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The Real World Politics of Protecting Native American Historic Sites in the Southeast

The Real World Politics of Protecting Native American Historic Sites in the Southeast

 

During the past ten years, the People of One Fire newsletter has repeatedly urged Southeastern Native Americans to stop expecting other people to do their fighting for them. Unless they start speaking up in public forums, running for local public offices, joining historic preservation societies and volunteering to serve on planning commissions and historical commissions, they will continue to be virtually powerless, when attacks on their cultural heritage occur. 

It is hoped that by reading this overview of recent Southeastern history, readers will more fully understand the obstacles they face. I am not going to pull any punches. What happens behind the scenes is rarely portrayed in the media.  Please don’t try to label me into left wing, right wing, male chauvinist, or whatever.  You will be told exactly what’s going on. It ain’t pretty and will undoubtedly offend some readers.

The current trendy thing is “celebrating differences”.  Well, there are some differences that are destructive to American society and some different people, who are pure evil, They should not be celebrated along with those, who make the world a better place for all.  The Muskogean Peoples have always defined morality in terms of the individual’s contribution to the community’s well-being,  not which clan they were in or how much wealth they have accumulated.

I don’t wanna talk about it.  They treated us worse than the Coloreds!

Granny Ruby

Mikko Jack Bone (Talasee Corn)

Mikko Jack Bone
(Talasee Corn)

For over a century, the Native American families, who stayed in the Southeastern United States after tribal governments were forcibly moved to the Indian Territory (Oklahoma), had very few, if any, civil rights.  In Georgia, they could not vote, attend public schools, work in a licensed profession, be officers in a militia unit, run for public office, work for a government agency, own real estate or even testify in their own behalf in a courtroom.

The Indian Citizenship Act of 1924 gave all Native Americans the right to vote, but most western state governments found ways to circumvent it. Southern states began allowing mixed Native-white American Indians to attend “Whites Only” public schools and vote during the Roosevelt Administration.  Full-bloods or Native Americans, who had some African heritage, were classified as Colored.  They were still not allowed to vote and were forced to attend inferior Colored Only schools.  All this nonsense did not completely end until the National Civil Rights Act of 1965.

Of course, many Native American families continued to (illegally) hold onto traditional family farms, but it was precarious situation for decades . . . particularly in Georgia.  During each of the three Seminole Wars, Hitchiti Creek families, who were citizens of Georgia and different than the Muskogee Creeks, were arrested by federal troops, posse’s or militia units; and marched to the Alabama state line, then legally exiled from the state. All their properties were seized and sold on the courthouse steps to the wealthy white planters, who had instigated the pogroms.

During the First and Second Seminole Wars, Georgia Creek families were imprisoned in a concentration camp next to Fort Mitchell, AL. Periodically, the survivors in the camp would be transported by soldiers to the Indian Territory and dumped in the Creek Nation without anything, but the clothes on their backs. 

Mahala (Ruby) Bone

Mahala (Ruby) Bone

During the Third Seminole War (1855-56) Creek citizens of Georgia were marched in chains to the Alabama Line.  Here they were handed legal papers that said if they ever entered Georgia again, they would become outlaws and could be shot on sight by anyone.   In 1855, Creek relatives of mine in the Burden, Bone, Sizemore, Halley, Wansley, Youngblood and Seymour families were marched 160 miles from Northeast Georgia to the Chattahoochee River.  They spent a year camping out in Barbour County, AL – picking cotton along with African slaves – then someone in the Creek Nation, probably their relative, Tiger Bone, commander of the Creek Lighthorse, paid the cost of their transportation to the Indian Territory.

Suddy Bone, my grandmother's oldest brother, took a Creek allotment near Broken Arrow, OK in 1905

Suddy Bone

Things got much better for Muskogeans during the Civil War, because the Confederate Congress declared members of the Five Civilized Tribes to be full citizens.  However, during Reconstruction carpetbaggers used the laws that forbade Indians from holding land, to seize farms owned by Creek Confederate veterans.  My families lost a 2,000 acre reserve that was granted after the Revolution. Things got horrible in the period between 1901 and 1917.  My grandmother’s older sister was raped and hung from a tree near their farm by Crackers working for a planter, who wanted their bottom land.  My grandmother and siblings were not allowed to go into town because white kids would throw mud and manure at them.  Things got so bad that in 1905, Suddy Bone, her oldest half-brother by 28 years moved to Oklahoma and took a Creek allotment.  His descendants still live in the areas around Broken Arrow, Muscogee and Henrietta, OK.

