Friday, October 12, 2018

What Do We Owe the Dispossessed

October 13, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about what more recent immigrants owe indigenous peoples:

What do we owe the dispossessed?
Whose hunting grounds are now our playgrounds,
Our subdivisions, shopping malls, parking lots,
Our sidewalks, streets, highways, postage-stamp lawns,
Our homes?

Truly, what do we owe them?
Whose sacred places are now our toxic wastelands,
Or paved over by concrete or macadam,
Or made over into ersatz wilderness
From which they are the one native animal
Which is excluded?

What do we owe them?
Who have moved into quarters long since
Vacated by genocide?
Whose ancestors were oceans away,
Victims of their own genocides?

What do we owe the dispossessed,
Who are now in possession?

Must not those who enjoy the stolen fruit
Assume the burden?

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/13: What Do We Owe the Dispossessed

The Trail of Tears

October 12, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

Excerpts for Indigenous People’s Day from Andrew Jackson’s message to Congress, “On Indian Removal” (1830), and The Memorial of the Cherokee Nation (1830):

THE TRAIL OF TEARS

JACKSON: It gives me pleasure to announce to Congress
That the benevolent policy of the Government,
Steadily pursued for nearly thirty years,
In relation to the removal of the Indians beyond the white settlements
Is approaching to a happy consummation.
What good man would prefer
A country covered with forests
And ranged by a few thousand savages
To our extensive Republic,
Studded with cities, towns, and prosperous farms
Embellished with all the improvements
Which art can devise or industry execute,
Occupied by more than 12,000,000 happy people,
And filled with all the blessings of liberty, civilization and religion?

CHEROKEE NATION: We wish to remain on the land of our fathers.
We have a perfect and original right to remain without interruption or molestation.
The treaties with us, and laws of the United States
Made in pursuance of treaties,
Guaranty our residence and our privileges,
And secure us against intruders.
Our only request is, that these treaties may be fulfilled,
And these laws executed.

JACKSON: It will separate the Indians from immediate contact with settlements of whites;
Free them from the power of the States;
Enable them to pursue happiness in their own way and under their own rude institutions;
Will retard the progress of decay, which is lessening their numbers,
And perhaps cause them gradually, under the protection of the Government
And through the influence of good counsels,
To cast off their savage habits
And become an interesting, civilized, and Christian community.

CHEROKEE NATION: If we are compelled to leave our country,
We see nothing but ruin before us.
The country west of the Arkansas territory is unknown to us.
All the inviting parts of it, as we believe, are preoccupied by various Indian nations,
To which it has been assigned.
They would regard us as intruders.
The far greater part of that region is,
Beyond all controversy,
Badly supplied with wood and water;
And no Indian tribe can live as agriculturists without these articles.
All our neighbors . . . would speak a language totally different from ours,
And practice different customs.
Were the country to which we are urged much better than it is represented to be,
Still it is not the land of our birth,
Nor of our affections.
It contains neither the scenes of our childhood,
Nor the graves of our fathers. . .

JACKSON: Rightly considered, the policy of the General Government toward the red man
Is not only liberal, but generous.
He is unwilling to submit to the laws of the States
And mingle with their population.
To save him from this alternative, or perhaps utter annihilation,
The General Government kindly offers him a new home,
And proposes to pay the whole expense of his removal and settlement.

CHEROKEE NATION: We have been called a poor, ignorant, and degraded people.
We certainly are not rich;
Nor have we ever boasted of our knowledge,
Or our moral or intellectual elevation.
But there is not a man within our limits
So ignorant as not to know
That he has a right to live on the land of his fathers,
In the possession of his immemorial privileges,
And that this right has been acknowledged by the United States;
Nor is there a man so degraded
As not to feel a keen sense of injury,
On being deprived of his right
And driven into exile . . .

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/12: The Trail of Tears

Thursday, October 11, 2018

a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak

October 11, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day, based on eyewitness accounts and military histories, of the Massacre at Bad-Axe, which occurred Aug. 1-2, 1832:

a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak,
Known to the Whites as Black Hawk,
Crossed back over the Mississippi in 1832
To return to our ancestral village, Saukenuk,
From which we had been driven the year before.

