Both Israel and North America share similar rhetoric that justifies their origins. Infused with biblical references to “salvation, redemption, and destiny,” settlers in both countries believed ...
Interesting. Maybe it was not a coincidence that Columbus left Spain about the same time that the Catholic Isabella threw the Jews out! Maybe he ran (boated) for his life!
It had crossed my mind, too, how similar Palestina and America are - the indegenous peoples murdered and suppressed, enslaved, and their land taken. Thanksgiving day - another anomaly - the white invaders thanking God for their survival, while it were the Natives who gave them food and land. I remember recently reading about an Indian Chief, who, dying, said to the white invaders, you could have had it all, we would have given it to you, but why kill us, our wives and our children. The Cherokee are doing a massive work in reviving their language, and I hope to be able and help some! Ithe language sounds very hard to learn, I probably won't ever be able to learn it, but a bit financial help might do.
Interesting, boated for his life and then, alas, carries out rape, terror, theft, amputations, and the sickness of the sword and the cross. Sure, plenty of Conversos, and the Jews were tossed out, and imagine, tossed out EVERYWHERE, yet the neurotic and filthy-thinking ones in this klan NEVER ever wonder if something they do or stand for might be the reason for that tossing out.
Seattle --
The Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land.
The Great Chief also sends us words of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him, since we know he has little need of our friendship in return. But we will consider your offer. For we know that if we do not sell, the white man may come with guns and take our land.
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.
If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them from us[?]
We will decide in our time.
What Chief Seattle says, the Great Chief in Washington can count on as truly as our white brothers can count on the return of the seasons. My words are like the stars. They do not set.
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing, and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.
The white man’s dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man.
We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters[;] the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man―all belong to the same family.
So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us.
The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortable to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.
But can that ever be? God loves your people, but has abandoned his red children. He sends machines to help the white man with his work, and builds great villages for him. He makes your people stronger every day. Soon you will flood the land like the rivers which crash down the canyons after a sudden rain. But my people are an ebbing tide, we will never return.
No, we are separate races. Our children do not play together and our old men tell different stories. God favors you, and we are orphans.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. We take our pleasure in these woods. I do not know. Our ways are different from your ways.
This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred, and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my father’s father.
The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers, and yours, and you must henceforth give rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
The red man has always retreated before the advancing white man, as the mist of the mountain runs before the morning sun. But the ashes of our fathers are sacred. The graves are holy ground, and so these hills, these trees, this portion of the earth is consecrated to us. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his fathers' graves behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children. He does not care. His fathers' graves and his children’s birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.
Seattle, continued: I do not know. Our ways are different from your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. But perhaps it is because the red man is a savage and does not understand.
There is no quiet place in the white man’s cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of insect’s wings. But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whipporwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath―the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a many dying for many days, he is numb to the stench. But if we sell our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And the wind must also give our children the spirit of life. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow’s flowers.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition: The white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.
I am a savage and I do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffalos on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and I do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever, happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth.
You must teach you children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know. The earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
No, day and night cannot live together.
Our dead go to live in the earth’s sweet rivers, they return with the silent footsteps of spring, and it is their spirit, running in the wind, that ripples the surface of the ponds.
We will consider why the white man wishes to buy the land. What is it that the white man wishes to buy, my people ask me. The idea is strange to us. How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? [sic] ―the swiftness of the antelope? How can we sell these things to you and how can you buy them? Is the earth yours to do with as you will, merely because the red man signs a piece of paper and gives it to the white man? If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them from us[?]
Can you buy back the buffalo, once the last one has been killed? But we will consider your offer, for we know that if we do not sell, the white man may come with guns and take our land. But we are primitive, and in his passing moment of strength the white man thinks that he is a god who already owns the earth. How can a man own his mother?
But we will consider your offer to buy our land. Day and night cannot live together. We will consider your offer to go to the reservation you have for my people. We will live apart, and in peace. It matters little where we spend the rest of our days. Our children have seen their fathers humbled in defeat. Our warriors have felt shame, and after defeat they turn their days in idleness and contaminate their bodies with sweet foods and strong drink. It matters little where we pass the rest of our days. They are not many. A few more hours, a few more winters, and none of the children of the great tribes that once lived on this earth or that roam now in small bands in the woods will be left to mourn the graves of a people once as powerful and hopeful as yours.