During the Roosevelt Administration, Creeks in Georgia whose land had been stolen during the pogroms, received reparations from the Federal government, but they were token payments.  Members of my mother’s family received $38 each as reparations, plus my mother was later offered 100 acres in the Oklahoma Creek Nation.  As part of the same act that paid them reparations, they could have become a federally- recognized Creek tribal town in Georgia, but did not . . . because they did not want the world to know that they were Indians.

Reluctance to take a high profile

This history lesson was given to explain why even today, many Muskogeans, Uchees and Shawnees in the Southeast are reluctant to speak up when their ancestral heritage sites are being destroyed or their history is being erased.  They want somebody else to go public and do their fighting for them. Even though the laws and social values have changed, there is still something deep inside them that fears of enduring yet another pogrom for being identified publicly as being Native American.

My grandparents had minimal education, but by the late 1900s were highly respected in their rural community.  My mother was highly intelligent and well educated.  Yet they, like most everybody else in their generations, would just complain bitterly in private, when injustices were committed by government agencies or academicians.

My mother would not even admit publicly that her family had substantial Creek heritage until Jimmy Carter was elected governor.  Carter demanded that the old Indian discrimination laws be officially removed from the Official Code of Georgia and invited Native Americans to establish state-recognized tribes.  The official state history book was revised to tell the important role that the Creeks played in the survival of the Colony of Georgia  and to explain that there were still hundreds of thousands of Native American descendants in the state.  Carter also played a major role in the federal recognition of the Muscogee-Creek Nation in 1979.

While I was living in the Asheville, NC area in the 1980s, my mother constantly raged about the changes being made in the state history curriculum, but did not even complain to her school superintendant. She merely wrote angry letters to me.  By then she had been named State Teacher of the Year and had a major role in the teacher training program, plus an advisory role in the state mandated curriculum.  However, she did nothing to stop the changes.

In the 1980s, the white, bisexual female wannabe Cherokees, who we talked about in an earlier article, began altering the state history syllabus.  They removed two chapters on the Creeks, written in the Carter Administration, and added three chapters on the Cherokees.

Students are taught the wannabe state history syllabus to this day. There are four and a half chapters on the Cherokees and one-half chapter on the role of the Creeks in founding Georgia.  Since there is not a whole lot one can say about the Cherokee history in Georgia until the Trail of Tears Period, the Georgia Cherokee chapters are filled with North Carolina Cherokee fairy tales and the history and culture of the Cherokees in Tennessee and North Carolina . . .  topics that have nothing to do with Georgia.  Basically, the syllabus states that the Creeks were also Indians, who lived in some areas of Georgia.  The syllabus does not even mention the Uchee, Chickasaw and Shawnee, who originally occupied large sections of the future state, but eventually joined the Creek Confederacy.

The fact is that the Cherokees played no role in the development of the Colony of Georgia and their only significance during statehood was during the decade between 1828 and 1838, when Georgia officials were using every dirty trick in the book to get rid of them.  Between 1794 and 1838, the Cherokees occupied roughly 15% of the state’s land area.  In 1715, the Creeks occupied 100% of the future state’s land area.  I fully realize that some of our readers are very proud that they are the 1/1280th descendant of some famous mixed blood Cherokee in Tennessee or North Carolina during the 1700s, but that is the reality of the situation.

A government of the occult, by the occult and for the elite

Beginning in the Reagan Administration, various left wing and right wing cults began taking over specific state and federal agencies,  One person would work their way into a position of power then start filling open administrative slots with members of his or her cult.  I include organized crime as a form of the occult.   Much of the actual work in these government agencies is done by non-cult members, who never are allowed to rise to management positions.

Here is an eyewitness example.  When I first returned to Georgia in the mid-1990s, I had just become “suddenly single” and was unprepared for being in the dating world.  I joined a single adults Sunday School class at Roswell United Methodist Church in North Metro Atlanta, so I could get used to being around human females rather than a herd of female dairy goats.  My goats gave over two gallons a day of milk, so initially, I was highly disappointed with the human females.  There were 1200 single adults in the church out of a total membership of about 8,000.

Our class had over 85 members and sponsored weekend socials almost every weekend that even involved going to discos for dancing.  I started noticing that a Earth Mother cult (generally very nice women), a Black Witch cult (pure poison), the Mafia and a Black and White Cult were trying to take over the class.  The Mafia’s interest was that about a fourth of the class members were former Roman Catholics, who had been shunned after getting a divorce.  Most of the people in the class, myself included, were just looking for someone nice to share their life with after being terribly wounded in a toxic marriage.

