<\/p>\n
My name is John Thomas Twofist.\u00a0 Many of you read my last article
\nand wrote that I was insulting.\u00a0 The truth is, I am half Cherokee,
\nhalf Irish and half Polish and only those who speak from a place of
\nwhite privilege are insulted.\u00a0 It is this false “political
\ncorrectness” that has polluted the mind of the Anglo and made him into
\na pandering, fork-tongued devil.When I lived in Encino with my treacherous sister, I realized many
\nthings.\u00a0 One was the True Blood that filled my body.\u00a0 The
\nCherokee blood.\u00a0 I set out to learn our Language and now wish to
\ntell you the most magical of Cherokee words.\u00a0 The word for
\nEarth.\u00a0 Unfortunately, I was not allowed to use the correct font
\nso I cannot write this word.\u00a0 It sounds like “elohi” and it is
\nwritten with a sort of squiggly capital R, followed by a G and then a
\nsymbol that doesn’t look like anything, really.\u00a0 That is the word
\nfor Earth.<\/p>\n
My people have a legend.\u00a0 In the legend, the great Mother Spirit,
\nwho built the earth from her lungs, selects a young brave to be her
\nspokesperson.\u00a0 The brave is the weakest boy in the tribe, and many
\nof the tribe mock him.\u00a0 When he returns and speaks for the Mother
\nSpirit, no one heeds him.\u00a0 The Mother Spirit told him to say that
\na Great Wind was coming.\u00a0 My people believe that a Great Wind
\ncomes once a generation and sweeps away the souls of the dead.\u00a0 If
\nyou are not cautious, you may become trapped in the Great Wind and
\nvanish forever.\u00a0 The Brave, whose name was Running Deer, which
\nsounds like “atsvsti\u00a0 awi,” was forced to the Supper Tent by the
\nelders where he was told to be silent about the Mother Spirit and
\nprepare the meal for the tribe.\u00a0 It is customary for the tribe to
\neat together and bond, a practice forbidden by the Anglo.\u00a0 Then a
\nsquaw, whose name was Crippled Horse, or “Uyotsvhi\u00a0 soquili,” came
\nto him.<\/p>\n
“I believe in your words,” Crippled Horse said to him.\u00a0 Her mouth
\nwas large, and her face had a scarred lip.\u00a0 She was not beautiful,
\nbut Running Deer looked in her eyes and saw something he recognized.<\/p>\n
“I am glad you believe,” Running Deer said to Crippled Horse.<\/p>\n
Crippled Horse lifted her dress and lay for Running Deer.\u00a0 He
\npushed apart her legs and moved down to be on top of her, undoing his
\nbreeches.\u00a0 This sexual position was adopted by the Anglos, not the
\nother way around like they claim in the White Privilege history texts.<\/p>\n
When Running Deer entered Crippled Horse, Crippled Horse said, “Let the Mother Spirit enter me.”<\/p>\n
Running Deer then became the Mother Spirit and he felt a great pressure
\non his penis.\u00a0 As Mother Spirit and Crippled Horse bonded, Running
\nDeer realized what had happened and tried to rip himself from Crippled
\nHorse, but her sex closed upon him and tore his penis away.<\/p>\n
Crippled Horse then stood, letting her dress fall back down, and she
\nsaid to Running Deer, “You were not yet ready for the Mother Spirit.”
\nWhen the elders found Running Deer, he had died from bleeding to
\ndeath.\u00a0 Crippled Horse was nowhere to be found and, within one sun
\n– what we call a day – no one remembered Crippled Horse.\u00a0 Then the
\nGreat Wind came and many were taken for they heeded not the warnings of
\nthe Mother Spirit.<\/p>\n
In Cherokee tradition, the Earth, or Mother Spirit, is a living
\ncreature.\u00a0 The oceans and rivers are like blood, the sky like eyes
\nand the tree roots like feet.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It is the Anglo who
\ndoes not heed the Mother Spirit’s warning and, so, like Running Deer,
\nthe Anglo will be emasculated by Crippled Horse.\u00a0 It is only a
\nmatter of time.<\/p>\n
I live in Kansas, which is the Anglo name for “Ayatena
\nGasohi.”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I live in my girlfriend’s apartment in a
\nsmall, rural area.\u00a0 She is one quarter Iowa.\u00a0 Not the state,
\nthe tribe.\u00a0 She drives to White Cloud each day to work with the
\nIowa of Kansas Executive Committee.\u00a0 It is she who reminded me of
\nthe Tale of the Mother Spirit when I started working on this
\ncolumn.\u00a0 We had been fighting because I am currently unemployed,
\nthrough no fault of my own, and I am jealous because she sometimes
\nstays at the Best Western in White Cloud.\u00a0 The recent winter storm
\nin the Midwest means that she must stay in White Cloud on the weekends
\nand sometimes the Best Western is full so she stays with traveling
\nbusinessmen kind enough to put her up.\u00a0 At first, I misinterpreted
\nthe situation, but I am hot headed.\u00a0 Once she explained the
\nextenuating circumstances, and assured me that her boss at the
\nCommittee vouched for these individuals, I relaxed.<\/p>\n
My girlfriend is very pretty and I do not like to be gone from her for
\nlong, but any friend of the Iowa is a friend of mine and learning to
\nnot be sexually possessive is the lesson taught in the Tale of Running
\nDeer.\u00a0 It is a lesson we all should learn.\u00a0 I tell you this
\nfrom the heart.<\/p>\n
Thank you for reading. May the Earth walk with you in light.<\/p>\n
{mosimage}<\/p>\n
\u00a9 John Thomas Twofist
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