I’ve finally figured out the best way to kill or maim an endeavour:
let it be.
That’s all one has to do, especially if he he has other, more pressing matters to attend to.
And for a bit, that was working.
But now I’m bored again.
This’ll be one weekend that we don’t have to spend in Columbus, one weekend where I don’t have to wonder on whether or not I’m a life-wasting dummy, one weekend where I can have something to do besides editing Wikipedia or surfing Digg.
Well, Digg can wait at the moment. Too full of “iPhone” stories and other retarded shit ATM to warrant my attention (seriously, why are they going all ga-ga over an Apple rumour? It’s common over there, but that last iPhone story took the cake).
So, I’m posting to LJ while I wait, like I’m at the airport terminal or something.
Currently, I’m reading on Native America’s blood quantum laws.
Concerning them: I find it funny that card-carrying Native Americans of today are willing to tolerate most of the political indignities exacted upon them by both federal and state governments.
For instance, the state Legislature of the Massachusetts Commonwealth, only last year, repealed a 330-year-old Massachusetts law which banned Native Americans from entering the City of Boston.
Oh, and according the Commonwealth of Virginia, all Native Americans living there are considered “colored”. Apparently, they have been “mongrelized” too much with Black people for Virginia’s tastes.
I mean, just……….WTF?
As one of the Cheyenne, whose name means “We Endure”, I think I can safely say that we’re used to the unfairness and, for the most part, shrug it off. When necessary, we buck off the crap piled onto our backs, but for the most part, it’s easier simply to live outside of the White Man’s world, or at least under the radar.
I moved into Virginia two years ago, and I’m more than ready to leave it. The state is more “of the South” than most people are aware; prejudice and racism are present in much greater quantities and frequency than I would have imagined possible. My own tribal nickname of “Colored Wrong” actually works in my favor—most people think I’m white, and I don’t bother to disabuse them of the notion, unless it’s on an important point. My status as “Mr. Outside”, from that perspective, can come in handy sometimes. ~_^
I agree with you: It ain’t right. And it’s become worse than ever, since Christian Nationalism became a known political quantity. Even so, we keep going. We Endure.
I have a question for you, since you live up in that area.
My mother’s family’s oral history dictates that her father’s father, who lived in West Virginia, was of Native American ancestry. Furthermore, it pinpoints his ancestry as either “Blackfoot” or “Black Malagasy”.
While it is very likely that my mother’s father was half-Indian, I’m not as sure about the Blackfoot part, since that would suggest that the guy (my great-grandfather) would’ve traveled all the way from Montana/Alberta/Saskatchewan to some insignificant state in the Appalachians for no currently-obvious reason.
However, since you’re of Cheyenne ancestry and are living in Virginia, I might have to reconsider the Blackfoot ancestry thing.
What brought you to the east coast?
Just some honest questions.
I lived in Houston TX for most of my life, and I got to the point where I had to blast myself out of there or go mad. In December 2004, I stored nearly everything I owned, packed my van with what I could take, put my house on the market, and got the ever-lovin’ hell out of there. I was born in Petersburg VA, although my family moved from there when I was all of 10 months old, so I remembered nothing. I more or less pointed to the map and took a chance.
Indians of all the 500 Nations ebb and flow, so it’s not unusual for people to be from anywhere, or from any tribe. I didn’t grow up with the tribe, for example; my kinship with them came much later. I joke about being “Indian by choice”. ^_^