I pledge allegiance to World Peace,
And to being peaceful, Loving
and True to God as I understand God,
while tolerating others and their
beliefs, gods and names for them.
I reject nationalism, racism and borders,
accept boundaries as sound and safe,
but not as weapons to degrade, dehumanize
and exclude my fellow human beings
seeking a good and free day, as we all are.
I declare gratitude to God, my higher power,
the Native Great Spirit, the bible, the
Tao Te Ching, all human effort to be godly
and better than we are… We are powerless
over events, results, the future! Admitting…
Is the start of a happy life, Truth the key;
without it we have nothing, no peace of mind,
nothing to give, sort of like trying to go out
one day without sleep the night before,
thinking you could possibly enjoy…
San Miguel del Mundo! Not on maps only,
but in my heart, one that prays for a less racist,
honest and peaceful America that admits
the truth that people are not in charge,
Democracies are a myth, and Love is all.
by Óscar Rodríguez y Bill Watkins
Esperaba el día en que mis
pupilas te sirvieran de espejo
A mirror to remind us all,
from Trump to the Taj Mahal
Que sirviera de brida a tus
recuerdos para cabalgar hasta
ese viaje que fue el origen de
nuestro inesperado encuentro—
Estoy un poco perdido—
Brida es el freno que se pone
en la boca a los caballos
Okay, I understand now, you
want to go back to our own
personal pasado. To the time
I jumped on a Guadalajara bus
with you; I watched your students’
play and we met as brothers
Esa noche hablamos largamente,
de nuestras naciones y sus lazos,
sin lugar para los desencuentros,
tú ojos azules y yo ojos castaños,
tú cabello rubio y yo cabello negro,
pero nuestros pechos latiendo en
hermandad naciente dos corazones
I Googled that, it’s beautiful:
“That night we talked at length,
about our nations and their ties,
with no place for disagreements,
you blue eyes and I brown eyes,
your blond hair and I black hair,
but our breasts beating in
brotherhood rising two equally
That’s poetry, it’s truth. It’s
beautiful truth, the brotherhood
of all human beings despite outside
differences from looks to language.
What are national borders next to
love, open minds and Spirit?
Yo, mexicano, con olor a tierra
mojada y papel picado de colores
haciendo mariposas sobre mis ideas,
bebiendo el misticismo de una
mezcla de culturas y orgulloso
de mis raíces mestizas.
Yo, sin casa, hijo de Europa,
ladrón de tierra indígena.
I’m sorry, in English—I’m a land
thief without a home, Celtic and
Viking mixed with Roman, tweaked
on violence, conquest and murder.
(My passport says I’m “American”)
Pero esa noche los dos fuimos
ante todo humanos, hijos de una
misma América, respirando un
mismo aire que no respeta las
fronteras, un aire que no paga pasaje,
que no requiere visa, y que en ese
momento de cercanía era un
vínculo invisible, un lazo cósmico
que nos hermanaba.
Lo irónico… the ironic thing being
that we were brought together in
that moment of fraternity and
raceless, borderless friendship
on a trip sponsored by my father,
yes my dad. No Spanish, no great
care for Mexico or indigenous roots,
just a white man of business,
reaping the benefits of his
own hard work, yes—
But of his race. We stole land
and had slaves work it, called
that a country.
You met a recovering racist, sexist,
alcoholic land thief in 1995
Yo no ignoraba entonces que mi
nación perdió medio país ante
el suyo por la estupidez de mis
antepasados y la codicia de sus
ancestros, pero en mi universo
no cabe culpar a nadie por los
errores o los pecados de otros,
así que le llamé como quise,
y quise llamarle hermano.
Brothers whether we say it or not.
Words fail at times, so do ancestors…
De la misma semilla,
From the same seed
No matter how many
Buildings built or guns shot,
Walls conceived, fears stoked,
yelling “puto” at the soccer match,
all our sins from fear or ignorance
or both. Hermanos!
To smile or joke, eternal life
in times with friends or brothers
like you, turning “homesick in
Mexico” into an open door, Family,
covering “usos de mamá,” maldichos—
Te amo, chico—
Más allá de los muros antiguos
como el que cayó en Berlín, más
allá de los nuevos muros nacidos
del miedo y la ignorancia, más allá
de la segunda enmienda y de las
armas, ahí estamos nosotros que
sabemos quienes somos, que
sabemos que el amor tiene los
ojos y la piel de mil colores y de
ninguno, que sentimos como laten
fuertemente, dentro de nuestros
pechos, dos corazones igualmente
Pues, hermanos somos
Brothers are we, forged by
Love and need,
Not the politics of fake scenery,
walls of plastic and stone, metals
that forget the common seed,
neglect the students’ mirror,
our childhood dream to love
and be loved—
Youth inside us all, even Donald
Trump, boys and girls at play on
this Earth, in this life, on this day
y ahora , ya maduros, con el cabello
rubio y el cabello negro llenándose
de canas igualmente blancas,
más allá de las barras y las estrellas,
de las águilas calvas y las águilas
reales, de las serpientes, de los muros
y las escaleras, más allá del
Thunderbird y de Quetzalcóatl, de
los wendigos y los nahuales, del Día
de Muertos y el Halloween, del
guacamole y las french fries, de
las historias verdaderas y las oficiales,
más allá de todo eso estamos nosotros,
mi amigo, mi hermano, y te amo.
Abrazos para mi,
Abrazos para ti,
En la tierra sin nombre
Que es amor…
y como decía San Juan de la Cruz:
“Donde no hay amor, pon amor,
y encontrarás amor”…
Even on a bus to nowhere,
With an open mind and heart to
love, the child’s path calls us to play.
Family is there, the will of God,
Octavio’s Paz, the peace in making
y si el tiempo y la distancia
no pudieron apagar la hoguera
que encendimos, si Cronos el impío
no pudo deshacer el nudo que
formamos con nuestros latidos,
Donald y su muro pasarán a la
historia como una curiosidad, como
una anécdota más en el libro de
las vergüenzas de la humanidad.
Donald? Hah! A nothing, really.
He is the tip of the racist iceberg,
Love is the answer, he and his kind,
of which I used to be a member,
need love, but sadly may never
It’s the enlightened artist’s job
to share truth,
The enlightened person’s to pray
for others, help the sick. But
should they not want help,
we move on, heal ourselves,
win the fight over our own demons
to shine as a beacon to the
hopeless and homeless.
Los verdaderos artistas no
aceptamos las fronteras ni
compartimos la imbecilidad
de construir murallas, los verdaderos
humanos sabemos que la historia
va a poner a cada quien en su lugar.
Pobre don nadie, su cara va a
quedar junto a las de aquellos
tiranos que dice odiar.
Es fácil odiar a su enemigo…
Pero lo que ayuda mas este
universo es AMAR nuestro enemigo.
