Dreaming Desire

"Thanksgiving"- a National Day of Mourning

2007-11-21T18:09:16Z

"Thanksgiving"- a National Day of Mourning

an editorial by Publisher/Editor - Terri J Andrews

Never before in the history of America has a subset of this country's
population been so misrepresented, lied about, and viciously
condemned and criticized than the Native American Indians. Our own
history books present a censored and false past that glorifies
the "proud, pure and righteous" settlers, while stereotyping the
original inhabitants as wild savages in war bonnets, running through
the forest looking for food and scalping innocent children and women.

Take a look through a child's history book and you will often note an
image of the pilgrims, colonists and pioneers that include log
cabins, the pursuit of religious freedom and a strong sense of
community. Now look for references to the Native peoples - words such
as "primitive", "massacre", "Earth Gods" and "religious rituals" fill
those same pages. Often times, paintings of the Native Indians hiding
behind trees with tomahawks, watching the unsuspecting Europeans, are
wrongly depicted to children.

This is a common thread woven through the fabric of American history -
a lie that ties together a past built on stolen tradition and absent
information retold in books authored by non-Native Americans.

The Thanksgiving holiday is a perfect example of censorship and the
rewriting of truth. A portrait painted of the friendly Indians and
the openhearted pilgrims coming together to feast after a long, sorry
winter is accepted and tolerated by the American community. But this
portrait is not correct. The story is much deeper than that; so much
deeper that the Native American Indian community calls this day - The
National Day of Mourning - and stages rallies to protest the holiday.
Their reasons are valid. The true story of Thanksgiving is not
something a country should be proud of.

Pilgrims and the Pure Truth

The Pilgrims of New England, who came to this country in 1620, were
not simple refugees from England fighting against oppression and
religious discrimination. They were political revolutionaries and
part of the Puritan movement, which was considered objectionable and
unorthodox by the King of the Church of England. They were outcasts
in their own country, plotting to take over the government, causing
some of the settlers to become fugitives in their own country.

These Puritan Pilgrims saw themselves as the "chosen elect", from the
Bibles' Book of Revelations and traveled to America to build "The
Kingdom of God", also from Revelations. Strict with the scripture,
they considered an enemy of anyone who did not follow suit. These
beliefs were eventually transmitted to the other colonists, and the
Puritan belief system quickly spread across the New England area.

Plymouth Rock of 1620 - Myth or Fact?

This is from an account of the Pilgrims landing -from the book The
American Tradition. Is it myth or factual?

" After some exploring, the Pilgrims chose the land around Plymouth
Harbor for their settlement. Unfortunately, they arrived in December
and were not prepared for the New England weather. However, they were
aided by friendly Indians, who gave them food and showed them how to
grow corn. When warm weather came, the colonists planted, fished,
hunted and prepared themselves for the next winter. After harvesting
their first crop, they and their Indian friends celebrated the first
Thanksgiving."

Answer - BOTH! The American Tradition account is a mix of myth and
fact. Here's why:

Fact:

1. Yes, the "Pilgrims" did come to America in 1620.

2. Yes they were inapt to care for themselves due to the harshness of
the winter and their lack of stored food and supplies.

3. Yes, they did have a "feast".

Myth:

1. They were NOT met by "friendly" Indians who waved them in from the
banks or welcomed their arrival. The Native people did not trust the
whites, having encountered such foreigners before and suffering
severe consequences. The Natives took pity on the settlers and only a
(very) few Native Americans were actually "friendly" to the newcomers.

2. The Native community did not help the colonists because of a deep
friendship, rather it was a custom of their culture and religion to
help those who were in need.

3. The two groups did NOT come together to celebrate the harvest, as
friends, and rejoice in the "first" Thanksgiving. They were meeting
to discuss land rights.

4. Lastly, it was NOT the first Thanksgiving. An Autumnal harvest and
banquet were a tradition of the Native people - a celebration that
was a part of their culture for centuries.

The REAL story of the "first" Thanksgiving

In December of 1620 a splinter group of England's Puritan movement
set anchor on American soil, a land already inhabited by the
Wampanoag Indians. Having been unprepared for the bitter cold
weather, and arriving too late to grow an adequate food supply,
nearly half of the 100 settlers did not survive the winter.

On March 16th, 1621, a Native Indian named Samoset met the Englishmen
for the first time. Samoset spoke excellent English, as did Squanto,
another bilingual Patuxet who would serve as interpreter between the
colonist and the Wampanoag Indians, who, lead by Chief Massasoit,
were dressed as fierce warriors and outnumbered the settlers.

The Wampanoag already had a long history with the white man. For 100
years prior to the Pilgrim landing, they had encounters with European
fishermen, as well as those who worked for slave traders. They had
witnessed their communities being raided and their people stolen to
be sold into slavery. They did not trust the newcomers.

