Restless Spirit: The Murder of Eddie
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Write to me if you have any thoughts you'd like to share, information you want me to have or a correction to any information you see here. I respond to all emails. CAT NOTE: I reserve the right to NOT respond to whack jobs that waste my time.
Even if you don't live on the Rez, it's your money, YOUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK. You owe it to yourself to peek in once in awhile and see what you are paying for Texas Monthly Magazine has done a feature on this case. Read the October, 2006 Issue. OR, go to the online version. Michael Hall went to the rez and saw for himself. |
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NOTE: New feature for the site will be an overview of cases of murdered and missing in Indian Country. If you have a case that you want posted, contact me and I will tell you what I need to be able to post. -Cat Please read up and follow the "Bring Paula Home" story and help a woman who has dedicated herself to helping Indian People survive and prevent Diabetes. Links on that page take you to her site. Special thanks to my friend, Denis Campbell Updated:Nov 1, 2009 March 30, 2010 --Printer
Version (6) Some blog postings are harder to write than others. This one is particularly disturbing. Again, it goes to both the incompetence of the Tribal Police and their complete lack of any training. Well, aside from: "Have you ever had a gun before? This is where the bullets go in." People who do not take care of their dogs and just let them breed and run in packs on the rez, have created a huge danger for the people out there. Especially for little children. People who are responsible about their dogs: Get them their shots, feed them properly, keep them contained in a pen or in the house or if they are outside, on a leash, are also at risk from these packs of dogs. Apparently, they are also at risk from LaVerne Littlewind, BIA COP and trigger happy. A young girl was walking the family pet, a Bull Dog --not a Pit Bull, not a Rottweiler, but a bow legged, snorfling, sweet Bull Dog, on a leash near her home. This was a family pet. It was always kept in the house. They had it for 5 years. Well, until last week. The girl was walking her dog and LaVerne walked up and shot it. Didn't kill it right away because he is not that good of an aim--- so he ran after it as the terrified family pet ran off, in shock and agony --- and the girl ran after it. LaVerne then emptied his revolver into it, right in front of the child. It is so traumatizing, so senseless and so stupid, I have no idea where to begin. LaVerne ran back to the Badger Hole and reported what he had done. Someone from the Badger Hole phoned up the family and muttered: "You aren't allowed to have dogs on the rez." And then hung up. Aside from the sheer brutality and stupidity of this, is also the danger of discharging a firearm in the proximity of civilians. In this case, a child. For the luvva all that is sane--get some training! Have some RULES! Overkill Apparently there is a new rule on the rez that people are not allowed to have Pit Bulls or Rottweilers. As if it is the breed itself and only those two breeds that are the issue? How simple-minded is that? It is the animals that are abused and neglected, regardless of breed or size, that are the problem. Same as it is with the children: The abused and neglected-- not the cared for, not the loved, and not the ones from healthy homes! It's a simplistic solution to say "Not allowed" and not cover any of the specifics in how things will be dealt with out there. Without competence and training from the top down, we can expect more bullying, gestapo tactics from the Badgers. Of course, if anyone hits or is said to have hit or resisted one of these buffoons while being arrested, with or without proof that any of them was ever actually struck, that person can get 5 years in Federal Prison. *Goose Stepping hobnailed boots in the background. From the Rez:
Well 2 reasons she was never interviewed: 1) They already shot all the dogs and they didn't want to explain it, and 2) this way they didn't actually have to investigate who (if anyone) had run her over or dragged her. Case closed. A third reason would be that if they investigated and found that the woman had never been hurt by her dogs, wow, would that look bad on them? And, what if the person who had run her over (IF that had been the case) was, you know, a Turdclan member or someone well-connected? Or worse! What if the person was drunk or high and it could lead to an investigation of *Horn Section Blare* 'DRUGS ON THE REZ!!! Well, I suppose the family could always take the matter to Tribal Court. Oh wait, yeah, forget it. So, dogs get shot on the spot, but not one rape has ever been investigated? I guess you have to start somewhere. Especially if you have untrained, under-educated trigger happy abusive types both running the Badger Shop and in the rank and file. I don't think anyone feels safer out there with episodes like this being so common place. Clearly, a lot of work has to be done to make the rez a place where people can feel they stand a chance of being treated fairly. We have seen how dangerous dogs that are untrained, unsupervised can be to everyone out there... now, apply that to those untrained, unsupervised cops --with guns. Tribal Administrator Bingo Marty Alex, the one who is appointed to clean up the messes of the now gone Personnel Administrator--(Weenie Boy, the man who could neither read nor comprehend), and whose name and credentials were never posted on the Tribe's website is a mixed bag of guesses. Here are the emails:
Well, that is helpful! Wait... No..(another email)
And so it goes. Back and forth. No one saying he is a bad guy, most feel he is a fall guy, but nobody knows for sure--because the Tribal Website contains no information. Well, they are posting Weenie Boy's job. They want at least a degree in the field. Whoa! Going from a man who is functionally illiterate, and who drooled on himself, to someone with an education? Major step. They are asking for a B. A. degree. I'm thinking we need to go straight to Ph.D. on this one. It's a big mess out there. Call The Warriors Home Go to the records of who received college educations or applied for positions that had degrees, but were turned down because they were not related to the Turdclan. Go to those old files and start looking for the Warriors that have been run off. The ones that overcame the obstacles of life on the rez and obtained true degrees and came back to make it better--- only to be name-called, and not allowed to fill the positions that were held by the incompetent-but-related. These are the true Warriors. They had the love of their People, their Tribe, in their hearts as they struggled to get what was needed to bring back and make things better. You broke their hearts. Now, say you are sorry and call them home. They are the best you can get. Plans We'll deal with the levels of corruption and incompetence of the Tribal Courts in the next blog. At least that is the plan. I already have so much on Molly MacDonald and Pete Belgarde, but anything else you want to add, now would be the time. We'll also look in on Poopsie and his new pacemaker and see if QBall has killed him yet. Turdmother has been diagnosed with cancer. But some say she got it just to compete for attention with her sister, who is terminal. Turdmother is hobbling around with a cane now. It does make her look more distinguished. She likes accessories. She is one. Despite the reports of major incompetence and ongoing violence and betrayals of trust on the rez, there are major developments happening under the surface that are forming major changes. I can't go into details, but I can tell you, forces are at work to overtake the darkness and to bring Justice. Meanwhile, support the good people that are doing their best out there under these circumstances. Encourage the more qualified to return and get involved. Demand that your police receive proper training, and that your Judges are qualified. Demand that your clinics are places of healing, not of exploitation. Tell your tribe's webmasters to get off their lard asses and post information that clears up who is doing what, what their qualifications are, and what the Tribe plans to do in the near future and long-term. Stay motivated. Keep talking to each other. Discuss and resolve issues both minor and major, and learn the skills of Conflict Resolution. These are personal skills that make life better for everyone. No one is expected to be perfect. But, for the life of me, I cannot fathom how deep the destruction runs nor how permanent it will be, if we don't all learn to learn from our mistakes. One thing the Tribe needs to remember: We are all in this together. We must find ways to help one