Perdonar… Por eso, invito Trump
a Boyle Heights para una horchata
In setting out to write a large scale law book for high school aged kids, called Law for the American People, I came across such obvious and blatant proof of land theft that I stopped the project. To use a term popular in law practice, the discussion of “American law” became moot, as proof added up to the very clear idea that the United States government is invalid, based on land theft, crimes against humanity and covering up those crimes.
Its sins and invalidity derive from sins of the British crown, the Spanish crown and other European edicts that posed the invalid argument that native people’s ignorance of the Bible and the Christian religion made them unworthy to hold land.
The following reports of the critical period of world history sometimes referred to as the “Discovery and Colonization of the Americas.” It is an indictment that should allow the reader to see the usurpation of land leading to invalid claims of “country.” By the first official Thanksgiving Proclamation of 1676, an early conquest of the land had transpired, its original inhabitants pushed out after initial periods of trade and occasional friendship.
Norse explorer Leif Erikson is thought to be the first European to set foot in land most now call America, around A.D. 1000. His stay in Newfoundland was a short one, and no significant roots took hold, but being of Viking blood myself I’m proud to throw in that “law” is a word derived from the Norse “lag”—referring to “laying down.” Their courts were an important thing, called in fact things.
Hundreds of years after the Leif Erikson discovery, Europe gazed west across the vast ocean, in the hopes of conquering, discovering and subduing an unknown land. Italian born Cristoforo Colombo was called Cristóbal Colón in Spain, where he shoved off in the Spring of 1492 to “discover and subdue some islands and Continent in the ocean”—promised by the Spanish crown admiralty, a Vice-Roy-ship and to be Governor of said islands and Continent.
In his journal, Colón spoke of native people as “naked,” “poor,” appearing to “have no religion.” From his October 11, 1492 entry, Colón painted a picture of a people not to the level of Spanish or European people, with no weapons, no irons, easily-converted to the Christian faith, and that they “would be good servants.” That the people were not religious is contradicted in Colón’s October 14 entry, where he describes the natives approaching with gifts,
giving thanks to God, prostrating themselves on the earth, and lifting up their hands to heaven.
The people Colón found were, according to the Admiral, “simple in war-like matters.” There is no question of Colón and the Spanish crown’s attitude toward the native people who lived on the islands he discovered. Colón writes, “I could conquer the whole of them with fifty men, and govern them as I pleased.” They conquered, possessed and named lands that did not belong to them, and at the same time called themselves “Christian,” a religion centered in loving one’s neighbor as oneself, peace, and the ten commandments forbidding murder, lying and stealing.
The term “America” is a Latinized, feminine version of Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci’s first name. He was said to first propose that Cristoforo Colombo’s 1492 land discovery was part of a New World and a larger continent, memorialized in Martin Waldseemüller’s 1507 map of the region.
Of course, this “America” and “New World” was a discovery to Europeans, not to the people already inhabiting this land, known to different native tribes by different names. Researching a unifying native name for this land was fruitless, as the consciousness of national borders, oceans and other lands were not of great concern to a people engaged with day to day living here.
The arrival of explorers, conquerors and settlers from Europe and elsewhere into this land naturally brought more native consciousness of other lands, and for the purpose of this piece, “America” shall be the accepted name for this general land at times in this essay. “America” is also a euphemism for the “United States” quite often, to the occasional dismay and protest of other North, South and Central American countries.
The Tudor Dynasty in England (1485-1603) brought in the Age of European Exploration, something continued with the Stuarts of the 17th century. Battles were fought in repeated cycles between Parliament and the Crown, as to what or who had the power to govern, the Magna Carta of 1215 standing tall as a Constitution and firewall against royal bullying. In the English Charter to Sir Walter Raleigh of March 25, 1584, Queen Elizabeth spelled out the Crown’s exploration and “colonization” goals, a couple more euphemisms for finding and stealing land from non-Christian people:
[W]e give and graunt to our trustie and welbeloved servant Walter Raleigh, Esquire, and to his heires assignes for ever, free libertie and licence from time to time, and at all times for ever hereafter, to discover, search, finde out, and view such remote, heathen and barbarous lands, countries and territories, not actually possessed of any Christian Prince.
Non-Christians were not considered valid people to Spanish and English explorers, at least where land rights were concerned. Further, Queen Elizabeth charged Raleigh to “inhabite or remaine, there to build and fortify” at his discretion—a goal of the English empire in America and elsewhere for the next few hundred years.
After Raleigh’s failed attempt at colonizing Roanoke Island off modern-day North Carolina, the British succeeded in planting “Jamestown” in the midst of Powhatan tribal land in 1607. The English soldiers, including Watkins relations to myself, were led by Captain John Smith, whose interactions with the tribes—including “Pocahontas”—are well chronicled. Actually, her name is sacred, like the Jewish YHWH. “Matoax” was her real name, one protected by the tribes because they knew the white invaders might misuse it at some point. She was a goddess-princess, and according to sources, saved these English colonists, including John Smith and my Watkins relations, by providing goods to help them survive a brutal winter, and by teaching planting techniques. I wrote a poem to honor her, included in the Appendix of this piece.
Captain John Smith calls the land Wingandacoa in his Generall Historie before it “was called Virginia by Queen Elizabeth.” Attanaughkomouck was another name associated with the land the British called Virginia, seen in the caption below of Matoax, nicknamed “Pocahontas.” The image is a painted copy of an engraving by Simon de Passe (1616), when the Powhatan princess was twenty-one years old visiting England. The caption reads: “Matoaks als Rebecka daughter to the mighty Prince Powhatan Emperour of Attanaughkomouck als virginia converted and baptized in the Christian faith and wife to the wor M. Joh Rolff.” Another name for the area was Tsenacommacoh, or Tsenahcommacah, penned by English historian William Strachey while he visited America in around 1613.
As mentioned, the false name “Pocahontas” was given by the tribes to the white colonists, in order to protect her honor and legacy. To this day, ignorant white users of the goddess-princess’ false name dishonor all Native Americans by using it as a slur to denigrate people. The land itself had native names associated with it, but the English colonists evidently did not cross the Atlantic Ocean to learn about native culture, and co-exist with non-Christians.
On April 10, 1606, King James of England signed the Virginia Charter, which was a business proposition, offering certain “Knights, Gentlemen, merchants and other Adventurers” permission to “make habitation, plantation and to deduce a Colony of sundry of our people into that part of America commonly called Virginia.” Queen Elizabeth of England, the “Virgin Queen,” gave her name to this land in 1584, while Sir Walter Raleigh explored its coastline. One must delve into the psychology of conquest and imperialism to truly understand naming a land already named, inhabiting a land already inhabited.
In relatively small, highly populated European lands, boundaries, divisions and land deeds were normal components of life and law—a grave contrast to bands of Native Americans, living off the land in relatively larger territories, sparser populations. When the British came, the native paradise of shared living on the Great Spirit’s land ended. Queen Elizabeth from across an ocean named the land “Virginia,” then this group of men colonized “Jamestown” there, after their King James.