But Squanto was an exception. He had lived with the British, after
being captured by an earlier sailing vessel. He had a deep fondness
for the Europeans - particularly that for a British Explorer named
John Weymouth, who treated Squanto like a son.

Chief Massasoit and Samoset arrived at the colony with over 60 men,
plus Squanto, who acted as a mediator between the two parties.
Squanto was successful at making a peaceful agreement, though it is
most likely that there was a great deal of friction between the
Native community and the colonists. The Englishmen felt that the
Native peoples were instruments of the devil because of their
spiritual beliefs and trusted only the Christian-baptized Squanto.
The Native people were already non-trusting of the white man, except
for Squanto, who looked at the Europeans as being of "Johns People."

It was Squanto who then moved to the English colony and taught them
to hunt, trap, fish and to cultivate their own crops. He educated
them on natural medicine and living off the land. A beloved friend of
the Pilgrims, for if it wasn't for him, they would not if survived.
The Puritian Pilgrims thought of him as an Instrument of God.

Several months later the Wampanoag and the Pilgrims decided to meet
again to negotiate a land treaty needed by the settlers. They hoped
to secure land to build the Plymouth Plantation for the Pilgrims. The
Native people agreed to meet for a 3-day negotiation "conference". As
part of the Wampanoag custom - or perhaps out of a sense of charity
towards the host - the Native community agreed to bring most of the
food for the event.

The peace and land negotiations were successful and the Pilgrims
acquired the rights of land for their people.

In 1622 propaganda started to circulate about this "First
Thanksgiving". Mourts Relation, a book written to publicize the so-
called "wonderfulness" of Plymouth, told of the meeting as a friendly
feast with the Natives. The situation was glamorized by the Pilgrims,
possibly in an effort to encourage more Puritans to settle in their
area. By stating that the Native community was warm and open-armed,
the newcomers would be more likely to feel secure in their journey to
New England.

The sad, sad truth (what happened next)

What started as a hope for peace between the settlers and the
Wampanoag, ended in the most sad and tragic way. The Pilgrims, once
few in number, had now grown to well over 40,000 and the Native
American strength had weakened to less than 3,000. By 1675, one
generation later, tension had grown between the Europeans and the
Native Indians. The Wampanoag called in reinforcements from other
surrounding tribes.

Metacomet, heir and son of Chief Massasoit, became Chief of the
Wampanoag Nation. The English, who referred to Metacomet as King
Phillip, started a war between the two parties when they unjustly
tried and convicted three innocent Wampanoags of murdering an
Englishman, John Sassamon, even though it was well know and accepted
that Sassamon's death was truthfully caused by an accidental fall in
a frozen pond.

Metacomet, furious and in despair, sought revenge for the deaths of
his tribesmen by declaring war. The settlers killed another Native
man, hence settling off the beginning of what is now known as "King
Phillips War." Many Native communities throughout Massachusetts and
Connecticut rallied with the Wampanoags, but the power of the English
was overpowering. Metacomet moved many of his people to New York.
Sadly, his wife and 9-year-old son were captured and sold into
slavery. Brokenhearted, he returned to his homeland - and soon
killed. His death ends the Kings Phillips War and the remaining
Wampanoags, and their allies, were either killed or deported as
slaves for thirty shillings each. This slave trade was so successful
that several Puritan ship owners began a slave-trading business by
raiding the coast for Native American Indians and trading them for
black slaves of Africa. The black slaves were then sold to colonists
in the south. Hence, the Pilgrims were one of the founders of the
American-based slave trading industry.

Thanksgiving Today

For many Native American Indians of present day, the
traditional "Thanksgiving" holiday is not recognized as the
Pilgrim/Indian day popularized in children's history books; rather it
is a day of sorrow and shame. Sorrow for the fallen lives of those
who were lost so long ago, and shame for living in a country who
honors people who used religion and self-righteousness to condone
murder, treachery and slavery.

For the many in the Native community, "Thanksgiving" is a day to
reflect on what has happened (past and present); to pray to the
Creator that more people will know of the truth and show respect
towards the fallen culture; to fast the body; to protest the
commercialization of Thanksgiving; to share their time with the less
fortunate in soup kitchens or shelters; and some take part in a
family meal, honoring the spirit of Chief Massasoit and his initial
charity and intentions of the Wampanoag Indians — who first came to
initiate a peace agreement between them and the newcomers.

Celebrating the spirit of the holiday - without the propaganda that
is attached, is a respectful way to share the day with the Native
American people. Understanding the true historical significance of
their contributions to the day, as well as what the consequences of
their efforts led to be, is even more important. Without the
assistance of Squanto, and the agreement for peace made between the
two cultures, I find it unlikely that the settlers would have lived
so well or even lived at all.

The Native people died so that the colony could flourish. They need
to be remembered, respected and mourned. With them - the Native
forefathers - is a much better place to lay your fondness and your
thanks.