another, and to support those who are helping us move forward. One thing our Nation needs to remember: We are all in this together. This is not 'them and us'. This is all US. Those inside the rez know the price of divisive politics and toxic rhetoric: Isolation, abuse and neglect. Those outside the rez should take heed as the same divisive, toxic tactics are being spewed by those who need to keep us suspicious of one another, in order to continue to raid our resources and keep us down. Recommended Reading: I am reading a book now, and I recommend it as the Narrative of our Times: "The Shock Doctrine" by Naomi Klein. It is hard to read, because it is true. It gives an understanding of how governments conquer other nations by economic warfare. It shows how governments conquer their own citizens, with the same tactics of brutality and divisiveness, so that entire nations can be exploited for the benefit of a few wealthy, powerful families. The Shock Doctrine explains to us all how we are, in fact, "All Indians Now" if you know what to look at. I describe the rez and a corrupt system that benefits a few and harms us all. She describes exactly how that system is put in place and works against us all--on a global level. Previously, I have read 2 books by Graham Hancock: "Fingerprints of the Gods" and "Supernatural". Graham is an Archeologist who looks at primitive cultures as more enlightened and aware than our own. It goes into their superior understanding of physics and logic, and spirituality. It shows how intellectual possessiveness and ego both keeps valuable theories and information from us all, as well as keeps a flawed narrative of our world's history in place. People have asked what kinds of books I read. Those are 3 of them. Keep On Keeping On A lot of work needs to be done. A lot of good work is starting to be done. Don't be discouraged. Don't doubt that you can make changes --both in your personal life and in the community you live in. Once you realize how much you have already done, nothing can stop you from doing more. You know where to find me. ~Cat March 28, 2010 --Printer
Version (3) Nothing happens overnight. Many things happen under the cover of darkness and behind closed doors. Fortunately, for the Tribe, things are happening more and more in the light of day. It just looks a little wobbly at the start. For instance: A new job position was created: Tribal Administrator. They said they wanted someone with a BA Degree, but preferred someone with a Masters Degree. They got Marty Alex. Marty has a 2 year degree, but I don't know what in. Some say he has a degree from United Tribes in "Criminal Justice", but no one knows for sure. I still say, you need to call your warriors home. The warriors with education and degrees that were run off over the years, and called names like "Apple Indians" just because they worked to make something out of their lives. People who could have, as many do, work outside the Tribe and make even better money, because they are qualified. It's a crying shame to run off the very people who could have, long ago made it better. Not only is Weenie Boy gone from the key position, but I understand that Kenneth Greywater was in charge of Tribal Planning. Again, never went to school, so how did he get that position? *snorfle* Not sure if Kennyboy is gone yet, but he is on the "House Cleaning List". So is Fred Longie. Marty has his hands full, and none of this will be easy. Let's look at Marty, shall we? Some feel he might be the Fall Guy that can be thrown to the wolves when the families of the recently fired get upset and start rattling cages. He was once married to Mary MacDonald back when no one could figure out what he was doing with her. Or what was going on with her. He has never held any job for any longevity. "Longevity" is a relative term, so it can mean any number of things and I would not put too much stock in that. I have a friend that has worked many, many jobs. Never could stick with one job for very long, but has not missed a day of work since he was 15. Even served in the Military during Viet Nam. His inability to hold a job for 'longevity' has been attributed to his PTSD from both Residential School abuse and from the horrors of that war. I don't know what the whole story is on Marty, or if any of those circumstances would also apply to him. Just saying that a number of reasons can be had. *By the way, all this could be cleared up if the Tribe's website would bother to post any current information about what is going on in the Administration of the Tribe. But that is clearly asking too much from those so used to being paid for doing almost nothing, for so long. You are, stuck with me. I am stuck with you. Marty was once the Director of Property and supply and made all the people bring back the heavy equipment they were keeping at their homes and using for themselves. They went crying to the Council back then and he was laid off because of that. Now he is up against the same people again and it is kind of like round two. Yup, he did the right thing and he got booted for it. Now, Round 2? I think he has his priorities in the right place. I'd like to know what his Education & Credentials are, just so we could all have a better idea of his strengths and limitations. For now, he has a major job to accomplish and I am not sure how much help or support he is getting. I am also not sure if he is going to be the fall guy that is, if the heat gets to be too much, sacrificed to appease the powerful families out there. Let's hope he gets the support he needs. Let's hope the Tribal Council supports him and that they continue to seek even more qualified help both above him and below him so that the things that get accomplished don't come undone by politics. What am I looking for now? Make Piggy Cavenaugh show her credentials, degree and qualifications. She has none. And if she does, she has no skills at using them and is corrupt--FIRE HER. In fact, investigate her for multiple Breaches of Confidentiality, Extortion and Embezzlement. Go for the Hat Trick on this one. Remove her from the one place where you need the best there are: Healing. The suicides have not stopped. The addicted have no confidence they can trust their own tribe to help them heal. After her, there is the Casino: Dump the entire Turdclan. They have made it a stinking hole. Now, take Beaz and her son off the School Board: They are not qualified. Set up a board to hear and resolve disputes for the employed and for the districts on a personal level. Two Separate Boards. Give people some place they can go with complaints and whistle blowing on activities. This will accomplish many things: Chief among them: Trust. It will give people a place to peacefully resolve disputes among themselves, and it will give Whistle blowers a place to report without fear of retaliation. Whistle blowers can save the tribe millions. Peaceful resolutions to disputes can lower the incidents and levels of violence, and make the Rez a safer place. You cannot rely on Tribal Courts for any of these things, because that court has been corrupted from the beginning. This has to be a Board that is built up by people of character, both from the Rez and from the outside, as families tend to protect their friends and families. The Disputes Board would have non-binding authority. They would work towards conflict resolution to show people how to resolve their differences. The other Board: The Whistle Board, would be comprised of people with DEGREES in Law and Justice. They would be comprised of people from Law Enforcement--from outside the rez. This is where people would go to report criminal activity, corruption. This board would then take information and depending on the level of criminality or abuse, take it to the Tribal Police to investigate, or to the FBI, or to other Police Agencies. Building this Board will take time. But it has to come into being for people to bridge from the rez to Law Enforcement, and build trust. The FBI has, and the Federal Courts have, destroyed that trust over many generations. Design this Board and get funding. The people of each Tribe should have oversight committees made up of volunteers, that get reports every 3 months from the Board, and report back at the General Assembly, on issues that are current, in a general way so that people know there are issues dealing with Drugs, Abuse, School Issues, etc. We need to stop throwing away Indians. We need to start healing the wounded, the addicted, the abused, and make the community stronger. Bring back the element of Trust and the healing will grow. The hard work of cleaning up the mess has started. There are some wobbly parts to it. There will be mistakes made. But they can be fixed, learned from. Keep your eyes open. Do not rest. Marty Alex may or may not be up to the job. But right now, he's all you've got. From what I have seen, he's doing his best. And he's going up against people who have a lot of power and influence. Let's see how he does this time. You know where to find me. ~Cat March 25, 2010 --