One could argue that the financial goals of usurpation were closely related to the religious “lip service,” ascribed by Benjamin Woolley in his book, Savage Kingdom. The British leaders were on a high horse, it seems, dismissing the native people as mere “people living in darkness.” (full quote below) Such a description justified conquest beautifully, the power of words and euphemism evident to reduce a people in every meaningful way, paving the way for European pavement, civilization and supposed “progress,” discussed later.
Wee, greately commending and graciously accepting theire desires to the furtherance of soe noble a worke which may, by the providence of Almightie God, hereafter tende to the glorie of His Divine Majestie in propagating of Christian religion to suche people as yet live in darkeness and miserable ignorance of the true knoweledge and worshippe of God and may in tyme bring the infidels and salvages living in those parts to humane civilitie and to a setled and quiet govermente, doe by theise our lettres patents grciously accepte of and agree to their humble and well intended desires…
The above passage reminds of a similar occurrence in Spain, when seeking to conquer America with religion and guns. In his letter to the Taino-Arawak Indians, who Admiral Colón had first encountered on Hispaniola, King Ferdinand notified of certain “facts” of creation and Bible myth:
In the name of King Ferdinand and Juana, his daughter, Queen of Castile and Leon, etc., conquerors of barbarian nations, we notify you as best we can that our Lord God Eternal created Heaven and earth and a man and woman from whom we all descend for all times and all over the world.
Please allow the remainder of the letter below inserted to serve as a Spanish imperial “case” for usurpation and land ownership:
In the 5000 years since creation the multitude of these generations caused men to divide and establish kingdoms in various parts of the world, among whom God chose St. Peter as leader of mankind, regardless of their law, sect or belief. He seated St. Peter in Rome as the best place from which to rule the world and rule all people, whether Christians, Moors, Jews, Gentiles or any other sect. He was named Pope, which means admirable and greatest father, governor of all men. Those who lived at that time obeyed St. Peter as Lord and superior King of the universe, and so did their descendants obey his successors and so on to the end of time.
The late Pope gave these lands and mainland of the ocean and the contents hereof to the above-mentioned King and Queen, as is certified in writing and you may see the documents if you should so desire. Therefore, Their Highnesses are lords and masters of this land; they were acknowledged as such when this notice was posted, and were and are being served willingly and without resistance; then, their religious envoys were acknowledged and obeyed without delay, and all subjects unconditionally and of their own free will became Christians and thus they remain. Their Highnesses received their allegiance with joy and benignity and decreed that they be treated in this spirit like good and loyal vassals and you are under the obligation to do the same.
Therefore, we request that you understand this text, deliberate on its contents within a reasonable time, and recognize the Church and its highest priest, the Pope, as rulers of the universe, and in their name the King and Queen of Spain as rulers of this land, allowing the religious fathers to preach our holy Faith to you. You own compliance as a duty to the King and we in his name will receive you with love and charity, respecting your freedom and that of your wives and sons and your rights of possession and we shall not compel you to baptism unless you, informed of the Truth, wish to convert to our holy Catholic Faith as almost all your neighbors have done in other islands, in exchange for which Their Highnesses bestow many privileges and exemptions upon you.
One might begin to analyze the merits or inferiority of this “case.” The final push of King Ferdinand’s letter to this band of native people, a carrot having already been offered, now the stick shown:
Should you fail to comply, or delay maliciously in so doing, we assure you that with the help of God we shall use force against you, declaring war upon you from all sides and with all possible means, and we shall bind you to the yoke of the Church and of Their Highnesses; we shall enslave your persons, wives and sons, sell you or dispose of you as the King sees fit; we shall seize your possessions and harm you as much as we can as disobedient and resisting vassals. And we declare you guilty of resulting deaths and injuries, exempting Their Highnesses of such guilt as well as ourselves and the gentlemen who accompany us. We hereby request that legal signatures be affixed to this text and pray those present to bear witness for us, etc.
Thus the parallel between the Spanish and British approach to grabbing land and intimidating its natural inhabitants. While Spain threatened and appealed to fear, British explorers were asked to propagate the British way of life to…
“suche people as yet live in darkeness and miserable ignorance of the true knoweledge and worshippe of God and may in tyme bring the infidels and salvages living in those parts to humane civilitie and to a setled and quiet govermente…”
There is no evidence that any native people of the land we now call America was living in “darkness and misery.” To the contrary, if one takes time to study the native way of life and the wisdom of native chiefs, one might conclude the reverse was true—that European conquerors were living in darkness and misery, and that the natural life of the native tribes was in fact closer to paradisiacal than savage. Perusing Kent Nerburn’s The Wisdom of the Native Americans, you come across passages like this, from Chief Luther Standing Bear’s writings:
From Wakan Tanka, the Great Spirit, there came a great unifying life force that flowed in and through all things—the flowers of the plains, blowing winds, rocks, trees, birds, animals—and was the same force that had been breathed into the first man. Thus all things were kindred, and were brought together by the same Great Mystery.
Kinship with animals, a oneness with nature, living in harmony, never wasting or polluting, even refraining from bad words. Zitkala-Sa of the Yankton Sioux once remarked:
There is no swear word in the Indian languages, and I haven’t yet learned to swear.
Telling, I’d say, and evidence that “humane civilitie” may have been more on the side of the naked brown people, than the gun-toting, cursing, grog-drinking white Europeans.
European explorers and adventurers aimed to take possession of land for themselves and their kings, queens and country. The land they found in America was occupied by people who enjoyed living there, so when armed European ships with armed crews showed up with a mandate to take land inhabited by native tribes, I think it’s fair to surmise that war began between Europeans and Native Americans in 1492.
“Armed conflict” could include a threat of violence, as shown in the letter from King Ferdinand to the Taino-Arawak, but usually war refers to violence by two or more parties. Explicit warfare between the British and the native tribes began in 1607, at the latest. What was the first “shot?”
By natural or any modern law, to sail a ship over an ocean to visit a piece of land is perfectly fine and admirable, and not in itself an act of war. To land in a country inhabited by other people, okay. To visit and trade, attempt to communicate and establish trading and relationships—outstanding.
How about building a fort without a word or permission from local inhabitants? Some might call such a project a hostile act, maybe “usurping” or even theft. Ownership is a controversial idea and requires its own discussion; Europeans came from a tradition of owning and fencing off land, but often nomadic native American people saw land and “property” differently.
“Some of our chiefs make the claim that the land belongs to us. It is not what the Great Spirit told me. He told me that the lands belong to Him, that no people owns the land; that I was not to forget to tell this to the white people when I met them in council.”
—Kanekuk, Kickapoo Prophet
At what point is there a case for land theft? Even if Kanekuk is right, that ownership of land is a matter not for people but higher powers, did English, Spanish or other European adventurers have a legitimate right to claim and own land inhabited by native people?
