MNN. July 1, 2024. FOR CANADA’S BIRTHDAY the Skillet sing about resistence.“I am a nation, I am a million faces. Formed together, made for elevation. I am a soldier, I won’t surrender. Faith is like fire that never burns to embers. Who’s gonna stand up? Who’s gonna fight? The voices of the unheard. Who’s gonna break those chains and lies? Love is the answer. I gotta speak. believe it, that’s how I feel inside, can’t sit here quiet.”
The northern part of the Haldimand Tract on the Grande River known as Kanekota is thenorthern part of kanienehaka Mohawk land set aside in 1794 protected by the British military for the Mohawk and their posterity forever. At the source, kanekota, is. the highest point where the water from the earth flows north, south, east and west.
Phil Montour of Six Nations explains the trail the colonists took to steal the trust funds of the rotinishonni people and never paid it back.
The state took and murdered us and our children to steal our land. They set up a system of wrongdoing that is entrenched in the Canadian legal system, which must be sustained by force, repression, lies. and death. The old life is over. The system against us is no more. Our way can battle our adversary. The state is our merciless enemy. Peacetime rules cannot be applied until we have peace. So far we have yet to experience peace since the white man invaded onowaregeh turtle island. They were never invited to turtle island. Every judge, lawyer, cop and politician swear an oath of personal allegiance to the British Crown. In a colony where crime is officially sanctioned, there is no regret, no justice. Indigenous people cannot stand before the enemy and expect justice. Rarihokwats left a legacy of truth and justice for the indigenous people.
Helen Hunt Jackson stated in “CENTURY OF DISHONOR”, “No atrocities were ever performed that weren’t done to the Indians first”.
The late great singer, Peggy Lee, sang with Benny Goodman, this wonderful song which brings to mind how no one was suppose to remember us and the genocide but creation. The genocide plan was to forget that we know each other, laughed together before and loved before. The memory was planted in our mind by creation to seek and find those thoughts:
MNN. June 30, 2024. McGill is in the trenches with the robots! The state did not want indigenous around so they experimented on them to create the genocide plan sanctioned by Colonial law. The politicians and scientists who set up the “sleep room” at the Allan Memorial Institute during the 1940s to 1970’s “took orders” from those who own McGill and are trying to destroy creation. People now listen seriously to the debate of two top US robots who are vying to ‘run’ the world. Militaries are now creating robotic armies to fight each other. Allegedly a California designed robotic office worker committed suicide by throwing itself down a flight of stairs landing in pieces. McGill actually has “war labs” creating these weapons for their clients to murder people. The enlistment rate has declined drastically. The police use robots to attack people in their homes. Robots are not paid and so far have no drug or sex problems. A robot is programmed to not deal with back stabbing, fork tongued murderers. A robot feels no pity, remorse, or fear. They don’t stop until their target is dead, or their battery dies. As Lakota activist Russell Means said to Congress, “Welcome to the reservation. You are now the new Indians!”
Here’s “O Canajon” sung by a Mohawk Mother to remind or enlighten the colonists of their genocidic “100 year business plan” that comes due on October 25, 2024 called the Framework Agreement based on the “Indian Lands Acts”, whereby this title acknowledges that the land is totally owned by the indigenous.
We will heal.
Now watch the “Sleep Room” on the tactics developed at the McGill Allan Memorial Institute under the direction of Dr. Ewen Cameron” to turn people into robots.
MNN. June 29, 2024. In the 1800’s McGill military academy was crashing and desperately needed money. They fraudulently borrowed from the “Iroquois Trust Funds” which were never repaid to the Mohawks. Now McGill has offered to return these stolen funds by paying for any Mohawk who attends their university, though Indian Affairs already pays tuition and expenses for all Indigenous who go there. This looks like part of the continuation of the state terror program through their education system.
Canada considers the indigenous as state property entrenched in their colonial system which is sustained by repression, lies, constant fear and death. The band council system known as “government mules” on each POW encampment called ‘reserves’, carry out the genocidal orders of the state. Our children are being herded into one of the foremost corporate brainwashing institutions in the world, McGill, where the merciless enemies of the indigenous are trained to not apply peacetime rules. We are not grateful to be offered our own money by an education system based upon genocide and European values, similar to the deathly residential schools that have been acknowledged as “cultural genocide” by Prime Minister Justin Trudeau. Genocide is genocide!
We are waiting for every indigenous place name to be publicly reinstated throughout onowaregeh turtle island. The European names reflect genocide.
“THE DARK SIDE OF DARPA”.