But why should I mourn the passing of my people? Tribes are made of men, nothing more. Men come and go, like the waves of the sea.
Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all; we shall see. One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover―our God is the same God.
You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. This earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its Creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.
God gave you dominion over the beasts, the woods, and the red man, and for some special purpose, but that destiny is a mystery to the red man. We might understand if we knew what it was that the white man dreams―what hopes he describes to his children on long winter nights―what visions he burns onto their minds so that they will wish for tomorrow. But we are savages. The white man’s dreams are hidden from us. And because they are hidden, we will go our own way. For above all else, we cherish the right of each man to live as he wishes, however different from his brothers. There is little in common between us.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we agree, it will be to secure the reservation you have promised. There, perhaps, we may live out our brief days as we wish.
When the last red man has vanished from this earth, and his memory is only the shade of a cloud moving across the prairie, these shores and forests will still hold the spirits of my people. For they love this earth as the newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat.
If we sell you our land, love it as we’ve loved it. Care for it as we’ve cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you take it. And with all your strength, with all your mind, with all your heart, preserve it for your children, and love it . . . as God loves us all.
One thing we know. Our God is the same God. This earth is precious to Him. Even the white man cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see.
Many elders have said that you don’t learn language by sitting in the classroom. ... You have to go and be present and build a relationship with elders to talk about these cultural teachings.
I will never forget the teacher in former Yugoslavia in 1982, in high school, when we were studying American colonization and when we got to the King Philip's war. "...and then the tribes were introduced to the European-style genocide." Most of the later-day settlers lived through the thirtie-year war and brought the "habits" to the colonies.
The professor told you those settlers/colonists/western European immigrants were supposed to have lived through a war ending in 1635 and to have brought their experience to a war begun in 1676? In an era where average life span of Europeans was less than 40 years, North American settlers averaging even less?
The Eastern bloc seems to have had a few ideas about the collective West nearly as off kilter as "the West" had about them.
People being people, they will "reinvent the wheel" frequently. Check out how the Aztec came into possessing Mexico and who they killed/enslaved to take possession?
Look at how several cattle herding pastoralist tribes (Zulu & etc.) took over what we now call South Africa, shortly before "the Dutch" Protestants fleeing the Spanish low countries arrived and started to colonize the interior in the 16th-17th century. A few remnants of the original native culture persisted in the Kalihari or other less desirable lands, the rest were killed/enslaved.
Tribal warfare is like that, although many cultures were less "thorough" than the Euros in America/Africa (as adopting young males from the conquered and displaced enlarged the conquerer's fighting aged cohort). It gets more efficient with technology, bringing religion into it certainly does not improve our behavior either.
We suck in this fashion species wide, none of us are immune to the tendency.
Yugoslavia wasn't in the Eastern Block, the 30-year war ended in 1648. The war tradition of the natives in the American Northeast didn't include wholesale murder of women and children. It was shocking to the tribes that allied with the white settlers during that war. And that's true that human isn't immune to such behavior. And in the wise words of Hannibal Lecter: "Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself."
I know Tito did his best to steer Yugoslavia into being "unaligned". But:
Looking at my 7.62×39 Yugoslavian SKS pattern rifle? And knowing that the former Yugoslavian armed forces switched from ammunition compatability with pre WWII Germany to the new USSR standards? Damn the difference anyway, the classification as “Eastern bloc” or not wouldn't have saved them if WWIII had gone hot during the days of USSR. George Bush (the lesser) didn't invent the Pentagon's belief that "you are with us or you are against us".
And yes, we are the gift that keeps on giving. Native American style tribal warfare where young males were adopted by the victor and desirable women married/enslaved WAS a bit less crazy than Euro style flat out "A good Indian is a dead Indian" genocidal warfare. I have read accounts by participants of how the post Civil War US army conducted warfare in the Western frontier, it is chilling.
I also have an unissued M-48 "A", the first version before minor parts switched from milled steel to stamped sheet metal. It is very well made, certainly the best Mauser pattern military surplus rifle I have. Also a Yugoslavian captured and "remilled" German made Mauser with most of the German eagles ground off and a Yugoslavian crest added. Oh, and a Czech vzor 52 pistol, which is quite the space age looking thing!
Some Americans are weird like this, we know too much about other countries through your military surplus and maybe not enough about your human landscape... Have fun & be safe out there.