Perhaps it’s helpful to examine again how religion and the Bible were used to justify the acquisition of land in America. Conquest and usurpation justified by religion are still what they are: conquest and usurpation. Can a government based on those events ever be just or justly obeyed?
The British philosopher and political thinker John Locke wrote about the nature of government, religious tolerance, and of matters above mentioned, Conquest and Usurpation. To Locke, no government was valid without the “consent of the governed,” which put in question the validity of any government set up on top of conquest or usurpation. Ironically, Locke used the word “usurp” not just regarding land and property, but to describe the use of godliness as a threatening club to further other kinds of usurpation:
“It is vain for any man to usurp the name of Christian, without holiness of life, purity of manners, benignity and meekness of spirit.”
Locke noted the futility of Conquest and Usurpation as a means to govern, because…
“…the aggressor, who puts himself into the state of war with another, and unjustly invades another man’s right, can, by such an unjust war, never come to have a right over the conquered…”
Locke goes on to argue the absurdity of injustice leading to good government, posing that reasonable
men will not think that robbers and pirates have a right of empire over whomsoever they have force enough to master, or that men are bound by promises which unlawful force extorts from them.
That’s Locke, but is it law? And could someone argue that “All’s fair in love and war,” or that “To the victor belong the spoils,” or even draw on Charles Darwin’s “survival of the fittest?” Some equate might with right, and equate physical strength, weapons of war, and force with entitlement.
War between Europeans and native Americans did not end in a major way until the 1890’s, and struggles continue today with oil pipelines jetting under native burial grounds, protests, arrests. You cannot expect a people with spirit and love for the land to walk away from it lightly.
A man who would not love his father’s grave is worse than a wild animal.
—Chief Joseph, Nez Perce
“We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of the 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, and his children’s birthright is forgotten.”
Suqwamish and Duwamish
The war path is an unavoidable one, I’m afraid, in the study of American Law. The bibles and guns brought from Europe to this country, concepts of law from the Magna Carta to Parliament checking the king—Clashed with the unwritten honor and spirit of natural living found in 1492 and still fighting for life today.
Instructions from the Crown to explorers were explicit, and a call for expansion went out, European nations competing to conquer and own a land natives and some wise people say cannot be owned. But in Europe a different history, land and set of conditions gave rise to “land ownership” and distinct borders, laying law down—including those in the Bible—and to advanced weapons of war.
Two ways to de-populate America were underway from the first explorers, first by denying natives were people, second by warring with and expelling them from land so craved by Europe to increase profit and the size of empires.
In 1607, “The Salvages assault the Fort,” reported Captain John Smith in the introductory table to his General Historie, page one. An assault brought on by fears and failures in communication, the English charter to conquer and convert a people obviously offended by that mandate. Captain Smith’s account reports that a distant relative of mine, James Watkins, “slew” a native man while holding him hostage during trading along the Rappahannock River in 1608.
In the New England Charter of 1620, English settlers in America demonstrated their hostility to native people by celebrating their diseased state, decline and demise:
“… there hath by God’s Visitation reigned a wonderful Plague, together with many horrible Slaughters, and Murthers, committed amongst the Savages and brutish People there, heertofore inhabiting, in a Manner to the utter Destruction, Devastation, and Depopulation of that whole Territorye…”
Europeans had a way of life that included land ownership and a bible, and had come to this new land to live in their old way. The natives were a thorn in their plans, but as more and more Whites came, and more calamity befell the native people, white Europeans felt their conquest was coming, and that their Judeo-Christian concept of “God” would grant them a great victory:
“Almighty God in his great Goodness and Bountie towards Us and our People, hath thought fitt and determined, that those large and goodly Territoryes, deserted as it were by their naturall Inhabitants, should be possessed and enjoyed by such of our Subjects and People as heertofore and hereafter by his Mercie and Favour, and by his Powerful Arme, be directed and conducted thither.”
Appealing to religion and the god of their understanding, perhaps the “pious fraud” fallacy could describe an un-Christian land grab by supposed Christians, hurting non-Christians. Hurting all humanity? The Earth? The Great Spirit?
“…We may with boldness goe on to the settling of soe hopeful a Work, which tendeth to the reducing and Conversion of such Savages as remain wandering in Desolacion and Distress, to Civile Societie and Christian Religion, to the Inlargement of our own Dominions, and the Advancement of the Fortunes of such of our good Subjects…”
“Good subjects?” Don’t people read the bible they tout as omnipotent? “Only God is good,” said its great teacher, Jesus. And there is a great problem nut-shelled: proclaiming oneself a Christian does not make one a Christian. The men and women who came across the Atlantic Ocean, looked down on native people as less than people were not Christian. They could not have been, for how can one live by the gun, judge other people, kill and steal—then say fairly that they are religious followers of the Ten Commandments and God, through his son, Jesus Christ, who taught to “judge not, lest ye be judged.” Who taught the blessings of meekness, humility and loving others…
Land was desired. Men and women from Europe took it by force, after much warfare and fighting. Reducing the native people as less than people because they did not have a book to tout was part of an important pious fraud, justifying murder and land theft as part of a religious cleansing.
Actus Reus (Guilty Act)
Mens Rea (Guilty Mind)
Or… “consciousness of guilt.”
Petition of Right, Confederation and the First Thanksgiving
While the war against Native Americans raged, English people continued their fight for rights, pushing back on power-hungry kings. Parliament issued a reminder about the Magna Carta and its promise to King Charles I, lest he forget and tax without the people’s consent. The petition asked “that no tallage or aid shall be laid or levied by the king or his heirs in this realm without the good will and assent of” Parliament and the people. And “that no freeman may be taken or imprisoned…” without due process of law, material right out of the Magna Carta, revisited and as a reminder. One could call the petition, “Magna Carta 2.0,” and it had teeth and kept the king in check.
But whatever England did, its citizens abroad struggled to plant themselves successfully on land inhabited by well-organized, seasoned native peoples. The English in America were frustrated that those “savages” would not go away easily, were a thorn in their side, and more and more felt it important to unify as a way to be safe and spread their presence. Articles of Confederation were drawn “between Plantations under the Government of Massachusetts, the Plantations under the Government of New Plymouth, the Plantations under the Government of Connecticut, and the Government of New Haven.” This is a quote from the New England Articles of Confederation of 1643, useful as insight into English motives:
“Whereas we all came into these parts of America with one and the same end and aim, namely, to advance the Kingdom of our Lord Jesus Christ and to enjoy the liberties of the Gospel in purity with peace; and whereas in our settling (by a wise providence of God) we are further dispersed upon the sea coasts and rivers than was at first intended, so that we can not according to our desire with convenience communicate in one government and jurisdiction; and whereas we live encompassed with people of several nations and strange languages which hereafter may prove injurious to us or our posterity.”