People throughout the world see that the levee is about to break and the people of McGill might not be prepared for it. As the song says, when the levee breaks, honey, you gotta move:
If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break When the levee breaks I’ll have no place to stay Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan Lord mean old levee taught me to weep and moan It’s got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home Oh well, oh well, oh well
Don’t it make you feel bad When you’re tryin’ to find your way home You don’t know which way to go? If you’re goin’ down South They got no work to do If you don’t move to Chicago
Cryin’ won’t help you prayin’ won’t do you no good Now cryin’ won’t help you prayin’ won’t do you no good When the levee breaks mama you got to move All last night sat on the levee and moaned All last night sat on the levee and moaned Thinkin’ ’bout me baby and my happy home Going to Chicago Going to Chicago
Sorry but I can’t take you Going down, going down now, going down Going down now, going down Going down, going down, going down
Going down now, going down Going down now, going down Going down now, going down Going d-d-d-d-down Woo, woo
MNN. June 28, 2024. Everyone in the world knows that we onkwehonwe are turtle island. The colonists took up residence, and stole the land, forests, waters, resources from the natural people placed here by kasastensera kowa saoiera, creation. What they are doing to us is not fair, just or reasonable. They know we can never give up our mother earth. The kanienkehaka of akwesasne are carrying out their duties according to the kaianerekowa, the great peace.
Land Back at Barnhart
Contextualizing the Re-occupation of Barnhart Island in Shared Legacies of Struggle
By Jennifer Lee
Views expressed in this opinion editorial do not represent those of any of the eight individuals arrested at Barnhart Island.
Some of the members of the Akwesasne 8 along with Indigenous supporters from outside of the community. (Photo by Akwesasne community member Demetri Lafrance)
On May 21, 2024, a group of eight Kanien’kehá:ka (Mohawk) community members from Akwesasne were arrested at Niionenhiasekowa:ne (Barnhart Island). Certain individuals among the “Akwesasne 8” had originally gone to Barnhart to exercise their right to build a hunting and gathering shelter on their own territory, in part to protest an ongoing land claim settlement that threatens to hand over Kanien’kehá:ka title to this island, among other traditionally held territories, to New York State. The settlement is being negotiated between New York entities and three Akwesasne government councils.1 Presently, the settlement negotiations would require the extinguishment of Mohawk title to Barnhart Island, which would be effectuated through an act of Congress.2 By asserting their right to the land, the Akwesasne 8 have sent a clear message to both negotiating parties. Barnhart Island, like all other territories illegally stolen and swindled from their community, is not for sale—particularly not by collaborationist band and tribal council entities that purport to represent the full community but that were in fact historically imposed upon it at gunpoint.
“[This] is not a story of triumphs of engineering over nature, nor is it a story of masterpiece on international diplomacy, nor even a story about change. It is rather a story about the intimate relationship that the Mohawks of Akwesasne had with the environment in which they lived from time immemorial and how change was forced upon them, through really no choice of their own. It is the story of how the forces of outside government and corporate America seemingly conspired to break the identity of the Mohawk in a manner that no residential school had ever successfully accomplished—by changing the environment in which Mohawk survived . . .” (Elders Study, 1995)
Our minds and hearts are chained to that island for thousands of years. There is nothing that can break that chain, as Joe Cocker sings to our intruders:
Unchain my heart Baby let, let me be ‘Cause you don’t care well, please Set me freeUnchain my heart Baby let me go Unchain my heart ‘Cause you don’t love me no moreEvery time I call you on the phone Some fella tells me that you’re not at home Unchain my heart Set me freeUnchain my heart Baby let me be Unchain my heart ‘Cause you don’t care about meYou’ve got me sewed up like a pillow case But you let my love go to waste Unchain my heart Set me freeI’m under your spell Like a man in a trance baby Oh but you know darn well That I don’t stand a chanceUnchain my heart Let me go my way Unchain my heart You worry me night and day
Why lead me through a life of misery When you don’t care a bag of beans for me Unchain my heart oh please Set me free Alright
I’m under your spell Just like a man in a trance, baby But you know darn well That I don’t stand a chance
Please unchain my heart Let me go my way Unchain my heart You worry me night and day
Why lead me through a life of misery When you don’t care a bag of beans for me Unchain my heart Please set me free
Oh set me free Oh woman why don’t you do that for me You don’t care Won’t you let me go If you don’t love me no more Like a man in a trance Let me go I’m under your spell Like a man in a trance Oh but you know darn well That I don’t stand a chance no Oh You don’t care Please set me free
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