I am not exactly sure what the Black and White cult was.  They were Caucasians, who wore black and white clothes, when they sponsored Sunday School Class parties.  I somewhat befriended one of the Black and White Cult members after her six year old daughter came up to me in front of a lot of people at a picnic and asked me to marry her mother, since I would make the best daddy for her.  That was typical.  The kids had much better discernment in picking future parents than their mothers did in picking new husbands . . . who typically turned out to be as ill-matched as the first husband.

Well, anyway, this Black and White mother had very little education past high school. She would not date me since I was a Christian and a member of the church.  Yes . . . you got that right. She is a member of a Christian Sunday School Class, but only to recruit new cult members.

Fast forward a few years, and I am surprised to see that she is middle level management with a Georgia agency heavily involved with historic preservation and archaeology.  She is earning much more than the architects with the agency, who had at least 6-7 years of college.  She determined who and who didn’t get state grants for protecting and restoring historic structures. When the agency laid off much of its staff during the Great Recession, she was retained.  She doesn’t seem to contribute much to the agency, but has job security from somewhere.

The process seems to be near completion now, where individual agencies and departments operate as covert feudal kingdoms.  Much of their energy is devoted to creating financial opportunities for members of their cult or criminal organization.  Their first loyalty is thus, to their leftwing cult, crime organization, feminist cult, rightwing cult, etc.

I did not realize how far the process had gone until living in a tent in North Carolina.  A weird US Forest Service law enforcement ranger, who wore a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, plus liked to have teenage boys in the passenger seat with him, was constantly tailing me and harassing me. A local mountain family, living near my USFS campground told me that the witches around Murphy, NC didn’t like a “man of God” (me) camping where they held many of their rituals.

After I photographed the weird ranger meeting with two women from California, who were wearing the silver crescents of witch priestesses, I decided to strike back.  I went to the county library to get contact information for his bosses in the North Carolina state office of the USFS in Asheville.  Yikes!  I recognized most of the faces and first names of the all-woman USFS management team.  They were women who used to come out to our farm near Asheville for secret rituals of my ex-wife’s “sisterhood.”

Native American Graves Protection and Reparation Act (NAGPRA)

 Many cultural heritage situations that you think are local in nature are actually the result of decisions made at a national level.  They typically involve political agreements between covert organizations that most Americans don’t know exist and politicians or political parties.  NAGPRA is a good example.

Since 1980, the United States has been increasingly controlled by the occult.  However, things got much worse, very quickly, when George H. Bush was inaugurated as president.  What we saw happening in Georgia earlier in that decade became a national effort.

In 1988, the Atlanta Journal-Constitution published a map that showed all of Georgia from Savannah northward as being the traditional home of the Cherokees.  The same article labeled Etowah Mounds and Ocmulgee National Monument as Cherokee archaeological sites.  My grandmother, Ruby, had a flying fit and wrote me in Virginia, asking that I do something about it. I wrote back that I lived in Virginia and would be there the rest of my life. It was the problem of Georgia’s Creeks.  My Uncle Hal, who was the Keeper of our clan, did write a blistering letter to the AJC and did get a retraction published. This is the first time that anyone in our family had done anything publicly.

The next year, the National Park Service published the original NAGPRA map.  It showed all of Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, Tennessee, Kentucky, West Virginia, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina and Georgia to have been the traditional home of the Cherokees.  Only Louisiana and Florida were left out.  The only tribes shown in the Southeast were the Cherokees and Seminoles. Granny Ruby, my mother and Uncle Hal went ballistic when this map appeared in an Associated Press article, nationally published.  They were furious, but dared not complain to the federal government or their congressmen.  They asked me to do something, since I lived near Washington, DC.   Actually, in this case I could do a little bit.

tomsbrookfarm

The Tipton-Thornton Farm (1753-1770)

Our colonial farm had been designated one of the key properties of the proposed Shenandoah Valley National Battlefield Park.  I had become good friends with the NPS archaeologists and historians, who studied and excavated sections of our farm. It turned out to not only be the location of the third largest cavalry battle of the Civil War, but also an Adena village, a Hopewell village, a French and Indian War battle site and where a Revolutionary War wagon train, carrying gun powder, had blown up. The NPS employees were headquartered at nearby Harpers Ferry National Park.

The NPS friends told me that the NAGPRA map had been rammed down their throat in 1989 by the Bush White House.   They said that the map was obviously caca de toro, but they were told they would be fired, if they spoke publicly against it.    Yes, such things are still going on now.  Why would a president from New England, who became an oil man in Texas, want all of the South to be Cherokee?  Well, I told you that the good ole USA is a far stranger place than the talking heads in the national media let you know.

