Wounds-everyone has been wounded in some way either physically or emotionally during the course of their life -an inevitable part of the human experience.
What wounds one may heal in time and be overcome-while the same wound inflicted upon another may fester as a life long burden, a part of the shadow they cast that follows them everywhere they go.
In addition to individual wounds there are communal, tribal, national, and even global wounds that few if any can escape from.
As nations we inflicted wounds upon others long before they were in turn inflicted upon us with the arrival of the first foreign invaders and the age of steel set foot upon this hemispheres shores.
If these wounds we inflicted can be remediated in any way all that can be said is that they were localized-they weren’t continental in nature, driven by a desire to own the width and the breadth of the land, or characterized “with the cross of Jesus going on before”.
As a people we were truly viewed in the context of the below refrain as being evil, demonic savages-something upright and bipedal perhaps but of a lesser humanity, much the same as blacks and other ethnicities have been portrayed.
At the sign of triumph Satan’s host doth flee;
on then, Christian soldiers, on to victory!
Hell’s foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.
This song Onward Christian Soldiers I am quoting from goes on to say that the same path trod by “saints” is being trod, a united effort characterized by “charity”, and implores others to press “Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng”.
Charity and happiness-precious little of that to be found in the history that unfolded nor of circumstance that continues to this day.
Still, as a people we have a measure of our own happiness, practice charity in what remains of the tradition of tending to the needs of one another.
There is no greater gift than to help another in need, it is an effort to bind wounds, to soothe and heal.
If it is a physical wound, even an emotional one, the process can involve enduring a pain, brief in comparison to the time involved if left untreated, but necessary.
Some say it is better to ignore, to let that go, regardless of how deep a wound may run-that time heals all things, yet we have seen it does not, and is the reason we seek remediation in the courts to address them.
It is something of a military axiom to say never leave an enemy behind you- I say it applies to wounds as well, never leave them behind without first addressing them-if not they never heal. They become a part of the shadow that follows us through the course of our lives.
As a people we are inflicting wounds upon ourselves-the wounds of alcoholism, drug addiction, of spousal abuse, rape, commercializing ceremonies, and sadly, too often, a dereliction of responsibilities to our children and communities.
We allow others to organize into gangs and so called movements to inflict their own brand of wounds upon us-some of them driven to prominence by a fawning media that is exempt from the bleeding, misery, and the enhanced spiritual decay and corruption of tradition suffering that ensues.
We can no more escape our shadow than we can the history and the present that is a part of ours, no matter how fast we run, unless we choose to live in darkness-a pallor that has been cast upon us for centuries.
We are children of the land who walk upright with the sun in our face and on our shoulders-the darkness that divides the day from night is essential, it is a time of rest, something natural not meant to contend with.
But there is another darkness that has haunted us these last few decades, an unnatural one-a darkness that inflicts wounds and comes in the night of lies like the proverbial thief-we can either leave that wound untended or seek to heal ourselves.
We have our own Manifest Destiny- and that is to be a free and sovereign people secure in our communities- free from oppression originating either internally or externally.
The treaties have been a lie- AIM and it’s leadership have been shown to be a lie- it’s time to heal those wounds and move on-time to rid ourselves of their shadow and feel the Sun on our face and the face of our children again.