That's right. And Kevin, as you just rightly said, Israel has been unable to achieve many objectives. Hamas is still there. It's not eradicated like Israel wanted. Then they assassinate leaders of the resistance fighters. And resistance gets stronger, like you see, a stronger attack by Lebanon just less than an hour ago. But still, in the midst of all of this, there is this idea of what they are calling greater Israel. I mean, how could such a thing cross their mind when they are failing even in Gaza?
Well, Zionism is not a rational project. The apologists and propagandists for Zionism in the West have tried to present Zionism as some sort of legitimate national liberation movement. And they've tried to present the so-called state of Israel as a legitimate sort of moderate Western-style democratic secular state. That's what the propaganda says.
But that's just lies as everyone in the region knows. The real source of Zionism is extremist messianic millenarianism, a fanatical philosophy that looks to the coming of what these people, these Zionists, believe will be their Messiah, who is going to be a military conqueror who will subjugate the entire world. And on the way to that goal, they intend to expand the borders of the so-called State of Israel to everything from the Nile River to the Euphrates River. It's been said that the blue stripes on the Israeli flag refer to that project.
So there's a fanatical extremist, deviant, heretical religious project that's driven the creation and endless expansion and endless genocide of the so-called State of Israel. And that means that there's a kind of built-in instability in the mentality of the people there, and their leadership. And we see this most clearly with the kind of raving lunatics in the cabinet of Netanyahu, people like Smotrich and Ben-Gavir, who are fanatical believers in this notion that they can bring on the millennium—a thousand years of peace and joy and happiness for the Jewish people, each of whom will have a thousand plus non-Jewish slaves. They will have completely enslaved the world.
That's what they want. I’s their millenarian vision. And they believe that they will bring on a messiah who will somehow accomplish this for them if they can fight ruthlessly enough. And they don't have to think strategically, because it's a bizarre sacred, heretical religious vision.
So that's really the answer. There are a lot of irrational people in decision-making positions in the Zionist entity.
Interesting. Maybe it was not a coincidence that Columbus left Spain about the same time that the Catholic Isabella threw the Jews out! Maybe he ran (boated) for his life!
It had crossed my mind, too, how similar Palestina and America are - the indegenous peoples murdered and suppressed, enslaved, and their land taken. Thanksgiving day - another anomaly - the white invaders thanking God for their survival, while it were the Natives who gave them food and land. I remember recently reading about an Indian Chief, who, dying, said to the white invaders, you could have had it all, we would have given it to you, but why kill us, our wives and our children. The Cherokee are doing a massive work in reviving their language, and I hope to be able and help some! Ithe language sounds very hard to learn, I probably won't ever be able to learn it, but a bit financial help might do.
Interesting, boated for his life and then, alas, carries out rape, terror, theft, amputations, and the sickness of the sword and the cross. Sure, plenty of Conversos, and the Jews were tossed out, and imagine, tossed out EVERYWHERE, yet the neurotic and filthy-thinking ones in this klan NEVER ever wonder if something they do or stand for might be the reason for that tossing out.
Seattle --
The Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land.
The Great Chief also sends us words of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him, since we know he has little need of our friendship in return. But we will consider your offer. For we know that if we do not sell, the white man may come with guns and take our land.
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.
If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them from us[?]
We will decide in our time.
What Chief Seattle says, the Great Chief in Washington can count on as truly as our white brothers can count on the return of the seasons. My words are like the stars. They do not set.
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing, and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.
The white man’s dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man.
We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters[;] the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man―all belong to the same family.
So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us.
The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortable to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.
But can that ever be? God loves your people, but has abandoned his red children. He sends machines to help the white man with his work, and builds great villages for him. He makes your people stronger every day. Soon you will flood the land like the rivers which crash down the canyons after a sudden rain. But my people are an ebbing tide, we will never return.
No, we are separate races. Our children do not play together and our old men tell different stories. God favors you, and we are orphans.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. We take our pleasure in these woods. I do not know. Our ways are different from your ways.
This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred, and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my father’s father.
The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers, and yours, and you must henceforth give rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
The red man has always retreated before the advancing white man, as the mist of the mountain runs before the morning sun. But the ashes of our fathers are sacred. The graves are holy ground, and so these hills, these trees, this portion of the earth is consecrated to us. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his fathers' graves behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children. He does not care. His fathers' graves and his children’s birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.
Seattle, continued: I do not know. Our ways are different from your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. But perhaps it is because the red man is a savage and does not understand.