Printer Version (3) Looks like the (mostly) New Tribal Council is cleaning up some of the mess out there. Weenie Boy was terminated from Personnel Dept and last Friday was his last day there. He was seen, at his desk, doodling on paper, which is about all he ever did, when he bothered to show up. We can only hope that Anna McKay has been tossed out with him, as he could have done none of the damage without her loyal assistance. She can read--he is functionally illiterate. "Spell 'Phone' Weenie Boy.... Yeah, I thought not." I am told that 'they' are finding hundreds of thousands of dollars not accounted for. Yeah, that would be the last few months... track back to the (too many) years that he and his family were allowed to run the place and I am sure you will find millions of dollars have not been 'accounted for.'. Who are 'They'? I dunno. I am hoping it is real accountants and not just family friends with basic math skills. Although, anyone with basic math skills and fundamental literacy could easily see there is a criminal level of behavior there. I hear that QBall was fired last month, but that he refuses to give up the files he has stored in various places, which, by the way, is against the law. But laws, until recently, really were no impediment to the Turdclan. Nature Takes Course Pursuing Black Road Medicine is always asking for a bad outcome. Pursuing Black Road prayers, especially after your only talented Black Road Medicine Man, Joe Tiona was struck down (suddenly), is really asking for a lot of bad things to break loose on you, all at once. So Poopsie is finding out. His gluttonous ways, his murdering ways, and all the other Black Road crimes he has committed, are now coming due: Recap: He had Open Heart Surgery...and then, the pacemaker they installed, quit and he had to be opened up again, and a new one put in. He is terrified of QBall coming to kill him, like he killed their brother Scott. He is afraid to die, because for cowards such as he, it is NEVER a GOOD DAY to DIE. Eddie Fish and Sam Jackson have shown up to disturb his recovery. They make a 'clicking sound' that jars Poopsie from his rest. He opens his eyes and there they are, less than an inch from his face. Poopsie tries to scream, but can only muster a moan. It dopplers, like a train approaching and then moving away. He struggles to catch his breath, and the machines can't keep up. Turdmother has sought out even more Black Road Medicine to "Protect and Help" him. Her turn will come. She knows that if he goes, there is no one to protect her from the Truth-- all of it. All of the murders, all of the rapes, all of the incest, all of the stealing. FBI in Grand Forks is unsettled. The conduit that funneled dollars into the backrooms and the political protection that came with that, is being cut off. Investigators from out of town, many from Washington, DC, are coming in... looking around... and seeing that which no one thought would ever be exposed. The real problem with keeping dark secrets is this: People know them. People talk. Killing people to silence them only leads to more dark secrets, more people knowing, and eventually, it all comes into the light. Yes, the power base of the Turdclan is crumbling, visibly. Those that prospered from the corruption are in fear, and without protection. Those who had protected them are themselves, being exposed to investigations and scrutiny. Meanwhile The children are still being damaged. There are too many ways, too easily available for them to destroy their lives before their lives have begun. Piggy Cavenaugh and her family, are still in charge of the Clinics. They are directly connected to the men who have suicided recently. They still have no qualifications, nor do they have compassion. They still have the keys to all the secrets that have been told by the vulnerable as they tried to seek help and found only Piggy and her family, who wasted no time exploiting them, damaging them, abandoning them, and dancing on their graves. Piggy needs to go. Her family needs to go. Take away the keys to the files, the cars, the safes, the money and the doors. Take away the keys from those who do this harm, and save what is left, struggling to survive, struggling to recover, struggling to heal. As we have seen, Denial is strong out there. But the awakening is happening. We must, all of us, support all that is being done right, and those who are doing it. We must continue to oust the corrupt. Walkingtoad and NLO need to go. Look around. Find among your own, the most educated, with the most integrity, and support them in the election upcoming. Go door-to-door and talk to people. The Tribal Council you have now is far from perfect. No one expects perfection. What we need are people who are willing and able to do the work of governing the people. Helping the people. Investigating and taking action against those who are doing the harm and hurting the people. I have minor issues with just about every Tribal Council member out there. I have criminal concerns only about Toad and NLO. You need to support the rest. And they need to make sure that they are not using their position, not even a little bit, to evade the law. It is tempting, to consider that a small violation is okay. It is not. It becomes the leverage that grows until it can be used against you. So, I say to those Tribal Council Members who have even the slightest questionable practices going on in their personal lives: Clean It UP, or it will drag you down. The Clean up has just begun out there. Even more work lies ahead. Look at the children and ask yourself: "Are they worth it?" Make your choice based on your own answers. You know where to find me. ~Cat March 21, 2010 Printer
Version (4) I have received a second letter from a family member of Margie Herald, objecting, strenuously (but respectfully) to the blog posting where she was labeled as "Homeless" and "A drug addict". Let us leave it up as an example of how things can go sideways, despite the best of intentions either on my part or the part of my contributors. I don't think the contributor intended to smear Margie. But, communication being what it is, it certainly did end up doing exactly that. To give the benefit of the doubt to the contributor, I think they were talking about Margie and then added in, without taking a breath, relevant issues about people not getting treatment and being forced to seek help or relief, far from home. Margie's daughter is correct: Typically I do ask before I post, but in this case, I did not. I did not know who to ask. I posted the letter as its own stand alone item. I always invite people to write in and seek correction, offer corrections to anything posted in this blog. My concern for the people of Spirit Lake is that for too long they have been ignored, abused and abandoned by both Federal and Tribal government. When problems arise, for any reason, help is not only not available, it is also, if delivered at all, done so most frequently by those with no skills or qualifications save one: They are kin or friends of those in power. A few exceptions to this, but not enough. People are dying too young from sicknesses, and from suicides; from drinking and from being in the wrong place at the wrong time when someone decides it's time for them to die. Elders are dying and their knowledge goes with them. Too many good and decent people, loving and compassionate people, are, for too many curable reasons, never even reach the age of "Elder" before they are gone from us. Add to that the suicides of the very young... and the damage left behind, and what do you see? I still maintain that the writer meant no slur upon Margie Herald. But clearly, her good name and her reputation were marred. Let her daughter speak for her now:
I shall endeavor to do better in the future. If anyone has anything to say about Margie that differs from what her daughter says, feel free to speak to her. She seems unafraid to face anyone. She seems unafraid of the Truth. We need, frankly, more of that not just out there, but everywhere. And, as you can see, I do make corrections. Now, I HOPE THIS ONE is TRUE! I am hearing from more and more people that Weenie Boy was fired from Human Resources. Yet, I still see his name (and Anna McKay's) listed on the website as Personnel Manager(s), or something with a shared brain. Then again, not like your tribe's website has ever been timely nor up-to-date on anything. But the word I am getting is that Weenie Boy is out, and that 'they are finding all kinds of mess with the numbers and the money...' Well, DUH! He's a thief, a murderer, and he hires his family into all the key positions! What, pray tell, would you expect to find?
