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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels across country in my mobile billboard truck as I attempt to engage in dialogue with people in hopes to wake us up and inspire action to change our country and communities and selves. And it is froth with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society and life we want

Saturday, November 19, 2016

The bitter-sweet of Standing Rock communities



I traverse the immense camps of Standing Rock and marvel deeply at the energy, knowledge, resources heaped generously even ingeniously – and received with such graciousness – from within and outside these Indigenous communities.

The only other time I’ve seen community come together so intensely from nothing, and create a thriving community with so much love and talent and skill has been at Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival.

It is really a miracle and a testament to the appeal that has touched the hearts and opened the generosity of so many – of course Indigenous peoples but I’m focusing here on non-Native, especially white and wealthy (not to be redundant) allies.

And, although I laud the actions and sharing of resources of white allies, I also deeply feel the pain of not just the lack of such sharing with Native folks by white folks pre-Standing Rock camps but their (white) actual hoarding of such resources and exploitation of Native resources resulting in the extreme poverty and despair of Native peoples.

I wonder how Native people must feel, seeing the piles of clothing, the abundance of food, the fresh water systems erected, Wifi  swiftly set up, Yurts of medics and legal and emotional support systems, let alone the $6000 dollar Yurts themselves and other temporary winterized structures that often far outshine what Native people have to go home to.

It must be so bitter sweet to witness all these resources freely given by and provided by whites for these encampments while many Native people have to walk far from their homes early in the morning to fetch water or consume ‘cheap’ unhealthy fast food or send their children to substandard schools.

Let alone survive the rubber bullets of alcoholism, police brutality, drugs and violence.

I know I’m torn between enormous stirrings of pride and amazement at this communities' accomplishments, and deep painful knowledge that white allies should have been dedicating their lives to doing this for the past 500 years.