Speaking of talking heads, I had an ace in my pocket.  I was good friends with my neighbors downstream on Toms Brook, Katie Couric and her husband Jay Monahan.  Jay and I were on the Citizen Advisory Panel of the National Battlefield Protection Program.  Katie would not even bother to knock when she stopped by our farmhouse.  Nowadays, she probably doesn’t even remember my name, but back then she was at the peak of her popularity.  Her face was frequently on the magazine covers at the supermarket checkout stand.

Furthermore, Katie’s father was from South Georgia.  She still had family in Georgia and had started her career at CNN in Atlanta.  When I showed her the NAGPRA map, her first comment was, “This is B*** S***.   What’s this thing with the Cherokees being all over Georgia?”   She agreed to “ask around.”

The final map was changed.  I suspect, at least partially, because of Katie’s questions.  However, it left most of Georgia and the Southeast as “Unknown Tribal Affiliation” . . . the remainder being Cherokee.  The map does not mention the Choctaws, Chickasaws, Uchees, Catawbas, Shawnees, Alabamas, Apalachees or any of the many other tribes that once occupied the region.    Yep . . . that’s politics today.

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Gender War on America

During the Clinton Administration, we started seeing the first major attacks of the Gender War.  Heterosexual male middle level managers were being increasingly fired and replaced by women.   It seemed that the bulk of the men fired were those who treated women with respect.  The female saboteurs were afraid of the jackasses, who treated women like dirt. Those men invariably stayed in power.  Look how many years, the head of Fox News, Roger Ailes, stayed in power, despite the blatant sexual extortion he committed on female employees.  I really don’t understand why he has not been arrested and charged with rape and extortion.

Many of these empowered feminist  bureaucratic managers even have contempt for gay men.  It does not matter how dedicated these men are in their work or how skilled they are in their profession.  When a feminist cult takes over an agency, they typically will keep one gay man as their token male manager.  Other gay men are treated contemptuously as if they are drone worker bees. They have little chance for career advancement.  I know of several gay male state-employed professionals, who were framed by the women over them, because they did their work too well.  The incompetent administrators were afraid that the gay men were going to take their jobs.

The feminists zeroed in on the Cultural Heritage professions as their primary target for acquisition.  The goal was to make archaeology, historic preservation, museum management and urban planning the exclusive domain of empowered women. It was an extension of the Occult War, which began in the Reagan years.

Once the feminist cults took control of state and federal agencies, which issued contracts for archaeological firms, they steered  contracts to female-controlled firms.  Thus, in the late 1990s and early 2000s, most archaeological consulting firms in the Southeast were gobbled up by mega-engineering firms, went under or were restructured to be owned by women.  Take a look at the web sites of Southeastern cultural resource-archaeology firms.  Many will advertise prominently that they are a female owned firm.  Of course, they are white females.  Lordamercy, we don’t want Native Americans or African Americans coming in and spoiling things!

The byzantine world that we live in

The involvement of so many people with hidden agendas has greatly complicated the protection and study of Native American heritage sites.  While the federal and state laws say one thing, administrators of state, regional and district offices can tweak events to benefit their cult or political loyalty.   They will say one thing to you and local news reporters then do the opposite.

The chances are good that the people you meet in person concerning a Native American heritage site will be very sincere and not involved with occult activity.  However, things will get weird quickly . . . with the outcome being what the corrupt administrators wanted them to be.   This causes Native Americans often to shake their heads in bewilderment and swear that they will never be involved in such an endeavor again.  The bad outcome seemed preordained . . . as in the case of the destruction of a 1500 year old mound in Oxford, AL to make land fill for a Sam’s Warehouse.  The remains of this archaeological site can be seen in our featured photograph.

 

The only things that combat the occult and political corruption of our society are determination, knowledge and political power:

  • Don’t give up when the first obstacles appear.  That’s what the bad guys are hoping you will do.

 

  • Know everything there is to know about the Native American cultural history of your region. The People of One Fire website is specifically for that purpose.

 

  • Become an active member of a government commission or legislative body.  I do not know of any Native American heritage site that was saved by public demonstrations.

 

PS:  The creation of artificial crisesThe modus operandi of both cults and political extremist groups is to manipulate targeted individuals into personal crises so that they think that they have no choice, but to sell their soul to the dark side.  As mentioned in an earlier article, the purpose for me being evicted on Christmas Eve 2009 was that I would hate God and change my sexual preference to move in with an elderly, extremely wealthy, rightwing extremist, gay man with his poodle,  in order to have food and shelter.  The Master of Life (God) had other plans. The December 21, 2012 premier of the History Channel program on the Mayas in Georgia , was exactly on the three year anniversary of me getting the eviction notice.