If it is true and he is fired, the Tribal Council should be commended on taking a very big step to undoing the wrong, the corruption and the harm out there. They also need to get a Forensic Audit done to find out exactly where all the money went. It will be expensive, but they can take the keys to the count room away from Poopsie, who is now recovering from his heart surgery. (I hear that the first pacemaker they put in, up and quit on him so they had to reel him back into the operating room and remove the stitches, put in a new one, and sew his ass up again.) They will find there are millions more dollars that are available from that. Millions that used to go directly into the Turdclan accounts. That will pay for the Forensic Audits of the Personnel Dept and a few other places. It's messy and it's messed up, but it has to be done. Take a look at the photo of Weenie Boy and his daughter. It's prom night. She's a very pretty girl. They have a beautiful home... a home built on murder, embezzlement, thieving, corruption and ??? Please tell me that it is true, that is he OUT. Meanwhile, Poopsie lives in fear of QBall coming over and giving him a big ol' bear hug... until his heart stops again. Or him running a microwave in his room, or putting magnets near his chest, or whatever else QBall can do to make sure Poopsie never recovers again. It's what Poopsie and the rest of them get for maintaining their silence on the murder of Willie, and the beating death of their brother, Scott. Now, QBall is the biggest threat to his entire family. Oh and a question for Poopsie: How's that whole Black Road Medicine thing working out for ya? Gonna have your fake Medicine Man try that "spitting medicine" again? Do you really think you can stop The People from healing? Do you really think you can stop The People from knowing the Truth? (*Lean in to hear) What's that? Say it louder, I can't hear you. Owl & Coyote are singing. Oyate are laughing. You were warned, long time ago, these days would come. Open the door. They are here. Your denial serves only to bring you down more and more. You know where to find me. ~Cat March 16, 2010 So, keep me posted on how Poops In His Pants does on his recovery from heart surgery. I hear that Tony McDonald (Accomplice/Accessory to the Murder of Eddie Peltier)(Also, the *ahem* Pastor of the church) hosted a Community Dance last Tuesday to do two things: 1. Announce that Poopsie was in recovery from Heart Surgery and that everyone should pray for him because he is such a highly respected member of the community... as all murderers are... and ... 2. Announce it was his, Tony's Birthday.
By Saturday, Poops Pants only son, was seen driving Daddy's truck all over the rez. Like he owned it. Well, someone has to keep the battery from going dead. Now, all the spawn of Poops and the little woman "Catches Flies in Her Mouth" are openly drug addicted. The minute one gets a prescription, they all show up and divvy up the pills, figure out how they can get a refill "I dropped my pills down the sink!" So, this will be a real gold mine for all of them. You can see in this picture here, Poops Pants has one of his expensive hair cuts by a 'stylist'. I hope he tips really well. Anyone that has to touch all that grease and stink should be rewarded. Anywho, back to the surgery: Apparently Poops was scared. He had people around him that no one else could see. He was a little jumpy at first, but that quickly gave way to downright spooked, as his eyes fixed on a face of Eddie Fish. Apparently, Eddie was staring at him, but Eddie had no eyes. Just black holes. Eddie was not alone. Fulton showed up, Gilbert Fasset, Sam Jackson and apparently Joe Tiona's ghost showed up, holding a stick and beckoning for Poops to 'come'. I don't think he came. I doubt that he could even get it up. I hear the surgery was a success. But now comes the scary part: Recovery. QBall has already murdered one brother, Scott, who only had one kidney. One kidney that was donated by Poops, years ago. Scott suffered multiple blows to the one kidney and to his chest, delivered by QBall, who wanted to not pay his brother any rent. I understand that QBall still refuses to move out of the house and is fighting Scott's son, the Will that left him the house, and suing the Judge that ruled that the Will stands. Next on QBall's list was Alex... But seeing Poops Pants in such a fragile condition... well, anything can happen. Sustained pressure to the heart... or cutting off the Oxygen tank... anything. QBall wants to run the family. Getting Alex out of the way was going to be his next move... but it looks like he just might Pass Go on this one. It will look like natural causes. Anyone that witnesses him do it won't ever speak about it. They never said anything when he ran his nephew off the road and killed him, or when he murdered his brother. The only son can drive the truck around until QBall takes it away from him. Well, what the heck... there will be all those leftover prescriptions to divide up. Good times. Your mother wants you dead. She wants you dead so she can play the grief card. She wants to just be able to wail out loud in public, have all eyes turn on her, and people offer comfort. She wants to end all this by blaming you. When you die, she plans to claim that she has been keeping a terrible secret for too long. A secret that you were the killer and she was always afraid of you... She thinks that will wash the family clean in the eyes of the Tribe. She thinks people will feel sorry for her. She thinks people will look at her with pity and not with contempt. She thinks people will believe her. She wants to raise her family up. She thinks the Tribe will believe that you did all the killings and the rest were forced to go along with it. She's already rehearsing her sorrowful face. Already rehearsing her wailing, and her speechifying. She just needs to know where the money is... and how to get to it. "Just in case." Be careful Poopsie. You know your family. They know you. Only now, they are not afraid of you. At all. And, with all those murders on you, all those lies, all those rapes, all those really baaaad things you did, Today is NOT a Good Day For You to Die. The Black Road is coming due. You will pay for every step on it. Only one thing can change what happens after you die. Only one thing can stop all those bad things from gnawing at your spirit, causing pain to you and your family... only one thing: Confess. Publicly confess to every crime. But you can't do that. You can't do that fast enough. Soon, you won't be able to. You will be alive, but unable. You will be aware, but unable. You will live every waking moment in terror, and be unable. Sleep will not offer you rest, only more and deeper fear. It's catching up to you. No one can protect you. All your Black Road Medicine is gone. Joe Tiona dropped dead. Now, You have Richard Street, but you know he is a fake. Still, you ask him to do these special 'prayers'. Still you try to attack. Your enemies stand in the Light of Truth. Nothing you do can touch them. The Truth protects them. The Truth terrifies you. But only the Truth can save you. Only the Truth can set you free. The more you fight it, the more you attack it, the more you go down, the more you take the rest down with you. Black Road was so easy. Black Road was so strong. Now, your attacks deplete you. Where does it go? It does not go where you want it to. What can you do? Better do it fast. QBall is not a patient man, and.. It's not a good day for you to die. You know where to find me. ~Cat PS: You know I'm right. You remember how you were told a long time ago, how this would go down. You remember. It was whispered in your ear. March 10, 2010 --Printer
Version (4) From a relative:
