It seems to be that kind of a day, past, present and possible future meeting at the apex of the three-sided pyramid that is my life and little of it any of what one could call good. I think the following lyrics express much of what I’ve been reading today. We don’t want “fake news”? Then this isn’t.
Treaty song – Joanne Shenandoah
When you’ve razed all the forests… silenced all the birds
Destroyed creation that came before your words
When you’ve stamped to the ground all the things you fear
One thing to be sure of… I’ll still be here
Remember the treaty you have made with me
As long as grass grows and the sky is blue and rivers run free
Does this not mean forever?
Or did we not agree?
Will lies and broken promises be your legacy?
Who am I your Honour?
Who am I your Grace?
Who do you see standing here as you look upon my face?
Hear me Mr President…
This is Sacred Ground
You cannot own my Spirit, though you might lay me down
So take all your children… teach them your lies
Why waters are polluted… smog fills the skies
You can drain all the oceans and fill them with tears
You will never remove me…
I’ll always be here
So when you seat your Council, who will come to speak
For the Buffalo, the Eagle, the forest and the trees
The oceans and their bounty are all here nearby
And for all the children standing at our side
(Repeating refrain omitted)
Facts: Over 100 million Native American people were genocided in the “conquest” and western expansion by white Americans.
Facts: British traders transported an estimated 3.4 million Africans to North America as slaves during the 245 years the transatlantic slave trade was active.