MNN. Aug. 7, 2017. Palm trees cannot be transplanted to the Arctic. Celebrated author, Joseph Boyden, is on a search for his native roots, which is somewhere in Europe.
Our mother created us as part of the natural world on great turtle island. A bear knows it’s a bear. it doesn’t take classes or read up on itself to learn who they are. If an onkwe-hon-weh, a true natural person of turtle island, grew up in Finland, who are they? Their color and brain remain onkwe-hon-weh. If a plant or tree from the Precambrian Shield is moved to Saudi Arabia, it does not become an indigenous vegetation of Saudi Arabia.
Europeans hydraponicked themselves onto our land. They tried to plant themselves and their vegetation here. They’re fading away like the sun setting at night.
The white race has the lowest birth rate in the world. The men have become 60% sterile worldwide. Scientists say their race could die out in three generations, with the help of drug and alcohol abuse.
They don’t belong here. Invitro fertilization is becoming more necessary for them to continue to exist. They have the highest rate of the deadly Alzheimer disease of any race in the world. They continue to defy the true natural world order of our mother earth. Like their government repopulation will be done artificially.
Their dream of becoming the true natural inhabitants of great turtle island is impossible. They are temporary occupiers who mistreat our mother and all life here.
Their search for identity is putting us at risk. Their handlers declare these pseudo INDIANS as our thinkers, spokespersons and beacons of our people. Why doesn’t the Globe & Mail talk to the real onkwe-hon-weh. Print facts, not fiction.
BREAKING NEW GROUND
Their identity complex is trying to mess us up. How often do we hear that they are “even more INDIAN than the INDIANS”.
Our mother won’t allow them to transfer their loss of identity onto us.
Hey, intruders, you could go to the Middle East and try to become arabs, if they’ll let you. Writers like Joe could write about an imaginary ancestor like Saladin, the sultan of Egypt and Syria.
In 1955 the Platters sang about pretenders: “Oh-oh, yes I’m the great pretender. Pretending that I’m doing well. My need is such I pretend too much. I’m lonely but no one can tell. Oh-oh, yes I’m the great pretender, Adrift in a world of my own . . .