Leading to a call to unite under the name of the “United Colonies of New England,” the British settlers have painted quite a picture. First, in all my studies of the gospels and words of Jesus, I never quite saw a calling to “advance” a physical kingdom in Jesus Christ’s name. Spreading the love of the gospels, the good news of faith healing and self-sacrifice yielding the peace of heaven—yes. Land grabbing and forced conversions, or wholescale judging of other cultures—no.
It may be that the pious fraud is still the thing to eyeball; that these were a desperate people who had left the graves of their fathers, crossed a perilous ocean to start a new life, and when they saw a native people in the way of that new start, the lie was perpetrated that the extermination and removal of those people was pious and in accordance with their god’s will. Desperate acts and words by desperate people looking for a safe home, or perhaps to satisfy greed, wanderlust, discontent and other sinful behavior all men and women are vulnerable to commit.
The colonists demonstrated their gratitude to God in the First Thanksgiving Proclamation of June 20, 1676. A lot of us in this land grew up thinking that Thanksgiving originated from a positive interaction between Native Americans and Pilgrims—friendship, love and food to honor God.
A great website, http://www.let.rug.nl/usa/, yields this shocker to upend the Thanksgiving myth of Natives and white colonists living together in grateful harmony:
On June 20, 1676, the governing council of Charlestown, Massachusetts, held a meeting to determine how best to express thanks for the good fortune that had seen their community securely established. By unanimous vote they instructed Edward Rawson, the clerk, to proclaim June 29 as a day of thanksgiving, our first.
The document proves that Victory in War over Native Americans, not harmony with them, was the cause for gratitude of European colonists in America in the seventeenth century:
“The Holy God having by a long and Continual Series of his Afflictive dispensations in and by the present Warr with the Heathen Natives of this land, written and brought to pass bitter things against his own Covenant people in this wilderness, yet so that we evidently discern that in the midst of his judgements he hath remembered mercy, having remembered his Footstool in the day of his sore displeasure against us for our sins, with many singular Intimations of his Fatherly Compassion, and regard; reserving many of our Towns from Desolation Threatened, and attempted by the Enemy, and giving us especially of late with many of our Confederates many signal Advantages against them, without such Disadvantage to ourselves as formerly we have been sensible of, if it be the Lord’s mercy that we are not consumed, It certainly bespeaks our positive Thankfulness, when our Enemies are in any measure disappointed or destroyed; and fearing the Lord should take notice under so many Intimations of his returning mercy, we should be found an Insensible people, as not standing before Him with Thanksgiving, as well as lading him with our Complaints in the time of pressing Afflictions:
The Council has thought meet to appoint and set apart the 29th day of this instant June, as a day of Solemn Thanksgiving and praise to God for such his Goodness and Favour, many Particulars of which mercy might be Instanced, but we doubt not those who are sensible of God’s Afflictions, have been as diligent to espy him returning to us; and that the Lord may behold us as a People offering Praise and thereby glorifying Him; the Council doth commend it to the Respective Ministers, Elders and people of this Jurisdiction; Solemnly and seriously to keep the same Beseeching that being perswaded by the mercies of God we may all, even this whole people offer up our bodies and soulds as a living and acceptable Service unto God by Jesus Christ.”
“It certainly bespeaks our positive Thankfulness, when our Enemies are in any measure disappointed or destroyed…” That contrasts quite a lot what I was taught in school: that the Indians and Pilgrims got together for a big gratitude party, started a national holiday.
This was war from the start: White versus Native, from 1492 to 1890, with remnants of that war continuing with every new oil pipeline dropping under Native burial grounds, and every protest over that, and every arrest. These states were never really united, our government made by white people for white people. Europeans may have been abused by religious intolerance and greedy monarchs at home, but it is clear when looking at the history of colonization in America, that those same Europeans were okay abusing Native Americans to achieve their freedom through a proclaimed religious war.
Independence from the British? Do We Care?
While fighting against Native Americans continued to the west, there were pockets of pure British life thriving in thirteen colonies along the east coast by the time Georgia was founded in 1732. Thriving as much as the British Parliament and king would allow… Eventually, as the reader may already know from common lower and middle school studies, the dam burst, and the colonies would war for independence. Britain’s problems had become America’s problems, Britain’s laws America’s laws, on a land usurped for Crown and Christ. What could go wrong?
Earth-rule of Native America had through armed conflict yielded to the bible, man-made laws and “civilization.”
In front of what? Advanced in weaponry? Killing people? In front of earth reverence and gratitude for the land? Who or what decides who or what is “advanced?” Could there be spiritual value to living close to the ground and nature? Could European “advancement” lead to spiritual erosion? Whose life yields more peace?
Perhaps it is a more fair and equitable way to characterize the change in the region we called “America” as not becoming “civilized,” but rather becoming “Europeanized.” Nothing empirical, no evidence can prove one group of people’s way of life superior or “advanced” of another. The Europeans could kill with stronger weapons, but toward where would that make them “advanced?” Toward success or ruin? Europeans were advanced in alcohol consumption, disease, cursing, reading, writing, and had a need for written law codes.
This land, loved and revered by native inhabitants—had fallen into the hands of white people, who had left their own land in search of freedom and a new start. War was the price of that start, and a long sea voyage of course. Respecting native people, setting up trade was not the attitude. Land acquisition was the goal, and a fight continues today over this, over land use and whether we put nature or profit first.
The wisdom of Native America preaches that land belongs to the Creator, to the Great Spirit—not to men. But wisdom is only available to open-minded souls seeking enlightenment and riches beyond the material. The real Native American and the soul of this land is still hopeful despite the harm of displacement and loss. It can be switched on even in the descendants of the white invader, when he or she believes in nature and its principles over the noise and pollution of industrial “progress.” We stole land, a descendant of Columbus and John Smith must admit—not necessarily from native people, but from nature and the Great Spirit itself.
So what is there to say about the “victors” of this war for American land? They successfully exterminated Native American presence, celebrated as we saw above in the First Thanksgiving Proclamation of 1676. What could Europeans do with this land worked and enjoyed by native peoples for thousands of years? And is the post-1676 history more European or American?
Finally, folks: is it a legitimate history worth telling? Is a government founded on land theft valid? Is that government’s court system valid? As the Native Americans were driven out of their homes to make way for British people in the east, Spanish in the west—what law could possibly be called “for” the American People, as America’s first were discarded? What and who would ever make the “United States of America” a legitimate, legal concept when theft of land is core to its founding? If laws follow a natural, reasonable moral code, everyone living here should pause and reflect on possible crimes in the past. If those crimes are not accounted for, let us do so now. If there is a way to make amends and restitution for them, let us do so soon. It all begins with telling the truth.
Which law or set of laws do you acknowledge? Natural ones? Moral? Written? On what basis do you live or want to live? From nature? Earth basis? Money? Society? Cars driving on asphalt? When you decide what law works for you, perhaps we can decide what “America” and “American” means. If the term, from the Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci, is meant to refer to this land sometimes called the United States of America, who could be more American than its first inhabitants?
