My community is split by the border. I served in the US military, returned back to the Canadian side to be one of the leaders of my community. The US does not recognize my culture even if a split community. I teach my cultural practices to many students. My children are status in Canada but not protected by the ICWA and our US community where my biological cousins are registered is unable to get jurisdiction of my children because the ICWA excludes American Indians from Canada. My children born on the Island of Oahu are growing up as Californian kids with complete alienation from my entire family. We are all either government, teachers medical personnel, cultural leaders and elected leaders but the American courts say that we are not good enough for our children. My mother was 60’s scoop, with my grandmother, Aunts and Uncles residential school survivors. I fought in two invasions of two countries for the United States among my multiple combat tours in the Marine Corps Infantry and brought every Marine in my charge home. My payment was taking my kids, my communities children without access to culture or language. My grandmother was one of the last indigenous in north America to be confined to reserve in 1940. Soon after American Dams cut us off from Salmon making us the last to still be without salmon today.
People don't **want** to understand the ongoing paper genocides, because it would require some introspection into how individuals continue to benefit by the US government not honoring treaties. Ninga Odé does a lot of work educating people on why destroying an individual's relationship to the Land benefits government interests at the expense of everyone else.... Both the US and Canada have a lot of room to do better. Both governments already know better....
@@dr.bteaches The Murder of the Wind of Peace by Wanbli Sapa aka Black eagle 🦅 It was the 29th day of the Moon of Popping Trees (December) in 1890. Peace was sleeping within the warm winter wind under the murderous eyes of Gatling and Hotchkiss guns, dug into the ridges surrounding the Lakota encampment. Chief Spotted Elk ("Bigfoot" was the name soldiers gave him), flying the flag of truce within his encampment, was dying from pneumonia. His people were dying from fear of the white soldiers who had come to take revenge for the defeat of their unit, the 7th Cavalry, at Little Bighorn in The Moon When the Chokecherries are Ripe (June) in 1876. All the soldiers needed was the smallest excuse to begin the massacre. A single shot, according to a reporter on the scene, was fired from the soldiers, and with that, the smallest excuse was manufactured. When the rain of ammunition ceased, over 300 Lakota people lay dead from gunfire, cannonfire, or manual butchering within the encampment and within adjacent ravines up to two miles away. The dead were Lakota men who had been disarmed before the weapons fire began, women, many with babes in arms or waiting to be born, and children The soldiers walked away from their crime against humanity and left the dead where they lay. That night, the sky cried snow and the warm winter wind of peace was supplanted by the cold winter wind of grief. For four days, the dead laid where they were, frozen into grotesque shapes of lifelessness. Finally, the soldiers came and loaded the dead like cordwood in wagons, and hauled their loads to hastily dug mass graves, where the dead were thrown in - the bodies of men, women, and children whose spirits walked the encampment and ravines, wailing. The mass graves were filled and the soldiers left. Twenty-seven Congressional Medals of Honor [sic] for "bravery" were awarded to the soldiers who participated in that heinous murder for their parts in fighting the allegedly hostile "war parties" attacking them that day. The spirits of the slain continue their walking and wailing. Red Willow in great profusion, grown from the blood of all those who fell along the banks of the creek that day, still grows thickly along Wounded Knee Creek. Peace never again slept within the winds that blew along Wounded Knee Creek.
Jamie is the best! He's a true activist which is inspiring.
❤ get your lands back ❤
you be the first to give your up...we will follow
Give up your property first! I bet you wont😂😂
@@BillAnderson-g7eno one is trying to take any one’s land or home. That’s not what land back is about
@@lajewel4615no one is asking anyone to give up their lands
LAND BACK! PROTECT NATIVE FAMILIES! 🤎🤎🤎 loving these videos with your guests lately please keep doing them 🙏
Thank you 🙏🏽
My community is split by the border. I served in the US military, returned back to the Canadian side to be one of the leaders of my community. The US does not recognize my culture even if a split community. I teach my cultural practices to many students. My children are status in Canada but not protected by the ICWA and our US community where my biological cousins are registered is unable to get jurisdiction of my children because the ICWA excludes American Indians from Canada. My children born on the Island of Oahu are growing up as Californian kids with complete alienation from my entire family. We are all either government, teachers medical personnel, cultural leaders and elected leaders but the American courts say that we are not good enough for our children. My mother was 60’s scoop, with my grandmother, Aunts and Uncles residential school survivors. I fought in two invasions of two countries for the United States among my multiple combat tours in the Marine Corps Infantry and brought every Marine in my charge home. My payment was taking my kids, my communities children without access to culture or language. My grandmother was one of the last indigenous in north America to be confined to reserve in 1940. Soon after American Dams cut us off from Salmon making us the last to still be without salmon today.
People don't **want** to understand the ongoing paper genocides, because it would require some introspection into how individuals continue to benefit by the US government not honoring treaties.
Ninga Odé does a lot of work educating people on why destroying an individual's relationship to the Land benefits government interests at the expense of everyone else....
Both the US and Canada have a lot of room to do better.
Both governments already know better....
I support my Native American brothers and sisters.
The land and water protectors.
I stand with you.
Thank you
@@dr.bteaches
The Murder of the Wind of Peace
by Wanbli Sapa aka Black eagle 🦅
It was the 29th day of the Moon of Popping Trees (December) in 1890. Peace was sleeping within the warm winter wind under the murderous eyes of Gatling and Hotchkiss guns, dug into the ridges surrounding the Lakota encampment.
Chief Spotted Elk ("Bigfoot" was the name soldiers gave him), flying the flag of truce within his encampment, was dying from pneumonia. His people were dying from fear of the white soldiers who had come to take revenge for the defeat of their unit, the 7th Cavalry, at Little Bighorn in The Moon When the Chokecherries are Ripe (June) in 1876. All the soldiers needed was the smallest excuse to begin the massacre.
A single shot, according to a reporter on the scene, was fired from the soldiers, and with that, the smallest excuse was manufactured. When the rain of ammunition ceased, over 300 Lakota people lay dead from gunfire, cannonfire, or manual butchering within the encampment and within adjacent ravines up to two miles away. The dead were Lakota men who had been disarmed before the weapons fire began, women, many with babes in arms or waiting to be born, and children The soldiers walked away from their crime against humanity and left the dead where they lay. That night, the sky cried snow and the warm winter wind of peace was supplanted by the cold winter wind of grief. For four days, the dead laid where they were, frozen into grotesque shapes of lifelessness. Finally, the soldiers came and loaded the dead like cordwood in wagons, and hauled their loads to hastily dug mass graves, where the dead were thrown in - the bodies of men, women, and children whose spirits walked the encampment and ravines, wailing. The mass graves were filled and the soldiers left. Twenty-seven Congressional Medals of Honor [sic] for "bravery" were awarded to the soldiers who participated in that heinous murder for their parts in fighting the allegedly hostile "war parties" attacking them that day.
The spirits of the slain continue their walking and wailing. Red Willow in great profusion, grown from the blood of all those who fell along the banks of the creek that day, still grows thickly along Wounded Knee Creek. Peace never again slept within the winds that blew along Wounded Knee Creek.
A friendly reminder to wear your orange shirts/ribbon skirts Sept 30th for all the children who didn't come home from those RESIDENTIAL SCHOOLS
Aho
🙌🏽 yes!!!