There is no quiet place in the white man’s cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of insect’s wings. But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whipporwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath―the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a many dying for many days, he is numb to the stench. But if we sell our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And the wind must also give our children the spirit of life. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow’s flowers.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition: The white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.
I am a savage and I do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffalos on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and I do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever, happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth.
You must teach you children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know. The earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
No, day and night cannot live together.
Our dead go to live in the earth’s sweet rivers, they return with the silent footsteps of spring, and it is their spirit, running in the wind, that ripples the surface of the ponds.
We will consider why the white man wishes to buy the land. What is it that the white man wishes to buy, my people ask me. The idea is strange to us. How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? [sic] ―the swiftness of the antelope? How can we sell these things to you and how can you buy them? Is the earth yours to do with as you will, merely because the red man signs a piece of paper and gives it to the white man? If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them from us[?]
Can you buy back the buffalo, once the last one has been killed? But we will consider your offer, for we know that if we do not sell, the white man may come with guns and take our land. But we are primitive, and in his passing moment of strength the white man thinks that he is a god who already owns the earth. How can a man own his mother?
But we will consider your offer to buy our land. Day and night cannot live together. We will consider your offer to go to the reservation you have for my people. We will live apart, and in peace. It matters little where we spend the rest of our days. Our children have seen their fathers humbled in defeat. Our warriors have felt shame, and after defeat they turn their days in idleness and contaminate their bodies with sweet foods and strong drink. It matters little where we pass the rest of our days. They are not many. A few more hours, a few more winters, and none of the children of the great tribes that once lived on this earth or that roam now in small bands in the woods will be left to mourn the graves of a people once as powerful and hopeful as yours.
But why should I mourn the passing of my people? Tribes are made of men, nothing more. Men come and go, like the waves of the sea.
Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all; we shall see. One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover―our God is the same God.
You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. This earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its Creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.
God gave you dominion over the beasts, the woods, and the red man, and for some special purpose, but that destiny is a mystery to the red man. We might understand if we knew what it was that the white man dreams―what hopes he describes to his children on long winter nights―what visions he burns onto their minds so that they will wish for tomorrow. But we are savages. The white man’s dreams are hidden from us. And because they are hidden, we will go our own way. For above all else, we cherish the right of each man to live as he wishes, however different from his brothers. There is little in common between us.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we agree, it will be to secure the reservation you have promised. There, perhaps, we may live out our brief days as we wish.
When the last red man has vanished from this earth, and his memory is only the shade of a cloud moving across the prairie, these shores and forests will still hold the spirits of my people. For they love this earth as the newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat.
If we sell you our land, love it as we’ve loved it. Care for it as we’ve cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you take it. And with all your strength, with all your mind, with all your heart, preserve it for your children, and love it . . . as God loves us all.
One thing we know. Our God is the same God. This earth is precious to Him. Even the white man cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see.
Peru: FSC suspends certification of logging company operating in uncontacted Mashco Piro territory
https://survivalinternational.org/news/14022
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American Rescue Plan Award Recipients
https://www.acf.hhs.gov/ana/grants/2021americanrescueplanawardrecipients
Many elders have said that you don’t learn language by sitting in the classroom. ... You have to go and be present and build a relationship with elders to talk about these cultural teachings.
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https://www.chronicle.com/article/native-american-languages-are-disappearing-colleges-could-help-preserve-them
Native American Languages Are Disappearing. Colleges Could Help Preserve Them
I will never forget the teacher in former Yugoslavia in 1982, in high school, when we were studying American colonization and when we got to the King Philip's war. "...and then the tribes were introduced to the European-style genocide." Most of the later-day settlers lived through the thirtie-year war and brought the "habits" to the colonies.
@El dragon
Re: Alleged 30 years war influences on King Phillips war?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Life_expectancy_by_world_region,_from_1770_to_2018.svg
The professor told you those settlers/colonists/western European immigrants were supposed to have lived through a war ending in 1635 and to have brought their experience to a war begun in 1676? In an era where average life span of Europeans was less than 40 years, North American settlers averaging even less?
The Eastern bloc seems to have had a few ideas about the collective West nearly as off kilter as "the West" had about them.
People being people, they will "reinvent the wheel" frequently. Check out how the Aztec came into possessing Mexico and who they killed/enslaved to take possession?