He had hoped for help from the Winnebago,
The Potawatomi, and the British in Canada,
But when he received none, he waved the white flag
And tried to cross back over to Iowa,
He and his 500 warriors, and his 1500 women and children,
To give up our homeland forever.
And I was with him.

The Illinois militia pursued us,
Though we waved the white flag many times
And wished to leave in peace,
And we fought with them along the way
Until we came to the Mississippi,
Near where a tributary called the Bad Axe
Joined the great river.

There was a steamboat on the river
With canons and sharpshooters,
And again we waved the white flag,
And again we were ignored.

The canons and sharpshooters let loose,
Killing many as we tried to cross the river,
Killing many hiding on small islands
And behind fallen trees and swampland
On the river’s banks.

And we fought back, thinking to die with honor
There on the great river
That lay between our home
And the place of our banishment.
Two days we fought them
Until many of us were dead,
And those remaining had nothing more to fire.

I saw the white men taking scalps.
Some cut strips of flesh from our warriors’ backs
To serve as razor strops.
They took 400 women and children prisoner,
Along with the warriors that were left.
No one knows how many warriors, women, and children
Were massacred in the river, on the islands, and on the banks.

One warrior, in pride and grief,
Banged his head against the steamboat’s rail
Until he was dead.
But I, less brave than he,
To my eternal dishonor and shame,
Survived.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/11: a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Indians? Just Get a Few

October 10, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about how many indigenous tribes lost their land to speculators:

Indians? Just get a few
Drunk and have them sign the thing.
Any Indians will do,

Though of the right tribe. Then you
Take it to court, to me, and bring
The Indians, just a few --

Chiefs this time, if you can -- to view
The words that will their wandering.
Though any Indians will do.

Then some pleas I’ll get you through
Before we turn to exiling
The Indians, just a few

I’ll quickly rule against, then cue
The troops to start the harrowing.
Any Indians will do,

Until they get the message. You
Can start to buy up land by spring.
So get some Indians -- just a few.
Any Indians will do.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/10: Indians? Just Get a Few

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

We Have Become an Endangered Species

October 9, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about Native Americans as an endangered species:

We have become an endangered species
Dying for lack of habitat,
Like lions, like bison, like elephants, wolves,
Restricted to government reservations.

Dying for lack of habitat,
Many have turned from our ancestors’ ways.
Restricted to government reservations,
We cannot travel the road of the seasons.

Many have turned from our ancestors’ ways
And the land that we sprang from like acorns, like berries.
We cannot travel the road of the seasons,
Cut off from its bounty by barbed-wire fences.

The land that we sprang from like acorns, like berries,
Like lions, like bison, like elephants, wolves,
Cut off from its bounty by barbed-wire fences,
We have become an endangered species.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/9: We Have Become an Endangered Species

Monday, October 8, 2018

Indians Are, of Course, Not Indians

October 8, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which is celebrated today, October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about the mislabeling of the American indigenous peoples:

Indians are, of course, not Indians.
Nor were they ever Indians.
Denying their identities,
Inventing labels as we please,
Allows, of course, their genocide.
No word is ever innocent.
So names enable fratricide.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/8: Indians Are, of Course, Not Indians

Saturday, October 6, 2018

Seventy-Nine3

October 7, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is age.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A number poem for a seventy-nine year old about reaching old age:

Seventy-nine – My God! – is almost eighty!
Eventually, I guess, one does get old.
Vistas of the past engage the mind,
Elegies for what lies far behind,
Now interspliced with scenes just barely cold,
The long ago concurrent with the lately,
Years and decades onto one screen scrolled.

Now one’s state of being is more stately,
In movement and in contour more confined.
Nor could one differ, were one so inclined,
Embracing life’s decrees as life unfolds.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/4: Forty-One
10/5: Fifty
10/6: Sixty-One
10/7: Seventy-Nine