Jeremy
Hogan
“You are a guest … Bush is our neighbor”
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6)
I
meet a Native-American man on the road as a biker passes. Flags are on the mirrors
of the bike rolling away. The rider is white, middle aged with gray hair.
The
Native-American gives me that look like he’s been out in the forest for 40
days and I am the first person he’s seen. He looks like he needs help.
“He
just called me a fucking traitor,” the Indian says to me.
“I
find this very strange … if I remember correctly the Indians were here before
the Europeans.” First we smile. Then we laugh.
Ignorant
fucks. Don’t they know the real history of our free nation … well I
guess they don’t teach that in the schools?
The
real history of this America includes genocide of the Native-Americans. But why
do I care? Because I AM part Native-American … so I better know. And, I’ll
tell you sometime about the legacy of a once free people who can’t own land
and about generations of alcoholism and poverty.
But
now I am passing ranches and 4X4s and signs that support Bush. I pass the 2000
crosses out near the entrance to Bush’s ranch. Those are people who died
because of his decision to invade Iraq and he won’t meet one more time with
the mother of one of them to tell her why he started this war? What is a human
life worth? I’d say at least 5 minutes of his time. If he disagrees with
her why not tell her to her face?
They
say on the radio there is a Hurricane coming … they say Bush is watching.
He better.
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