Look at how several cattle herding pastoralist tribes (Zulu & etc.) took over what we now call South Africa, shortly before "the Dutch" Protestants fleeing the Spanish low countries arrived and started to colonize the interior in the 16th-17th century. A few remnants of the original native culture persisted in the Kalihari or other less desirable lands, the rest were killed/enslaved.
Tribal warfare is like that, although many cultures were less "thorough" than the Euros in America/Africa (as adopting young males from the conquered and displaced enlarged the conquerer's fighting aged cohort). It gets more efficient with technology, bringing religion into it certainly does not improve our behavior either.
We suck in this fashion species wide, none of us are immune to the tendency.
Yugoslavia wasn't in the Eastern Block, the 30-year war ended in 1648. The war tradition of the natives in the American Northeast didn't include wholesale murder of women and children. It was shocking to the tribes that allied with the white settlers during that war. And that's true that human isn't immune to such behavior. And in the wise words of Hannibal Lecter: "Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself."
@El dragon
I know Tito did his best to steer Yugoslavia into being "unaligned". But:
Looking at my 7.62×39 Yugoslavian SKS pattern rifle? And knowing that the former Yugoslavian armed forces switched from ammunition compatability with pre WWII Germany to the new USSR standards? Damn the difference anyway, the classification as “Eastern bloc” or not wouldn't have saved them if WWIII had gone hot during the days of USSR. George Bush (the lesser) didn't invent the Pentagon's belief that "you are with us or you are against us".
And yes, we are the gift that keeps on giving. Native American style tribal warfare where young males were adopted by the victor and desirable women married/enslaved WAS a bit less crazy than Euro style flat out "A good Indian is a dead Indian" genocidal warfare. I have read accounts by participants of how the post Civil War US army conducted warfare in the Western frontier, it is chilling.
SKS (PAP) was issued to me during my JNA years. M-48 (8mm) was my basic training rifle.
@El dragon
I also have an unissued M-48 "A", the first version before minor parts switched from milled steel to stamped sheet metal. It is very well made, certainly the best Mauser pattern military surplus rifle I have. Also a Yugoslavian captured and "remilled" German made Mauser with most of the German eagles ground off and a Yugoslavian crest added. Oh, and a Czech vzor 52 pistol, which is quite the space age looking thing!
Some Americans are weird like this, we know too much about other countries through your military surplus and maybe not enough about your human landscape... Have fun & be safe out there.
I don't know, I lost interest in guns. I built AR some 6 years ago, I haven't fired it yet. Bought some reloading equipment it's still in a box.
That's right. And Kevin, as you just rightly said, Israel has been unable to achieve many objectives. Hamas is still there. It's not eradicated like Israel wanted. Then they assassinate leaders of the resistance fighters. And resistance gets stronger, like you see, a stronger attack by Lebanon just less than an hour ago. But still, in the midst of all of this, there is this idea of what they are calling greater Israel. I mean, how could such a thing cross their mind when they are failing even in Gaza?
Well, Zionism is not a rational project. The apologists and propagandists for Zionism in the West have tried to present Zionism as some sort of legitimate national liberation movement. And they've tried to present the so-called state of Israel as a legitimate sort of moderate Western-style democratic secular state. That's what the propaganda says.
But that's just lies as everyone in the region knows. The real source of Zionism is extremist messianic millenarianism, a fanatical philosophy that looks to the coming of what these people, these Zionists, believe will be their Messiah, who is going to be a military conqueror who will subjugate the entire world. And on the way to that goal, they intend to expand the borders of the so-called State of Israel to everything from the Nile River to the Euphrates River. It's been said that the blue stripes on the Israeli flag refer to that project.
So there's a fanatical extremist, deviant, heretical religious project that's driven the creation and endless expansion and endless genocide of the so-called State of Israel. And that means that there's a kind of built-in instability in the mentality of the people there, and their leadership. And we see this most clearly with the kind of raving lunatics in the cabinet of Netanyahu, people like Smotrich and Ben-Gavir, who are fanatical believers in this notion that they can bring on the millennium—a thousand years of peace and joy and happiness for the Jewish people, each of whom will have a thousand plus non-Jewish slaves. They will have completely enslaved the world.
That's what they want. I’s their millenarian vision. And they believe that they will bring on a messiah who will somehow accomplish this for them if they can fight ruthlessly enough. And they don't have to think strategically, because it's a bizarre sacred, heretical religious vision.
So that's really the answer. There are a lot of irrational people in decision-making positions in the Zionist entity.
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