The title of this work used to be Law for the American People, which makes it a complete failure—for written law code, brought from Europe fails to do one single, solitary thing for Native Americans, whose land we stole. How can our law work, when we broke it in administering it? I therefore offer that our current, written American law, administered by modern American courts is a ruse and is invalid—
if law is a moral venture. To think a society can steal land, then later prosecute theft and other crimes but ignore the original grand larceny is irrational and illogical.
Until we recognize the hypocritical nature of our U.S. government, founded on violence and land theft, call it out and tear it down, the American flag raised by white colonists resisting British rule can never symbolize this country. This country is a glorious land, meant to be honored, used in moderation—respected.
Usurpation will never equal right, and if true government depends on the consent of the governed, as Sir John Locke proposed, we in this land do not currently have a true government, for many inhabitants of it have been willfully displaced off their regions by force. If one thinks that might equals right, then you have your military state—and you may be content in it. As this author soon moves out of country to renounce a citizenship I find false and meaningless, I pledge my pen to the cause of one day truly having once and for all Law for the people here. Protection and rights to Native people here.
Call the land America, call it whatever you want—a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, as Shakespeare observed. Until all life on earth is respected and valued, the fight is before us. Lao Tzu of China doubted one could change the world, and I think he was correct…
But surely we can try. The worst fears lead to judgment, and murder by character is almost as bad as the physical kind. Did you know that when the first official U.S. Government census was issued, Native Americans were not counted? Some try so hard to call this “the greatest democracy in the world.” Some need to be associated with something great, label this government “great,” despite its founding on murder, displacement and land theft.
We are all first peoples from somewhere, come from first peoples, who had pagan, earth and nature worshipping rituals, rites of passage. It seemed wise at some point to lay down law, and to write down good principles—some laid down in what we call the bible. A practice like human sacrifice might need questioning, certainly something like cannibalism or something strikingly odd… But was the bible so great that all first people worship, practice and ways of life be destroyed?
Can the two worlds of books and bible mix with nature and living off the land? Can might ever equal right? Decide your principals, and if they be led by love and harmony, you’ll know that any government founded on fear, violence and lies can never be legitimate. Who is the real Judge? Ask that and answer for yourself; do so wisely and have peace of mind.
Challenge, define, and question all norms, even food and drink. What is alcohol? Have you looked it up in books, studied it before putting it in your mouth? It might be wise, and with that I will shut mine…
May Law someday work for all people, not just the victors in violent conflict. May we rise above our pages and books, respect and revere with Native America the rocks, trees and waterfalls spraying mist in breeze, its rainbow and more a form of art we can never duplicate, replicate or improve.
We Europeans were in love with a figurative god in pages in a book, and it worked for us to a point. We were proud of it, our weapons of war, and thought it good to conquer native American peoples, not seeing the bigger picture. The mens rea of the land theft issue is clouded by the ignorance with which all humans are plagued when encountering new things, places and people.
We revert to self-preservation when pressed, defend our best stance—even if it hurts us in the long term.
Never in vain.
God keep me whole and pure
as I try to explain.
Words fail to describe the oneness
with falls, rocks, streams, and nature—
a people at one, praising in song,
movement and dance.
The hug with your land complete
on a shore invaded by armor.
British with Bible were a different
thing; in 1607, written on a Roman
guide, people came and Oneness died.
But not before a native princess kept
my people alive.
She came, first to save a captain,
then she visited us when in the Winter
of our wanderings we had run out
of warmth, food and all other
provisions needed to live.
Dead and left in the wind, until
Matoax and with her God came.
Native Great Spirit—the river of life,
warmth and skins, food and love.
We were dead in the Winter, beheaded
in a tent, our armor and fortress failed,
weapons of war useless.
She came to us, brought by God.
At the princess’ feet we prayed thanks;
she, at one with God.
Us, white and ignorant of the land,
the lowest of her ranks.
At first they looked only for gold. We knew the latter was our property, but as we did not use it much nor need it to live by we did not object to their searching for it. They told us, “your country is rich and you will be made wealthy by our coming. We wish just to pass over your land in quest of gold.” Soon they saw the country was good, and some of them made up their minds, to settle it. They commenced to take up pieces of land here and there. They told us they wanted only the use of these pieces of land for a few years, and then would hand them back to us in an improved condition; meanwhile they would give us some of the products they raised for the loan of our land. Thus they commenced to enter our “houses,” or live on our “ranches.” With us when a person enters our house he becomes our guest, and we must treat him hospitably as long as he shows no hostile intentions. At the same time we expect him to return to us equal treatment for what he receives. . . .
Presently chiefs (government officials, etc.) commenced to visit us, and had talks with some of our chiefs. They told us to have no fear, the queen’s laws would prevail in this country, and everything would be well for the Indians here. They said a very large reservation would be staked off for us (southern interior tribes) and the tribal lands outside of this reservation the government would buy from us for white settlement. They let us think this would be done soon, and meanwhile until this reserve was set apart, and our lands settled for, they assured us we would have perfect freedom of travelling and camping and the same liberties as from time immemorial to hunt, fish, graze and gather our food supplies where we desired; also that all trails, land, water, timber, etc., would be as free of access to us as formerly.
What have we received for our good faith, friendliness and patience? Gradually as the whites of this country became more and more powerful, and we less and less powerful, they little by little changed their policy towards us, and commenced to put restrictions on us. Their government or chiefs have taken every advantage of our friendliness . . . in every way. They treat us as subjects without any agreement to that effect, and force their laws on us without our consent and irrespective of whether they are good for us or not. They say they have authority over us. They have broken down our old laws and customs (no matter how good) by which we regulated ourselves. They laugh at our chiefs and brush them aside. Minor affairs amongst ourselves, which do not affect them in the least, and which we can easily settle better than they can, they drag into their courts. They enforce their own laws one way for the rich white man, one way for the poor white, and yet another for the Indian. They have knocked down . . . the posts of all the Indian tribes. They say there are no lines, except what they make. They have taken possession of all the Indian country and claim it as their own. . . . They have never consulted us in any of these matters, nor made any agreement. . . . They have stolen our lands and everything on them and continue to use ‘same’ for their ‘own’ purposes. They treat us as less than children and allow us ‘no say’ in anything. They say the Indians know nothing, and own nothing, yet their power and wealth has come from our belongings. The queen’s law which we believe guaranteed us our rights, the B.C. government has trampled underfoot. This is how our guests have treated us—the brothers we received hospitably in our house.
“It is high time for non-Native Americans to come to terms with the fact that the United States is built on someone else’s land.” —Claudio Saunt
Upon the admission, some possibilities
develop, we get some momentum,
actually get some things done—a process
of emptying out to fill, erasing the chalkboard
to learn, preparing the flower bed, like
God’s great empty canvas in the beginning.
We ask for power or strength.