And duly noted. Yes, I would also like that the information I receive was perfect in every way. But it is not. It is, unfortunately, the only source of information for most of the people out there. People sometimes intentionally mislead, or they unintentionally mislead. This is why I have it at the top of the blog, that if there is an error, let me know, and I will fix it. Frankly, those who most often complain about the accuracy are also the ones who do nothing to get any relevant information on anything to anyone. If you want this blog to be more accurate, jump in. Give me something to work with. Or, just complain amongst yourselves and act like victims. It's less risky to just whine and be a victim. This writer, however, did not just whine. This writer stepped up and corrected the error. That is how this works. Suicides & The System Common Sense, it appears, is not so commonplace. Suicides are symptoms of failure. Not just of the person who cannot cope, but of the entire community that watches the exact same things going on with the exact same result, time and time ago... but fail to make the connections. From the Rez:
Poopsie In Surgery? I am told, probably by someone that thinks it makes my day, that Poopsie had open-heart surgery in Grand Forks yesterday. If he did, I wish him well. I want him to heal and be well. I want him to live 100 years. I want him to live long enough, aware enough, to see everyone call him out for his crimes. I want him to wonder, everyday that he is alive, how many people remember that he had a jar of pickled male genitals as a souvenir. That he kept it on a shelf, and bragged about how he removed them. It was right around the time that Gilbert Fassett was murdered---and his genitals removed. A crime, it seems, he had managed, as he did in Eddie's case, to be the lead investigator and find a fall guy, who is, like Richard LaFuente, doing time for the murders committed by him and his family. I guess that since there is an appeal on that case, he has put the jar of Johnson out of view. It would be just awful if someone had a picture of him, with that jar... or if people remembered him having that jar and they got in touch with the attorney for Werner Kunkel. People who are tired of being bullied, afraid. People who are tired of keeping secrets and protecting murderers. People tired of knowing that the innocent are in prison while the killers are walking free, and walking all over the community, stealing, raping, selling drugs, and laughing. So, Poopsie, were you in surgery? Was Eddie Fish standing over you, smiling? Was Gilbert Fassett leaning in to say ‘hi’? What about the other guys you murdered? Your wife’s brother, for instance… he show up? Just curious. You know. I want this to be only factual. So, drop me a line and tell me how you are doing. Tell me how it went. Tell me why you are so afraid of an itty bitty woman. Why you are afraid of the people who look at you and know what you are. Tell me why you jump when you think you hear footsteps. There is never anyone there when you turn around… Or…is there? Poopsie, if you are indeed recovering from heart surgery, or any kind of surgery, you know I mean it when I say, "I wish you get well soon." And, now, you all know why. Dying is the easy way out. I want him to live a very, very long time. You know where to find me. ~Cat March 09, 2010 --Printer
Version (2) Another suicide last week. John Littlewind. Crowhill. I'm told he was 20 years old. Got in a fight with his girlfriend, went home, hung himself. Another permanent solution to a temporary problem. Lack of coping skills, or conflict resolution skills being taught to our young. They are taught instead, that violence is the answer. Always violence. And, if not violence against the person that is the target of aggravation, then violence to self. Violence. Death. Not learning. Not coping, not accepting... just death. No one contemplating suicide has anywhere to go. No one struggling with emotional issues has anywhere to go. They have Piggy Cavenaugh and her family, taking over that resource. They are, none of them qualified. But, for some reason, the Tribal Council has not found it important enough to remove her and put in someone qualified. Someone qualified would run a program of rehabilitation, counseling and prevention. There would be a safe place for Crisis Counseling. But no. No. No. What If... What if there was some magical thing, or song, or potion out there. And, with this magical thing, we could bring back those who have gone down the road of addiction and despair, and have them whole again? What if we could bring back those who have despaired too acutely and and suicided, and bring them back whole again? What would we say to them? How would we treat them if we got this second chance? Would we change anything we are now doing? Would we treat them differently in any way? Would we be so grateful that they were back with us, that we would do everything in our power to heal them, keep them safe, and teach them the basic skills they need to overcome mistakes, disappointments and disagreements? Or, would we carry on, as we are now, changing nothing? There is no magic. You already know that. But, each of us can look around at one another, and realize how valuable and important that person is in our lives, and do everything in our power to make sure that they do not fall into despair. Make sure that they have a place to recover and to heal. Make sure they have the resources they need to save themselves, rescue themselves, find help if and when they need it. We can do everything we can now, starting from the ground up--the schools. The earliest child care programs and all the way up to the colleges. We can demand, over and over again that only the qualified hold positions. We can demand, repeatedly, that the places of healing: Clinics and Counseling, have at the helm, someone who is qualified. We can protect the vulnerable who seek help by protecting their confidentiality, instead of allowing Piggy and the rest to exploit them. We don't have magic. We don't need magic. We have, with us still, the ones we love, care about and need in our lives. Those who have lost the opportunity, have lost to drugs, OD, Suicide, or worse, loved ones, would agree (I Hope) that if we don't act now, become proactive NOW, the consequences are profound and irreparable. That all we thought our life is, can be turned upside down--in a heartbeat. There is no magic, except that in us, that wakes up, stands up, and decides that there has to be a better way-- and starts looking for it. No life should end in despair. Not a 57-year old woman's and not a 20-yr old man's. No one should lose their mother, father, sister, brother, or child to despair. It's time we found a way to reconnect, repair, and rebuild. It's time we recognize violence for what it is: The bringer of darkness and despair for the entire community. It's not over. Not by a long shot. You know where to find me. ~Cat March 6, 2010 --Printer
Version (5)
The woman the writer was talking about that died was: (Read here for the Corrections to Margie Herald's passing. The information about her below is misleading)
We know addiction is a sickness. You get it from your community. Yet, those who have it are not treated as if they are sick, they are treated as if they are criminals. Stray dogs do what they can to survive. They offend us
with their behaviors. But we should not blame them. They are victims
of our neglect. But we are offended, so we blame them for being neglected
and committing crimes. They scare us. Crimes do come from this sickness. Addicts will steal, prostitute themselves,
even sell their children to feed their addictions. Those are the crimes
that come from this sickness. Addicts are the Human Stray dogs in our
midst. They scare us. They scare themselves. If we invested even a fraction of our Tax Dollars into rehab, clinics,
and making sure that every addict had a place to go to heal, we would
not be facing this crisis, watching it escalate all these decades. Attack the Sick People! “The War On Drugs” is a horrible policy.
