancestors say, have pity on me, look upon my heart and there find what is good in Your eyes,

the songs of the ancestors say, a blessing will come to you four times and your heart will be reticent to receive it,
the songs of the ancestors say, give us a vision to walk the sacred road, give us the path to walk with our fellow man,
i love you grandmother/grandfather, i love you mother/father, i love you sister/brother, i love you wife/husband, i love you daughter/son,
Father Creator, in song You are made perfect, let me stand in good relation with all things, let me walk with beauty all around

(Written by Dewey Tsonetokoy at Hueco Tanks State Historic Site, El Paso, TX--Sept. 27, 2000.)

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SPIRITUAL PATRIMONY

will the righteous now be reviled to become unrecognizable as we pass,
will sacred paths be forgotten to become overgrown with apathy,
those who have shined in glorious accolades now fallen in resignation,
are there those who still believe, who still honor their inheritance,

i was once lifted on golden-crested wings which even eagles envied,
my path before me strewn with sweet petals and scented sages,
now, i am finally cast-out and downtrodden for the sake of my pride,
residing in lonely places where even my Creator does not see,

i long to dwell in the serene sanctuaries of my grandfathers,
i yearn to hear endeared reframes and impassioned tales of camaraderie,
in the midst of irreverence i turn praying to hear my name but there is only silence,
my fears comforted but by the mocking crows and the dispassionate,

have i not seen the gathering of the eagles and heard their cries of joy,
have i not made promises and fought to keep them precious and pure,
have i not stood against all odds with my face stained with tears,
and when i come before you my Creator, do you not recognize me

(Written by Dewey Tsonetokoy Sr. at Cheyenne, WY--Sept, 3, 2001.)

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RED SANDS OF TIME

the red sands of time gust over the huecos chasing after memories adorned on rocks, of deeds spoken over campfires,
sweeping through the canyons ancestors swirl from alcove to alcove searching for an audience, an attentive soul,
they say there are legacies here that once defined the night constellations and the setting of the primordial sun,
they say there are spirits here that know of the sacred places, that know of prayers uttered in passion anointed with tears,

the red sands of time say there was an age when the ancients called down the very heavens in communion and fellowship,
there was a time through supplication when they called upon the elements and nature was compelled to respond,
still, the ancestors await in their sanctuaries pining for someone to sing their calling song, to hear their call to arms,
calm your spirit, listen to the winds, there is an unction, like a child it says hold me, embrace me, comfort me,

the red sands of time knows your heart's desire, it knows you travel down the good red road with a yearning heart,
it knows we stumble and fall, it knows we are corrupted and led down the primrose path to our undoing,
offer your sacrament then, gaze deeply upon the image of our worship and again become one with this sacred land,
sacrifice your avarice upon the altar of redemption and give yourself up to the sacred force which calls your secret name

(Written by Dewey Tsonetokoy Sr. at Hueco Tanks State Historic Site, El Paso, TX--Dec. 18, 2002.)

