Had a weird experience this day-a friend emailed me suggesting I take a look on the RoL that has undergone a purge of late-pointedly making note of the fact that the Annie Mae topic is
non existent-to be expected though in light of current events.
What I found really bizarre was a “video commentary” purportedly having to do with health and wisdom where Russell is to be found looking eerily like Cowboy Bob with his hat and beard talking about the overwhelming need he has to dispense the boundless wisdom he is the repository of-and sounding so stereotypical of Middle America complaining about how his “kids” won’t listen to “Dad”.
Done all those things he has denounced White America for-including being a politician running for elective office, chasing after that piece of paper called money, scrambling for attention, and in the finest of that tradition given to flattering himself publicly and boasting about supposed accomplishments and assets, i.e. my ranch, my book, my enterprises, my degrees, my career, always me, my, and I.
Not to mention circumventing the law against fellow indigenous people in the now infamous Chinle case, where he argues that the Dine are not a sovereign nation with the ability to enforce their jurisdiction in crimes committed by him or anyone else not of their nation, on their rez. I’ve never even heard of an elder outside of those in AIM who place such an emphasis and value on these words-me, my, and I.
Like Cody Jarret in the old movie White Heat “look ma, top of the world”. Given to say to White America welcome to the rez-I think White America can say welcome to the white world Russell-you made it.
Soon, in collaboration with the artist who did the rez dog piece, a short series will be presented on this blog titled “Liberation Art” that addresses WK2 and the reality of it.
The purpose is meant to provoke thought, individual research, and a evaluation of those events-hopefully it will have an educational value as art and imagery often do.
Somewhere floating around in the back of my mind I have a vague memory of a song done by Willie Nelson I believe-there is a line in it to the effect that nowadays all the Indians wear cowboy boots and hats and the cowboys wear turquoise and fringe(?). Kind of sad that.
Age encroaches on us all-we came from the earth and the effects of gravity return us to it in the process known as aging. A returning to the mother following the absence of our journey.
Each second that passes will never be again-nor will the minutes, hours, days, or years that comprise your life-in as much as you are able live each doing and being the best you are capable of-that is the only true legacy you will leave.
There is a justice in moisture that rises from the ground, lakes, and oceans to create clouds producing rain to nourish growth and life. There is a justice in the sun rising in the morning and setting in the evening to begin and end our day-to awaken, provide, then to put us to bed.
There is a justice in planting and tending a seed, that in turn will tend to your physical needs upon maturation. There is a justice in teaching children the value of respect and honor, who in seeing it exemplified in their parents will in turn practice and teach these value to their children.
There is a justice as yet to be given Annie Mae, Ray Robinson, and many, many, others that hasn’t been allowed to reach maturation-we need to be mindful of these things too-it is not only a matter of justice, but one of examples to provide about respect, honor, and values.