It is with their spirit of generosity and charity that you should
place your foundation for a true and honest "Thanksgiving."

NANOWRIMO STARTS NOW!!!!!

2007-11-01T04:09:52Z

EVERYONE START WRITING!!!
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Friend's only

2007-10-24T18:18:42Z

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I will not friend you unless I know you from somewhere.
Be warned you are subjected to ranting about crafts I'm working on, Asian Ball Jointed dolls and whatever else is on my mind.
thank you.
Have a nice day :)

csi 9pm tonight

2007-05-10T23:52:22Z

Grissom investigates when a sadistic client tries to murder Lady Heather (Melinda Clarke), who makes the probe more difficult when she refuses to name her attacker. Also, Grissom's reunion with Lady Heather makes Sara uneasy.


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dolly tattooing

2007-05-07T14:46:55Z

I tattood Kisten on the right shoulderblade, right palm, and i am going ot do something with his left hand and his feet and maybe a hip.
I gave kitara the pisces symbol on her left bicep. pisces =water.
and claidi a tribal butterfly across her shoulderblades that i am going to color with blues and greens. she was watching kisten get his done and well begged him to sign a consent form for her. it looks adorable. :)

uhh ok lol

2007-04-24T21:06:43Z

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ff12 and poll

2007-04-23T16:33:02Z

packed my memcards, restarted me game. god it takes forever to get to the good parts.
heres the poll
how many of you wear a ring on your left middle finger?
i wear a dragon, some days on the first finger of my left hand i wear a huge moonstone.

i saw someone's hand to day in a mini photostory who wears a silver ring on their middle finger too. so poll up people.

sigh

2007-04-19T21:10:35Z

found my way to denofdemons today...

guess who i brought to work

2007-04-18T16:51:03Z

Kitara, Lex and Nails's body. i forgot his clothing....
thought my dollmore stuff was coming today but alas it didn't.
soo fleur will have a reply later
shiwoo will have a reply and zephyr will get one later or tomorrow when i can bring kisten in.

photostories to do

2007-04-17T21:33:53Z

1- sylvanas leaving
2- kisten to keit
3- lex to shiwoo
4- kitara to fleur
3- kisten to zephyr

squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

2007-04-17T18:19:08Z

http://community.livejournal.com/aihficchallenge/16432.html

sighs

2007-04-12T15:50:29Z

want to post a photostory... we packed one of the sets of power cables for the computers so mine have been taken to power dom's. i told him he could but gods i feel weird without my computer.
watched almost an entire season of stargate atlantis last night....
living in an empty apartment hoping to find out about our new one.

leaving home

2007-04-10T05:07:15Z

we are moving out tomorrow where damned if i know. but i think i sold sylvanas...
:CRIES: i love her i love her face i love her eyes she is perfect and i don't want to sell her at all...
sigh
but out of all of my dolls she has the least written history the least photostories and is the "last one hired first one fired mentality."
I just got her i feel like i betrayed her resin heart.
im whining about a doll instead of about moving... sigh ok im crazy.

adorable

2007-04-01T01:18:56Z

my first photo of sylvanas and the first time i took her out of her bag...
and i have to sell her.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ok doll looks

2007-03-29T06:28:43Z

I keep saying that my dolls don't look the way i want them to they aren't their most gorgeous. but Kisten looks the way i want him to I made him the red outfit and he has the black outfit he stole from nails.
soooo here is my checklist of my resin beauties and whats missing

Kisten:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/LadyFuriae/kistfull.jpg
not so sure i want to keep his wig it was supposed to be lex's but... :shrug:
Jax: My Fae Prince everything but the clothing is right.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/LadyFuriae/faeprinceofvine.jpg
Alexiel: his clothes are partially here... not sure about his wig.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/LadyFuriae/lexpants.jpg
Kitara:
i thought she was perfect until i noticed the tinybear wig she is in makes her look pale.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/LadyFuriae/kitbear.jpg
Sylvanas
she totally needs clothing. has pink heels though...
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/LadyFuriae/sylportrait.jpg
Claidi lives in barbie clothing soo cute :)
Nails i have clothing for him waiting for his head to come back.
and that's it for now lol

rosaries.... so far

2007-03-21T23:23:31Z

my aunt's chaplet, my great grandmom's rosary (1/2) my grandmon's cobalt one (not started)
kisten's- done
nail's- almost done
and a few for other dolls (1 powder blue one done)

rant for people who don't live near me

2007-03-21T07:09:28Z

this is irl so you don't have to read ...

my grandmom died and i can't do anything.. cant eat, sleep, work, write, aything..."
i'm making a cloisonne rosary for her casket.. a chaplet for my aunt out of the same beads and a blue rosary for my other grandmom.
decided im going to make my demon a red mini rosary with ankh. nails needs it lol. and so does kisten...well kisten needs mini knives really...

whatever.
im working on guide's mini house for her/his tiny. its most of the way done and its my best one yet.. its covered in a photo montage of pictures from the hubble telescope...
looking at real photos of space makes me realize just how not empty space is.
then the new state of matter thing... http://www.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=mg19325954.200&feedId=online-news_rss20
my inner geek is in glee over that.

and yet i sit here typing about all of the things i am going to do when i can't sleep because somehow i feel that my time is up and i can't waste it sleeping.

claidi and the complete devil duck army!

