Posted by rezinate on April 28, 2012
I love a people that have always made me welcome to the very best that they had.
I love a people who are honest without laws, who have no jails and no poorhouses.
I love a people who keep the commandments without ever having read or heard them preached from the pulpit.
I love a people who never swear or take the name of God in vain.
I love a people “who love their neighbors as they love themselves.”
I love a people who worship God without a Bible, for I believe that God loves them also.
I love a people whose religion is all the same, and who are free from religious animosities.
I love a people who have never raised a hand against me, or stolen my property, when there was no law to punish either.
I love and don’t fear mankind where God has made and left them, for they are his children.
I love the people who have never fought a battle with the white man, except on their own ground.
I love a people who live and keep what is their own without lock and keys.
I love a people who do the best they can. And oh how I love a people who don’t live for the love of money.
I suppose in some way it is nice that Russell has a ranch and a home far and above those of others he claims to speak in behalf of- a home that can rightfully be described as opulent in comparison. Not to mention the New Mexico and Santa Monica digs.
Maybe it’s nice as well that he can boast of those things and the seventeen horses he owns in the midst of proclaiming that he lives in the poorest area of the country while likening it to the poverty of Africa.
In not only making but broadcasting such statements I often wonder if it is indicative of a gross inability to avoid sticking his foot in his mouth or an act of extreme arrogance -or a combination of the two.
The contrasts between Russell’s lifestyle and those of Pine Ridge are too glaring, too obvious to be overlooked, and if he wants to quote Catlin one should ask if Catlin would have loved a man who placed his own pursuits and the acquisition of material comforts above others to the extent he has while claiming to have the best interests of his people at heart?
I can’t speak for Catlin, who drew his narratives from the experiences he had among the forty eight different tribes he visited, but I doubt that among any of them he saw an example such as this one.
I doubt Catlin would have described armed gangs like AIM attacking and razing the villages of their own people as was the reality of WK2, or murdering women such as Annie as being representative of those he admired and spoke so highly of.
A profound debt is owed to Catlin for the artistic and written record documenting a people and a way of life they produced and left for generations that would follow-a debt that deserves more than being abused by one percenters.
I don’t believe George Catlin would have had much love or respect for such things, or anyone who engaged in them-but then we’ll never know will we? And that lends itself to one and all being able to employ his creed as they will.
If Russell wants to shed some tears let it be for the families of Annie Mae, Ray Robinson, for the poverty that engulfs the people of all the nations, those in unmarked graves, and the destruction visited upon the people of WK2- then and only then can it be said they have a value.
Roll on Russell-if it’s about who has the most-you win. What’s next-you’ll claim you’re heyokha providing a lesson?