I AM AMERICAN: FORGOTTEN PART 3--EXTINCTION OR GENOCIDE
Written by Ms. Winnie Shields also known as MIISRAEL Part 3 of 3
I wrote this first:
Picture of a polluted planet….
I return with more to write of I AM AMERICAN FORGOTTEN. Native Americans and personal views of a forgotten people. I have become like a voice of winding wind where I have touched just slightly the views of some distant Native with a cry that is far in the past, or even close in the future. I like many of you have a reason of saving natural resources… Our rivers, lakes and streams. Conservation of the beautiful place built by our creator. We should want to preserve at least some of it’s once long gone beauty. At least until the Lord returns. This is of course, I refer to the writings of The Prophecy of Jesus Coming. The earth is mourning of the things it’s beholding in the latter days. At least is what I believe, but I’m not writing of that in this present article. “I am writing of the pollution of our world and how the race of it’s very first natives yearn to keep it clean and pure of it’s loveliness.
I have connected to a spiritual calling, I have been given a voice I that is like a whisper it’s heard by a few and it will move many. The Native Son is the people who wanted to keep the natural existence of living. Where waters were clear and the streams had no poisons in them. Where you could see the plains, and observed the skies without flying machines. I take a city’s drive and I see trash, and filth and garbage. Is a society so full of instants and futures of technological inventions, also the downfall of a planet? It may be written that we march forward, but seen through the Native of America is the back fall of a dying dream. Why? Did Geronimo fight for a cause to keep a land of purity? Natives who fought to keep the laws of it’s once welcomed society from stealing what should have been free. Where there was no cause to buy and sell, only to aid his brother and to develop a place where children could play and grow up to share. Oh, it was a dream that is much polluted now. How can one who loves what is good say “I don’t care about that, those days are gone.”
Truthfully, I know they are gone. I am feeling this is a personal way, because I am somehow sent to speak of it. I hardly know why? I’m remembering a place, a people I’ve never rightfully known and I am remembering the Native’s Cry. The dances of the colors of costumes and the rain dances of spirits long far from me. I cannot explain it totally. Except I must write it down and hope someone else will understand this adventure to remember a people. To remember the America that was clean. In a small voice of MIISRAEL. I will in my writing voice let out some more…after that.. then I will rest quietly. “The Native will be finished with me and will move on with the wind traveling until it will find its rest in a new earth.
Then I wrote this on 12.14.2008
The Picture of Extinction:
I have not forgotten this race. I have remembered. This very day I read something that really caused me a sense of disparity. I read where many tribes of the Native Americans are facing extinction. However, in reading the somewhat vague article, I was not at all surprised by it. Now I realize that this may have been reason, a cause of me writing of these people who are the real Americans. I am still never particular certain. The extinction seems to lie ahead for them. Especially for some true tribes. In this calling of their spirits, I have found a channel of connection to remember them. In comparison, I see more extinction of many people including genocides of races. Call it prophesy if you will , or call it just plain speculation. Afterall, I never really met or known any tribal warriors or visited an indian camp. What then is this haunting feeling I've been experiencing? It is in my bloodline, some might say it's being in a direct line of Cherokee's. "I may find that possible." I have even now stopped looking for an explanation. The Native Americans are forgotten. Lost somewhere in the extinction of an old age of the modern world of technology. Lost somewhere in the progress of the new America, the politics, the process of governments and the acts of a civilized society of people who are called Americas. Now, I read of their extinction of many true line tribes. My goodness, I feel like crying tears of hope this would not ever come! Did the new America destroy these people? Will the new America destroy the blacks too? Perhaps, my tears are for the next generation of pure Black nations who also may face extinction, or even our own genocide. With the plight we face against ourselves, the destruction we bring on ourselves...we kill our own people, we destroy our messages of hope, we live against each other right now. Yet, I have not forgotten while I was here. Somewhere in pages of paper-- on pages of cyberspace. Let it be said at least one remembered. I've heard your voices First Americans....I did what I could to let be known I heard you, and you were not Forgotten. Now, these feelings are leaving me.....as mysteriously as they came.
I AM MIISRAEL
Posted By: MIISRAEL Bride
Sunday, December 14th 2008 at 10:20AM
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