Samuel rises to the peak, asks God directly
for a king “to be like other nations,”
and although a Jewish story, I think it
applies to where we are politically all over
the world. Our kings have let us down, just
as the LORD said they would!!
Peace and those who speak, preach and
take action to secure it—is a dangerous
endeavor. Those who love to war, and send
their kids to the cliché that is college by waging
it: don’t appreciate the simple views espoused
by JFK in ’63, MLK in ’68, RFK in ’68 as well, then
look at John Lennon in the ‘70’s about to ramp
up against Ronald Reagan in 1980.
All murdered at the peak of their Peaceful
message to the world.
Don’t forget Gandhi. He was an enlightened
man, trying to unify his country, tried to speak
the militant Hindu off the cliff of hate, and was
killed for it.
Those names, all of them: the greatest voice
for peace in the world on the day they were
For that reason I wrote and performed
a comedy CD once, called “The Second
Most Peaceful Man in the World”—a dark
joke about staying away from the number one
seat, a sure bet to be assassinated brutally.
We are powerless.
Even those men of peace had no real
power beyond their exceptional education
and principles. Somehow they got very large,
and at their largest they were destroyed…
Ideas live forever, if good ones, and so not
all is lost when triggers are pulled and
horrible acts steal our human heroes.
Ideas for peace—call them “states” that
must unite against a climate and pulse always
driving and sometimes so violent!
To know when to step back, breathe and
again admit total powerlessness allows a Power
greater than us to be in the lead, to accept
the cycle of life with grace and turn the other
cheek, to walk away from those who hate
you, dust off your feet like the Prince
of Peace would teach—
Walk away from the self, take and accept less
stuff, less food, less drink—enough being every
bit as good as a feast, Mary Poppins treats.
Peace is like the great hold-back, the space
between the thought and the act, the realization
that to do nothing is superior to doing something
bad—it all takes training, discipline, and the
ultimate awareness that no matter what we do
or do not do can range in import between
“no change” to Moving a Mountain from there
if we fast, pray and believe—your water
tasting like wine without the horrible
consequence of altering brain chemistry and
the relationship you try to have with a
jealous God not fond of sharing spotlights
with bottles of flammable liquid sold in stores
and on my TV as “drink.”
There’s nothing like a bit of throw-up in
the morning to help you kick bad habits, a
hangover in a jail cell, push-ups and sit-ups
by the side of the bed having overdosed on
what your father and mother did.
You honor them as best you can, because
you want to live a good, long life—keep the
sabbath day holy if Jewish, and if anyone else:
reserve some days, moments, years to honor
and remember Life and all we didn’t do to
make it happen.
“GOD” could just be Good Orderly Direction
for some, a hoax for others, but he or she
exists because it’s in my dictionary as at
the very least: Concept.
Other ideas for peace came from great
wars. We had the Kellogg-Briand Pact
after World War I that no one followed,
leading to a second war, leading finally
to mass nuclear murder of Jews, Japanese
and so many other of God’s children no
matter what side residing in her seas.
Leading finally to the United Nations and
its proud World Peace charter of 1945,
signed by all “peace-loving nations” in
San Francisco, California—eventually setting
up in New York, USA—the supposed
Victors of World War II setting too many
The indoctrination of covert CIA two years
after the UN was formed, thus thwarting
World Peace covertly.
So often, and go ahead and blame Samuel:
The “United States” of America is not a peace-
loving nation, and should not be permitted
membership in the United Nations.
That we are allowed to host the group is
laughable, the curse God promised Samuel
about kings stealing and being corrupt coming
true in the red, white and blue flag draped over
President John F. Kennedy, murdered by his
Oh, I’m sorry that’s not admitted yet, the CIA
locked up the facts around that, the idea
of “classified” and Top Secret killing “democracy,”
that Greek concept in America too, a joke.
Earl Warren called himself a chief justice, while
he helped Allen Dulles cover murder, “national
security” a euphemism for “job security” amongst
the criminal covert underworld of U.S. war
perpetrators, AKA “the confused.”
I love you.
Don’t get me wrong, and that’s so much “politics”
that I’m apt to lose fans if I keep going there.
We’ve already done religion, so off we go to
see what other buttons are there to push.
Doesn’t sound like a peaceful operation, but
to tell the truth, I was the guy in the basketball
game “taking charges,” finding a weakness in
defenses, exposing them and pointing them out
And as you do, you make the other guy stronger
the next time.
That is what the drill sergeant does, I think, is
tear down to build back up the military way.
The beef I have with a military that is sometimes
a great example of team, humility and discipline
is that, quite frankly:
They are killers.
I like the sixth commandment, still, that Thou
shalt not kill.
Killing is the most egregious form of judging
your fellow human being. I abstain from
judging to avoid judgment, loving others the
path to heaven so narrowly walked until the
right words find a page, your ears or national
consciousness that widen the road.
“You cannot change the world,” Lao Tzu
keeps buzzing in my ear, but then Wyatt
Earp springs up, a soul committed to action, to
keeping a clean, safe street on which children
and women could walk with their feet.
Helicopters and fireworks do not please the
LORD, I’m convinced, they are loud and causing
the deer and coyote where I live to retreat
so deep into a depleted forest complete that
I can only fight my peaceful fight,
the devil defeat.
God bless the warrior, whose definition of
war is the flower sprouting from the seed.
God bless he or she who stand up to injustice,
who lock arms against the racist taunts,
the sexist remarks, the hatred in the air rising
up to create a moment’s high.
Read the UN Charter with me, raise it high
like lowly Bolivia—the last will be chosen
first, humility is good, America. Following
through on our treaties to native Americans
is good, America. Paying African Americans
a stipend as amends for sin is good, America.
Good is good, the Commandments good. Wisdom
of the ages is good, from Solomon’s Wife of
his Youth to Lao Tzu’s waiting until the mud
settled in the pool to see to the bottom,
make a proper decision.
Love is the golden rule, find it in your
heart, and forgiveness too.
But we are powerless. We are nothing
without inspiration, and that pause that
allows space for prayer and lifting our
thoughts to a higher plain to assure we act
not just from the selfish Freudian id, but for
the highest, greater good
as Adam Smith tried, and John Nash did.
The atheist prays to no one, stands tall in
the flood, blames the levy and that’s okay.
Inherent truths rain down on the ignorant
and enlightened in equal spray, the first
being that words are fictions, never doing
justice to the essence of leaf on pool, the
dance of Spring following a harsh un-ending
swirl around the curls and furls of Winter’s
harsh breath, you’re sure of yourself until
a strange dream takes you somewhere else,
we bellow and yell at each other to change,
nothing and no one changing until close
to the grave we honor a fallen friend by
giving up the thing that we think killed them,
only… no one is dead that strove to spread
even the most benign cell of You, the beginning
of Truth trying to end not war but the disillusion
and ignorance that started it.