2007-03-21T01:39:57Z

38 ducks i think...
and she is holding Green Prime.

doll looks

2007-03-19T03:43:36Z

ok os i have :counts: 7 resin kids. and i only have one who looks the way i want her to and thats kitara.
im going ot go through and post photos of everyone else in every wig i have to see which looks best.
and then sell all of the other wigs.

Plot and tags

2007-03-13T18:10:24Z

I've gone through this entire journal today, still am updating the tags and adding the keyword plot. some of the plot posts that were text only have had photos added.
so if you get bored click on my plot tag and read. thank you :)

perfect match to Fleur (kind of.. no rush i promise i was just bored at work)

2007-03-06T23:23:43Z

I was bored at work and wanted to see if i could recycle photos into stories to pass the time. os some cropping and flipping i get this :)
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Kitara:"what if she doesn't like me anymore?"

Sylvanas (over the phone): Aw Kitara she probably just got busy and didn't have time to talk to you yet. it's ok.

"well ok.. then I'm going to say hello again, is that ok? I want to be her friend she seems so nice from her livejournal."
Slyvanas: "I'm sure that will be ok dear. have fun and call me if you get upset again on?"
Kitara: "ok thanks hugs!!!"
hangs up her phone and flips it open again to the camera function.
sends this to Fleur:
HI! hope you are doing well, just wanted to say hi. TTYS!

places you wouldn't find a pirate

2007-03-02T04:37:46Z

arr there be mini marshmellows ahead!

Kisten watches

2007-02-26T01:10:24Z

"I wish you were here."

"I'm tired and I don't know how much longer I can keep searching for her. I need to return her to her family.
I wish.. you were here to stay with me."

oh how i love the sims 2

2007-02-07T08:25:32Z

Art contest! (Sort of..)

2007-01-15T00:17:52Z

Really photo heavy...

Jax sits in his daily nook in the bough of a tree.

“Noble, beautiful and strong.” Jax said. “my sister… I haven’t seen her in so many years.” The fae Prince lookes weary while contemplating this.

The ivy whispers their condolences to him.
“Hush now”, he mutters, “All will be well in time.” To soothe his troubled mind he decides to speak it all so that the Ivy may know and that the wind may carry his words to the gods.
“I am Jax, Fae Prince of the vine, son of Feanor & Silmara, heir to the living forest of FosterEld, held in trust and loving care by the nymphs , middle son of the elders. I am here before you to scream to the winds that I still quest."
The winds whip about him moved by his words.

My youngest sister, a priestess of the moon elves, has been stolen from her moonpool.

My sister as a seer, spent her days in meditation. She spoke to the spirits of the earth. Her duty to help us keep harmony. We live on this earth and must be made to never forget that we can listen to her voice, that we must maintain its health and beauty.

The sacred pool of light where she meditates daily has been violated by something that we cannot track or find. This creature has left nothing but an impression on the pools. The last thing the moonlight saw was my sister head bowed to the waters, waiting her fate.

We have hired rogues,

I have summoned ghosts,

Our family has enlisted the aid of our elven cousins, to search the celestial fires,

I have even asked a Summoner to call for her spirit in hopes that we may drag her through the planes to us and to safety.

But it has proven to be futile and harmful to those who have tried. We have even lost some of her Moon sisters.

The druid walkers of the plains do not hear her.

The mortal seers and wielders of fate have even come to us allowing that their sight be tainted by mortality, better suited to the physical planes.

Even the blind ones cannot find her.
We fear that her soul is lost in an abyss."

He pauses to catch his breath.. then continues in the voice of a lordling, strong and true.
"I will search for her for the rest of my existance.
I beg of you, all the fates that listen.
Send us the MoonPriest, an Elven Lord who can find her through moonlight and water.

One who shares her visions and is tied to her in a way that no one else is.
Send us her light, her muse, her other half.

He shares her tattoos and her skinlight as only another of the moonlight can.
Please as a last empassioned plea, help me save my sister."

The wind ceases, the light dims, Even the Ivy is silenced as he waits.

His faceup would be the three or four shades of pale blue as seen in the photos. those elves are my favorite to play. I will probably finish modding him to make him more even. but he would be a powerful beautiful elf one who walks in moonlight and calls to the waters of life. he would wear blue robes of power, that i would make.