It does nothing to help those who fall into addiction. It makes them
criminals. It fills our prisons instead of building our hospitals.
It makes a mistake and ignorance a lifetime of futility. It makes those who have become addicted through deliberately misleading
information from Pharma Companies, people who were prescribed addicting
drugs and told they were not addicting, and then dumping those people
onto the streets when the addictions took hold of them, criminals. Even before they commit a crime, they are considered criminals. They
become secrets from their own families, friends, jobs. They lose any
sense of control over their own lives and they are thrown into punishment
rather than treated for their sickness. Our deliberate indifference leaves them stranded and even less able
to help themselves. This while government spends, without blinking,
billions on wars, and gives endless grants to Pharmaceutical Companies
so that they can then overcharge us for medications, mislead us as
to what the side effects, detrimental as they may be, are for us. We spend billions arming our DEA to go and kick in doors, arrest drug
dealers, who are then released on laughable bonds, within hours. The
DEA then has secrets that no one in the public is to learn about until
it is too late and the damage is done. Instead of attacking the sick, why not attack the sickness? A Choice Between Force and Healing We launch crop eradication programs in this country and in others.
The cost is billions. The drug problem is not diminishing, it has been steadily
growing. That alone should label this whole ‘war on drugs’ a
failure. It has become instead, a war on our own people. A war on our
addicted brothers and sisters. A war on their babies. A war on our
economy. A war against our own future well-being. Instead of spending countless billions ruining the environments
of other nations and getting people on both sides killed, why don’t
we spend just a fraction of that money on building and staffing places
of healing? Why not clinics? Why not rehabs? Why not spend the time, the money and the effort into healing those
who are addicted? Is it because we are loathe to spend money on healing?
We prefer, as a civilized society, to arm agents, imprison sick people?
Do we, as a nation, prefer to go into other nations and poison their
lands to eradicate the supply? Why not deal with the root of the problem? The addiction.
If we cure the addicts, if we heal the addicts, if we give them someplace
to go when they realize they have made a mistake, instead of criminalizing
them and imprisoning them—instead of throwing them away, instead
of condemning them to a life time (however short that may be) of addiction
and crime, would that not essentially, end the profit and the market
for these drugs? As it is now, the market continues to grow. It grows
to accommodate the growing numbers of addicts and the broadening landscape
of their addictions. Heroin, Cocaine, marijuana, pills, bath salts,
glue, fumes of every sort… Does it even seem reasonable, even if we became
a total police state such as was Communist Russia in the 40’s-80’s,
that we could even begin to stem the tide of addictions through force
rather than through healing? We cannot. Russia had it’s highest addictions during
its time of greatest force. Force does not stop addiction. Treatment
does. Discarding Human Beings But we, as a nation, are loathe to treat the sick. It goes against
everything we as a society are taught to do. We are taught that those
who fall are weak. That they did it to themselves. That they do not
deserve our help. Somehow, this makes us feel better about ourselves. I look around the rez, and I see that we are throwing away people.
We are discarding Human Beings as if they are trash. They may have become addicts, and they may have committed crimes, but
they never stopped being Human Beings. They never stopped being our
Brothers and Sisters. We just stopped recognizing them. We throw them
away. Not realizing, we throw ourselves away. I look around at our nation. I see we are unwilling to spend any money
on helping one another to heal. We are, however, not in the least adverse
to bombing other nations, destroying their environments, throwing away
our soldiers when they return addicted and spiritually torn to pieces
by what they have seen and done in wars. Wars we created to feed the
Profiteers we admire, who have the power of our money, to fight us. We have it backwards. We are doing it wrong. It shows on the rez. But
nobody looks on the rez. Nobody looks at Indian Country. If we did look, we would clearly see what is in fact, in store for
us. For those whose arguments against helping their fellow
Human Beings is an anathema, and they justify it by saying: “Why should I
be forced to pay for someone else’s mistakes?” As if being
selfish is a high achievement in Civilization, Society, or as a Christian.
They wear their lack of compassion, their disconnect from others, like
a badge of honor. The answer is simple. Sooner or later, one way or another,
we all pay for each other. Our money goes into wars, and our money
goes into “Wars
on Drugs” and we pay. When our house is robbed, our loved ones
murdered by a desperate addict, we pay. When someone goes to prison
instead of rehab, we pay even more. We are already paying. Why not get our money’s
worth? Why not pay to make things better instead of making things worse? OR, are we, as was prophesized so long ago, ‘become confused
and destroying instead of building’. Is Killing really more appealing
than healing? Is Killing really more worth paying for than is healing? Healing will keep the money here, at home. Healing will
enable us to be more creative, more productive and better able to help
one another. Healing will give us strength to defend ourselves against
all enemies—foreign
and domestic. Force only makes us less able. Less able to recover. Less able to help
one another. Less productive. Less creative. More fearful. But fear has been the tool of cynical, toxic politics for millennia.