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Hometown	Carnegie-- the Kiowa Capital of the World
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Birthday	Oct 05, 1948
Languages	English
About Me	An observer and a critic I guess. I very rarely become involved unless the situation affects me or my brood directly. I depend on people possessing the intelligence to always do the right thing. Most of the time I'm disappointed but no matter what happens it doesn't prevent me from keeping the faith. Sorry, not sympathetic toward homosexuals.
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Pets	No personal pets
Activist Aspirations
Political Leaning	Depends
Religions	Christian - Methodist
Eating Habits	Meat and Potatoes
Wild Fact About Me	That I'm not going to be everyone's "cup of tea". I've been called a purist, a stinker, a historian, a SOB, a medicineman, a wanker, a renaissance man, a jackass, a tower of strength, a vagabond, a prince, a martyr, Sheherezad, like a rock star, and even Jesus. I am none of these.
My Philosophy	My late father had a favorite saying which I have adopted: "Tell it like it is." I have also adopted other adages such as, "If you talk the talk you had better walk the walk", also, "Credit must be put where credit is due". All other wisdoms proceed from these.
What Gives Me Hope	That one day I won't have to live in such a corrupt world.
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by	This question asked if I was President.--Send all the non-native people in America back to their lands of origins then erect a thousand foot high wall around the country's perimeter. Or, make it possible for space travel so that all non-natives can leave to settle other planets and leave this world to native people--All I really want is to just take care of my own little acre of the world.
What/who changed my life and why	Event: Attending the National Indian Youth Council in 1969 & receiving my traditional Kiowa name in 1972. Book: "The Holy Bible". Movie: "Flap" - Anthony Quinn. Person(s): My Auntie & Uncle. Because: Because each helped me to define who I was and the world in which I had to live.
What Bugs Me	Non-Indians posing as urban-medicinemen, That in '06 America still doesn't get it, Sport teams that use Indian mascots, Being called "chief", Geico's Caveman ad.It's based on Indians, Hypocrites, Non-Kiowa plagerzing our culture/history
Passions	Trips to Wyoming and Montana, Trips to Hueco Tanks, Texas iceberg Pepsi or Coke, Bote, Skillet popped popcorm w/ real butter, Chum Gum, Bazooka logs, Black Cow sucker, Napping near a windy window, Winning free spins on my favorite slot, Cherry spots on wooden stove
Inspirations	Seeing dedication embodied in people, Seeing the Creator working in my life, Natural landmarks and natural events, Elder saying that they want to go home
What Scares Me	That one day all my elders will be gone, High Places, Being here for the end of the world, Violence of the so-called rap culture, Stupidity of America to perpetuate rap, The arrogance of the Euro-American
Favorites
Role Models	People standing up for their people, People preserving their unique cultures, People who live their lives tradittional, People who know themselves, accept themselves for who they are
Quotation	"More Trees--Less Bush"
Interests	Sacred Sites, ethnology, historical research, documentation, museology, sociology, anthropology, archaeology
Books	Indian Givers-Jack Weatherford, Remember We Are Kiowas-Tocakut, When The Legends Die-Hal Borland, In The Spirit Of Crazy Horse-Matthiesson, The Vanishing Whiteman-Stan Steiner, Nobody Loves A Drunken Indian-C.Huffaker
Music	Beatles, Eva Cassidy, Bonnie Raitt, BB King, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Carlos Santana, Susan Tedeschi, Boz Scaggs, ZZ Top, Bad Company, Foreigner
Movies	Clearcut, Smokesignals, Crossroads, Pelican Brief, Color Purple, Relic, Hidalgo, Last of the Mohicans, Last of the Dogmen, Always
TV Shows	Becker
Favorite Foods	Beans w/ hamhocks & frybread, Bar-B-Q Brisket, Black Walnut Ice Cream, & Vess Strawberry
Favorite Places	Any site or place that draws my spirit
Can't Live Without	Family, traditions, purity, respect, honorability
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Nov 27, 2009 8:15 AM
Christina S. (24)	What an extremely beautiful song you have as your video on your Care2 page:... 'Let It Be Me'. Have a sweet & calm Friday, --Christina.
Nov 27, 2009 7:49 AM
Christina S. (24)	Hope your Nov 26th day turned out pleasant for you. ~Hug to you~ you old indian fart you. ;] --Christinia.
Nov 6, 2009 5:14 PM
Melanie C. (57)	Hello Dewey, It's been a good while since we've spoken. I hope all is well with you and your family. I missed your special day, and hope it was full of good blessings. Congratulations!
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Kristen W. (18)	Happy Birthday Dewey! Hope to meet you soon!
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Melanie C. (57)	Hope all is well and may you have a blessed weekend.
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Melanie C. (57)	Such a beautiful poem Dewey. She must have been a most precious AW-DAY. Rare gems in one's life!
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Melanie C. (57)	We Kiowa are old, but we dance. Ageless. Our dance is spirited. Today's twisting path is temporary; the path will be gone tomorrow, but the folk memory remains. Our forefathers' deeds touch us, shape us, like strokes of a painting. In endless procession, their deeds mark us. The elders speak knowingly of forever. ~~James Auchiah Dewey, You have painted beautiful words from your heart and soul. You have been given many gifts and writing is definitely one! Ah-ho, Melanie
Jan 22, 2008 5:06 AM
Uno D. (614)	Thank you for thinking of me, Dewey ... Love, Uno
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