Why North Dakota Makes Me Mad
Are you still with me? I realize some of you scrolled right on down the page based on the title of today’s blog. I’d like to share my heart with you. Let’s set some ground work. You need to know that my husband doesn’t agree with me but he still loves me. You don’t have to agree with me. What we do need to start doing is to LISTEN. You know, that’s when we stop talking and stop arguing and ask, “Help me understand why you feel this way?” It’s the secret to successful relationships whether they are intimate or international. (By the way, my marriage is living proof that “tolerance” and “teamwork” are good things.) <wink>
America, or let me say some Americans, are concerned that immigrants and illegal aliens are taking over our country. Hmmmmmmm…..you know, God does say we reap what we sow. Eventually.
I am trying to understand this effort to “make America great again.” Does that apply prior to us slaughtering an entire culture of people who were actually here first? OR prior to enslaving people and bringing them here from their homeland where they were doing just fine? OR prior to widespread discrimination based on gender and race? OR prior to child labor laws when small children worked 12-15 hours in dangerous factories and with dangerous, maiming equipment? OR prior to our naivety of 9/11 where we ignored warnings that radicals were out to get us? I’m just trying to get a grip on what “great America” we are tapping into?
I have to tell you if I were a Native American or of Native American decent I’d be screaming, “America was great! Until you arrived!” My Grandpa once told me we have a very small amount of Cherokee on the Clark side of the family – could explain a lot of things, huh?
How much more can we do to these poor people? And, I literally mean POOR people. Our ancestors landed at Plymouth Rock, celebrated the first Thanksgiving with them, and it kind of went downhill from there. But see, when America was great, we didn’t focus on that in public schools. We didn’t talk about the truth in regards to the behavior of our forefathers. We put on our pilgrim hats and feather bands and ate turkey together.
We didn’t talk about how the great Andrew Jackson – you know that man that has towns named after him and statues erected in his prestigious honor – ordered an entire population to move West, out of their own land, and move away from “civilization.” In 1830 Congress, under President Andrew Jackson’s leadership, passed the “Indian Removal Act.” Our great federal government was given the power to relocate any Native Americans in the east to territory that was west of the Mississippi River. Most of them starved or died of disease along the way. Thousands of them. It’s called the “Trail of Tears.” We do learn about that in school or we did when America was great in the 1960’s.
Throughout 1838 and 1839, as part of Andrew Jackson's Indian removal policy, the Cherokee nation was forced to give up their land east of the Mississippi River and forced to move to what we now know as Oklahoma. The Cherokee people called this journey the "Trail of Tears," because of its devastating effects. I don’t consider it to be one of the “great” things America accomplished. But, that’s just me. I can be kind of radical. Like the Indians.
We don’t talk about the massive slaughtering that took place at the hands of our great America. We only talk about the violent Native Americans. Of course, we need to ask, “What came first – the chicken or the egg?” In this case, “What came first, the siege of an entire country or the anger at the inconsiderate entitlement of the great white man?”
We typically ignore the issue altogether, along with slavery, and say America needs to get over it. After all, so much time has passed. Kind of like when the first Muslims entered America arriving on Columbus’ ships? Let’s not talk about that. John Wayne didn’t star in a movie talking about that, did he? (Now, I really lost my husband.)
You know what the Native Americans needed? A wall.
When you like sitting on the cowboy side of an argument, diplomacy sucks and preservation seems weird. Here is what we learned when America was still great: Cowboys good. Indians bad. Buffalo slaughter okay. Horses captured necessary. Land ruin; stop whining.
Sorry, it appears that very small piece of Cherokee is coming out in me.
God does promise that we will receive the same judgment as we pronounce. Again, I say, “Hmmmmm….”
“As I have seen, those who plow evil and sow trouble reap the same.” Job 4:8
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