Fear is how we are controlled. I suppose the first question is this: Are we willing to stop scaring
ourselves long enough to regain our strength through healing and compassion? You know where to find me. ~Cat Note: Typically, I write about events on the Rez. Those events are no different than what plays out everywhere else in our nation. Just that we are running out of Indians in a system of slo-mo holocaust. I see policies, politics and government on the rez as damaging and unsustainable. However, much the same can be said about our Nation as a whole. When you read about Indians, especially in this blog, I want you to think about who you are, where you are and how you have seen this same thing played out in other aspects of our lives. Indians have been demonized by Churches and government since Contact. The wreckage upon their communities and their culture, has been vast. Yet, to this day, they survive. Those who survive carry the strongest voices of Common Ground, most universal messages of Brotherhood and healing. Those who don't survive, are the losses that leave us less in touch, less connected. What has been done to Indigenous people the world over, is now being done to us all. What we allow(ed) to happen to Indians, is now being done to the rest of us. The message I give you is not only what is wrong, which most people do not want to see, but what we need to do to fix it, not just in Indian Country where the government and churches experiment with genocide and oppression; but in all corners of this world. We can start with ourselves. We must start with ourselves. We all must find a way to reconnect to one another, all the while those who have power seek to keep us divided and mistrusting. They want us to continue to hurt one another, neglect one another. That is how they gain and keep power. That is how we lose. March 5, 2010 --Printer
Version (5) "Bring Out Yer DAY-ED!" That cry was common in Europe when the Plague was killing people faster than they could be properly buried. People were dying at an alarming rate, and no funerals were held. Rather, a Bell Ringer, the town Crier, and a wagon went through town calling for people whose households had a newly dead member, to bring them out to the road where they could then be piled onto the wagons and taken to the burial pits. In some places, bodies were stacked, like cordwood, their numbers too many to count. Back then, everyone, including Governments, knew they had a problem. They knew they could not ignore it. They did not know what to do, but that did not stop them from trying everything, making mistakes, learning from those mistakes, and eventually, recovering. The cause, of course, was rats. Too many rats. They got into everything. Too many rats because some moron with power decided to foster a fear of cats in the general public. Cats, of course, had no lobby and no influence and could not defend themselves against cat-haters. Cats were the political target of the day, and they were wiped out. Then came the plague. Cats were targeted by religious zealots who claimed that because cats were not in the Bible, they were evil! It was easy then, and still is now, to target an entity, create a fictional liability around them, demonize them, attack them. All for Political Power. It took a long time, and a lot of dead bodies, before people realized that their hatred and fear of cats was their own undoing. What they failed to see then, as now, is the mechanism that underlies our own undoing: Toxic Politics. Some would argue that we need politics to have government. I would agree. But there are too many who believe that "anything goes", including lies, demonizing entire segments of our citizens--the more vulnerable the easier, and as long as you win, it matters not how much damage you inflict, now or in the future. We have that today. We don't have Town Criers ringing bells for us to bring out our dead, nor do we have slow horse-drawn wagons carting off the corpses. What we have instead are mindless wars, hunger and poverty, a nation where the futility quotient is increasing as the economy falters not only under the past bad acts, but under a system that vilifies those who are working to stabilize it, and help those in need in the meantime. We have Toxic Politics, replete with lies and manipulations, steering us to fear people of color, Immigrants, people of religions different from ours, people of no religion, people who are sick, and people who are in need. We are told to fear and resent those who are educated. Instead of admiring them, we sneer and call them "elitist", not even knowing what the meaning of that word is. As people are suffering more and more, instead of reaching out to help one another, we are, generally by MSM (MainStreamMedia), being told to hate, denounce those whose efforts to bring us all better living through better health. We are told that those who have been denied healthcare or who have lost their jobs, homes, savings because of medical bills are "Bums trying to steal from us and make us pay their way in this world." Or words to that effect. We are being told that by people who are sponsored by and paid millions of dollars to tell us that. People who say they care about us. People who convince us through fear, and suspicion of one another, that we are not safe if everyone gets healthcare. The same people who stand silent as mindless, illegal wars rage on at a cost of more than $80 Billion per month. People who say nothing about the outrageous profits of Oil Companies who raid our resources and destroy our environment, extracting without compensation to those of us whose lands and waters are being ruined--- and that is all of us, and then sell back to us a product at billions of dollars in profit, and who not only pay no taxes, but also get billions of dollars in "Credits" and other government bonuses, while raising the cost of our daily living beyond our means to keep up. The same mindless yammering about healthcare 'robbing us' while they say nothing about the war profiteers who rip off taxpayers by hundreds of millions of dollars per month. Healthcare, especially if it was Medicare for all, would not only strengthen Medicare, whose resources and surpluses have been raided by successive administrations to compensate for huge tax breaks given to the wealthiest 400 families in the nation... 400 families, mind you, that control 85% of the nations wealth, paid for by the poor and by raiding that which was intended for the common good. Women are told that they cannot seek abortions for rape, incest rape, or life threatening conditions. They are told that they are using abortion for "birth control" by politicians who get the backing of Churches who seek to keep women in the most powerless positions. Women are dying, needlessly, for lack of health care--because some religious zealots can use that to keep them down. How dare anyone assume to know what any woman is going through if she is desperate enough to seek an abortion. How dare anyone! Yet, it is commonly accepted that we can demonize women, especially pregnant women; most especially poor women who are pregnant. Women are dying. Children are left motherless based on the insane belief that a fetus is more important, has more value, than that of a living, breathing person. Even a 9 yr old child is condemned by the church for being raped by her father and becoming pregnant with twins that would kill her. Do you really think the church values lives? They condemned the child and her mother who sought an abortion for her in order to save her life. The father was given penance and forgiven. Doesn't this at least make you think about what is really underlying all this anti-abortion rhetoric? This same Right to Life group does nothing to improve the safety, well-being of mothers and children. They still condemn women who are beaten by their spouse, and ignore the dire conditions of children in these abusive situations. They spend billions to oppress and prevent women from even seeking safe abortions, yet not a dime to saving women or children from abuses, neglect or disease. So what life do they value? Certainly not the living! Pregnant women who seek abortions, for whatever reason, are demonized. No one in media, no one in churches, no one defends them. No one helps them. Their clinics are bombed. Their physicians are murdered as they are defenseless in their church on a Sunday... Their cowardly killers hailed as heroes. As more abuses and poverty increase, we refuse to see