NO WARPATH FOR ME...

If anyone should read my blog intro and then my blog, you’ll see that my focus is within the African community and not my Native community. There’s very good reason for that decision. I suppose the most important one is that I don’t look like Tonto or Sitting Bull. See the stereotypical imagine of the “Indian” is burned into the minds of the world’s public as those of so called “Asian” ancestry. However if history is ever to be truth, you’ll see that they weren’t the only group that inhabited this land mass long before the Vikings or Columbus. But that’s white supremacy for ya.

Another reason I don’t focus on my Native ancestry is because to be considered "Indian" in America one has to be recognized by the very people that tried to kill them all off through war, disease, cultural compromise, and miscegenation. My ancestral memory and common sense tells me something is wrong that picture. It tells me what can only be left are a very confused group of “Indians”. In my opinion, their original Cultural Spirit, (similar to the Negro) has been devastated and traumatized by the onslaught of white supremacy. Plus many of the “tribes” that are “recognized” by the government are chocked full of the ancestors of those very whites. The few “pure bloods and half bloods” along with other conscious Indigenous Peoples are mostly on the “Reservations” or locked in Black bodies in the cities.

Lastly the recent decisions of the tribal counsels of the Seminole and Cherokee “tribes” to penalize or expel their "black" members clinched it for me. They are doing what has been repeated over and over historically. After contact with the whites, they either run away from the black or are subjected to genocide. Look at S.E. Asia, look at the Pacific, South America, even the pre-Columbian United States, the African is GONE!

The essay below was taken from Wikipedia. It’s historically the story of the African (WTF is a “negrito?”) and the European which is still being played out in contemporary subtle and not so subtle ways in the streets of our cities, the African Bush and our media driven living rooms.


“The Andamanese is a collective term to describe the peoples who are the aboriginal inhabitants of the Andaman Islands, located in the Bay of Bengal. The term includes the Great Andamanese, Jarawa, Onge, Sentinelese and the extinct Jangil. Anthropologically they are usually classified as Negritos, represented also by the Semang of Malaysia and the Aeta of the Philippines. They have lived on the Andaman Islands for at least 14,000 years and had very little contact with external societies for nearly all this period. This comparatively long-lasting isolation and separation from external influences is perhaps unequalled, except perhaps by the aboriginal inhabitants of Tasmania.
However, this changed in the mid-1800s after the British established penal colonies. Increasing numbers of Indian and Karen settlers arrived, encroaching on former territories of the Andamanese. This proved disastrous for many of the tribes - with no resistance to common diseases, they quickly succumbed to epidemics of pneumonia, measles and influenza. At the time of first contact with the British there were an estimated 5,000 Great Andamanese; today only 41 remain.
Today only the Sentinelese, who live exclusively on North Sentinel Island, have been able to completely maintain their independent state, resisting attempts to contact them. The Jarawa have also managed to remain substantially apart from the later colonisers and settlers; other Andamanese groups have had more extensive contacts, resulting in drastic reductions in territory and numbers, with several peoples becoming extinct altogether.
Until the 19th century, their habit of killing all shipwrecked foreigners and the remoteness of their islands prevented modification of their culture or language. Cultivation was unknown to them, and they lived off of hunting indigenous pigs, fishing, and gathering. Their only weapons were the bow, fishing nets and harpoons. Besides the aboriginal people of Tasmania [1], the Andamanese were the only people who in the 19th century knew no method of making fire, carefully preserving embers in hollowed-out trees from fires caused by lightning strikes”.

So given the situation of these so called “Indians” attitude towards the descendants of their own black ancestry, there’ll be no going on the warpath for me. I’ll just continue to recognize myself without the “approval” of this racist government and commune with the Spirits of my ancestors.