The falsehood of men being men by killing and
fighting other men is the same as calling the
boy queer for kissing Dad on the cheek, he
thought he was neat, we must listen to the
real prophets whose words mean something,
survived the ages to tell us something…
Moses, David, Solomon, Jesus, the Tao Te Ching.
Oh, you can close your ears and fight upstream!
You can invent the United Nations of peace while
you steal their wallets, plot to kill and feed the
festering fear of losing all your things!
I love you, even when you can’t do what
you seem to seem, God bless you even in the
godless hate that is a seed to the flame of change—
We will overcome our worst members when
we bow to hear their complaint, take a blow
on the cheek, cry a bit and kiss them back from
the grave of chance, the last dance of the
prophets of peace who were murdered while
their ideas inspired the next dreamer to
I love Bill Maher without the slicked back
hair, hungover or sick, calling out, we’d change
his diapers, get him water and wash his feet.
He rails at the Christian hearts that beat, and
we understand, because most of us too used
to engage in hate.
We want you in our army, Bill, and any other
soldier in heat, those convinced God is a made-up
game for adults to console themselves about
not being able to compete.
We laugh until the pot runs out, and there’s
a real lull and time to think.
We can live until we are abandoned at the
home, getting changed by strangers, or…
study the way of the 800-year old Jewish
man being “gathered to his people,” a glorious
send-off of “Thanks, Dad!” “Thanks, Grandpa!!”
Thank you for all that you did and do, you
will always be here in us and in our hearts,
we let you go, and you must trust us to
keep your dream alive.
And the old man dies, not a sad good-bye, but
more like a winning sacrament completed,
a perfect game thrown before the field is
for the storm upcoming sheeted, we call
it all kinds of disease and names, but so many
just living as zombies past their call to go,
hospitals getting rich instead of counseling
family members to whether alone or with
a minister bring out the red carpet toward
heaven and watch their greyed loved one
walk upon it, away from us to God.
Dying is living, the best part of us lives
forever, if that Mrs. Chickian effort we made,
if that John Woodenian peace of mind we
achieve, knowing we did our very best…
Whether with words, deeds or actions or
all three, the road to the United States of
Peace goes through your own little heart.
The focus there, the heart that cares, we have
a chance to spread your own version of
God both here and there.
Active as the sex instinct, the earth
moves, stars and sun—but compared
to what, my Uncle Les would remind,
relative to what. Uncle Einstein.
As corrupt as any other “nation,” the
supposed United States of America was
founded on native blood, our original sin
blaring still: Racism.
We sized them up, the native race, compared
the size of our weapons, declared our
bible better than their Great Spirit, so…
justified murder and “removal.”
Andrew Jackson, a favorite of our low-
intellect president elect, he arrived through
shady means promising every hyperbole it
takes for fools to click the link on that email.
Our second sin of course was slavery, another
obvious racist endeavor, still killing national
unity with unenlightened forays into backwood
clan parties brought to light,
Ghosts of Civil Rights fights past coming to
life, brawls on the street, but that’s all
right. After all, bringing us to Sin #3: the
CIA murdered Kennedy.
Amends and friends to make, we keep
ignoring truth on the wide path to Hell’s
Gate, assured by looking left and right that
Samuel’s request of God was still uptight.
“Give us a king to be like other nations,”
And that’s the USA, full of sin and problems
and beauty and blessings—just like every
other nation in the world.
Where we are funny is in our self-righteous
pity, we think we are so great, as Allen Dulles
is chosen to investigate and report on the
man who fired him, the Warren Commission
a ruse of far more don’ts than do’s. A virtual
“who knows who” of what not to do, a total lie
supplying CIA a place to hide. There it is. No,
There!! Hiding in your Twitter feed, trying
To recruit the next murder.
Murder. Cover-up. Murder. Cover-up,
The devil in a red, white and blue dress, what
a mess, the “nation” a joke since November 22,
1963, what a pity, Jackie’s PTSD, thank God
for sobriety, God help us admit our insanity.
“No matter how far down the wrong path you are
on… Turn around.”
There’s always a way to Peace of mind—
turn that national frown upside down, invite
God back to the throne Samuel took away,
give the natives back land, pay Africa-
descended people for past sins, and kick out
USA… LOL, let’s together find more of the
narrow to heaven over the wide to Hell.
Love, sweet—soft from hard,
this life is life first, thought second.
Rene had it half-write, the songs I sing
I think you might, wanna…
Come closer to not be afraid, songs typed
before sung are not unlike
Ants to Raid, garbage disposals pumping
horses sunny shade, I am
Often when least-expected brave, a song
sung myself, Mom and Dad loved me
I am born. Truth, justice and the American
lie is a golden hymn sung song-like by
hymners and dimmers, golden
Parachute-seekers, rain frolickers, the
Devil waiting in weeks of wings, months
of pain riled up in “rent-is-due” as you discard
on your shelves: all the things you “have to do.”
Turn around; there is no “have-to” worth doing
other than fighting for breath and being. I thought
therefore I was… nothing. I am, and so have
a duty to think—
There’s the rub; when I came out, I thought
poorly being left alone too much perhaps,
I picked up “alcohol,” a fiery substance—
And began to with it dance, ingest, why drink
pain when in pain, the explosion like rain
this is not the promised game, ads on TV
selling me this runaway train.
Get paid? Simple it is to cut-off
mid-sentence the dream we had when born:
instinct, no words, colors and shapes—
all of us all five senses, the sixth only
a wave on the horizon, the formulation
of purpose. Mine goes awry and actions
follow puke to toilette, the commercials
of mountain springs and chick-filled
parties another lie.
Alcohol begetting more alcohol, the
confusion grows into a large unfiltered,
She picks up; I don’t know what to say,
I’m never drunk enough to be who
I wanted to be—
I STOP. I am Reborn.
This time I come out screaming a different
scream, muffled by the age I’m more tame.
I experience the same set of feelings but
decide to make a change. I hire a Higher
Power to direct through prayer, the gift
is a weight-lifted, “I can see Clearly Now”
The rain, fallen, is with mist and sun a
sultry rainbow I cannot pretend away,
the songs of violence fading to colors’
irregular descent on barrels of fool’s gold.
The mist is real, there is always a grey
in silver lining, it is the wisdom of love
and experience that now says “look
twice before crossing” without being asked
or told to do so.
Our parents were right after all—not only in
traffic but in being loving enough to create
and try, and so the wisdom of ages says:
I am reborn again. My heavens it is four
o’clock a.m. Many operate on Roman
calendars but forget to double-check
the purpose in them—
I see the sharpness of Roman columns in the
blue of now; marching is the drum,
The follower another failure like me, but
isn’t it glorious to see the glory in
two walking with Thee?
The name is sacred, say it only in prayer
and High Song;
“Remember for it is the doom of men
that they forget.” Women too, look
at me looking at you. Whetted right, we
pull out our Bibles and fight, the Goliath
in us is tamed, the slingshot love,