what bad policies are in place that create this ever increasing downward spiral. We continue to demonize others and split apart instead of uniting to save ourselves. We are supposed to be distracted from the damage done and ongoing. We are easily distracted. We know something is wrong, but don't really know where to direct our anger. Racism is easy. Mistrust anyone that is not like us. Especially a black president. A calm, thoughtful man. A highly educated man who has devoted most of his life to helping the poor, uplifting the poorest segments of society. Yet, he is portrayed and described in venues such as FOX news, as "Angry Black Man", and "Out of Control" and all the stereo types of gangs and ghettos. Look at your so-called "Tea Party" morons. Look at their signs. Especially those with uneducated misspellings. Look at the Swastikas, Look at how they portray him... now, look around. How many in that crowd are brown? How many are Black? See any Asians? See any Indians? Me neither. We are being distracted by those who seek to gain and hold power by use of Toxic Politics. Drug abuse, addictions, do not happen by accident. They are the only logical outcome of a system that is toxic and destructive. We drive away, run off those whose work would help us to heal and to be well. We rage at fictional divides as if we are 'doing something'. Indeed, we are. We are stacking up like cordwood, and no one seems to think there is anything wrong. We lack the critical thinking to assess how bad policies, created biases and prejudices, have fractionalized us so that we cannot come together, as a whole, to see what the problems are, where or how they started and what we need to do in order to change course and save ourselves. We feel sorry for ourselves and we blame others for our plight. Instead of seeing how we have more in common with one another and what we can do better together, to fix it, we divide. Those who want to fix things, and to talk reason are seen as the enemy. Those who want to unite and heal are seen as the enemy. Those who are different in color, religion, lifestyle, are seen as the enemy. We have surrounded ourselves with enemies. We cannot see that we have doomed ourselves, our children and our grandchildren, by our prejudices and our belief in things that make no sense. We condemn instead of understand. We scream slogans instead of listening. We fear instead of realize. We outnumber those who rob us. We outnumber those who raid our resources and pollute our environment. We outnumber those who mislead us. Yet, we allow ourselves to be used by them, all of them, all of the time. Hate is not a Christian Value. Hate is not any religion's value. Hate is the toxin that is being fed to us by fear mongering, power hungry toxic politicians and their henchmen. If we fail to save ourselves it is because we chose to listen to hate and ignorance, racism and intolerance, fear and self-pity. But if we wake up, realize that we can learn and do more; realize that we can work together, we can turn off the hate, then and only then can we regain our strength, our national health, our sense of Brotherhood and our Will to thrive. Soldiers are dying because of our ignorance. Mothers are dying because of our ignorance. Children are dying because of our willful ignorance. Addicts, the walking dead amongst us, are not criminals for being addicts. They commit crimes to support their sickness. Yet, we spend more on wars, give billions to Oil Companies, watch Insurance Companies with double-digit quarterly profits, raise our rates by 35-150% (depending on where you live) while cutting off more and more people from benefits entirely. Yet the Noise Machines on TV and Talk Radio spew endless streams of hatred in the name of "Patriotism" and they demonize the sick, the weak, the disabled-- all those who can barely get by and have nothing left over to fight back. They demonize the very people they should be standing up for, and yet remain silent on the obscene profits made by War Profiteers, Insurance Companies and Banks. Wake up. Do you think these loudmouths care about you? They don't. Yet many of you will carry their hatred, their fictional statements, as if you yourself are one of them. You are not one of them. You are one of us. And we need you to wake up now. We are surrounded by our failures. Bodies are stacking up like Cordwood. We need help. We can only get that help from one another. The Plague never would have ended if the people had not realized the lies about the cats are what did it to them. Cats had no voice. But their value was only realized after their absence. When the most vulnerable amongst us are demonized, it is out of ignorance. Ignorance is a Nation Killer. You know where to find me. ~Cat
March 2, 2010--Printer
Version (4) Who is Cindy Mala and why is she being paid over $100K per year, and getting a free home? Not just ANY free home, mind you, but one that was built as a Heritage Center, for the Tribe, paid for by the tribe... and is now on its way to being put, at Tribal expense, onto her property? At $100K (or more) per year, is she unable to buy her own home? Must the Tribe now lose yet another piece of itself in order for her to have a free one? I don't get it. Do you? From what I am told, this valuable home is being given to her without any debate and without notifying the Tribe. Aren't these topics that should be raised at the General Assembly Meetings? Is it true that she is getting all of this and is not even an enrolled member? From The Rez:
In response to that last question: Unfortunately, until there is a Tribal Council willing to address these issues and to make corrections, not just play Big Shot, the only place you can take these questions and complaints is --here. Until the Good People of Spirit Lake feel like they can safely raise important questions and question the processes and procedures that affect their lives, health and well-being out there, without the threat of facing reprisals and abuses, this Blog is all there is. Now, There is more on Cindy Mala, but that will have to wait until next time. She, or anyone willing to defend her, is free to respond in this blog. But you must sign your name. If you are going to stand up for someone who is ripping off the people, you must sign your name. If you are unwilling to sign your name, then I must assume that you know you are on the wrong side of this, and possibly many other, issue(s) out there. Imperative Your Elders are fading away, and heritage, history, culture is being taken with them. Your young are falling into addictions, futility, and suicide. What future are you looking at? It is both urgent and imperative that you all find a way to come together to make your community healthier and safer. The schools, from Headstart on up, are damaged by greed, corruption and nepotism. Your children are never taught anything about integrity, conflict resolution, compassion, empathy. No wonder their self-esteem is so low! No wonder your young do not thrive. The visible damage is the least of it. What lies just below the surface is much greater and widespread; much darker and more heartbreaking. The young must be taught that they are valued as people. That they are important to their culture and that their heritage means something. They must be encouraged to go out into the world and be whatever they can be that will fulfill their destiny, not just as Indians, but as Human Beings with something to offer this world. They must learn that whatever they accomplish in this Walking World, is integral to every other person they have contact with or a connection to. They must learn this from you and me. They must see that even before they can understand why, we are fighting for them, protecting them, guiding them and celebrating them. They must know that we care enough about them that we are doing all we can to clean up the messes made by government, corruption and genocide. They must see, so that they will someday know, we valued them enough to do this hard, overwhelming, oft times impossible and heartbreaking work, because they are imperative to our future. They are imperative to our future, not just as Indians, but as Human Beings capable of great and wonderful things. They are our future, and we are smothering them in blankets of corruption, then wailing at the loss. The past is fading away and the future is too weak to thrive. Only we, together, can change this. You know where to find me. ~Cat
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