 A similar crisis was created in 1995 in which I went from being a respected country squire, who was about to be appointed Architect of the National Capitol, to someone who was penniless and unknown in Hotlanta. My ex-wife hid that letter from the National Park Service, because she was about to leave me for her school principal and didn’t want me to have a lot of money, so I could hire Jay Monahan’s firm as my attorney.

 This is true.  When Jimmy Carter introduced me to a very young Senator Joe Biden in 1973, while we were playing Southern Rock records at the Governor’s Mansion, he said that I was going to be governor or maybe even president someday.  Of course, Joe was there to ask Jimmy to run for president.  I have never had an interest in being a politician, but Life is indeed a box of chocolates.

 The weirdest thing about being suddenly poor and trapped in Georgia was that no one believed me when said that I had, a few months earlier,  been living on a large Virginia colonial farm and been friends with several nationally known celebrities.  I would constantly see Katie Couric’s picture on magazines as I paid for groceries in Georgia, but people would have thought me crazy, if I told them I had been friends with her.   The recent past all seemed like a dream.

 

 

 

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Richard Thornton is a professional architect, city planner, author and museum exhibit designer-builder. He is today considered one of the nation’s leading experts on the Southeastern Indians. However, that was not always the case. While at Georgia Tech Richard was the first winner of the Barrett Fellowship, which enabled him to study Mesoamerican architecture and culture in Mexico under the auspices of the Institutio Nacional de Antropoligia e Historia. Dr. Roman Piňa-Chan, the famous archaeologist and director of the Museo Nacional de Antropologia, was his fellowship coordinator. For decades afterward, he lectured at universities and professional societies around the Southeast on Mesoamerican architecture, while knowing very little about his own Creek heritage. Then he was hired to carry out projects for the Muscogee-Creek Nation in Oklahoma. The rest is history. Richard is the Tribal Historic Preservation Officer for the KVWETV (Coweta) Creek Tribe and a member of the Perdido Bay Creek Tribe. In 2009 he was the architect for Oklahoma’s Trail of Tears Memorial at Council Oak Park in Tulsa. He is the president of the Apalache Foundation, which is sponsoring research into the advanced indigenous societies of the Lower Southeast.

12 Comments

  1. playclay2013@yahoo.com'

    I’ve been reading your posts for several months now and to say the least it has been interesting. I’ve lived in Young Harris, Warne, Western NC Asheville area and was raised in upstate SC , Starr, SC. My dad was a timber cruiser with a division of Mead paper Co and we went to every little back road and creek around. The place names that remain (some barely) are pretty facinating and your knowledge and research regarding these is very telling. I’m one of your nordic looking 1/240th something native ? (always assumed Cherokee). Been looking in the wrong enrollment books…. proving that part really does not matter so much to me….
    Ah well, I’ll keep reading and maybe have an opportunity to contribute at some point. I do know that I wish I had NOT donated my significant pottery find to the Museaum in Cherokee.

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    • Hey Lee

      It gets real confusing with the Cherokee ancestry because the real Cherokees bypassed the North Georgia Mountains in the late 1700s and settled in the more fertile river bottoms of NW Georgia. So the Native Americans in the heart of the Georgia Mountains were actually Itsate Creeks and Chestua Uchees, who agreed to abide by the laws of the Cherokee National Council. However, the federal government labeled these people Cherokees when they were forced to move. That’s why there are very, very few Cherokee place names in North Georgia. Yonah Mountain didn’t get its Cherokee name until about 20 years after the Cherokees had left Georgia! All those river names that people assume are Cherokee, such as Yahoola, Oostanaula, Coosa, Chestatee, Chattahoochee, Conesauga, Chattooga, etc. are actually Creek words that have no meaning in the Cherokee dictionary. Bet you are really kornfuzed now! LOL

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  2. mlee@uwf.edu'

    Hi Richard,
    What you said about the Creeks having to leave Georgia for Alabama also applied to my ancestors’ The laws against native peoples passed in Georgia came right after the same laws that had been passed already by the North Carolina legislature. My ancestors were living in Robeson Co., NC on the border across from South Carolina. Actually they were living on both sides of the Pee Dee River. People who had seen which way things were going started leaving after 1820 going to Georgia, Florida, Mississippi & southwest Louisiana. Some of their descendants became the Redbones, dominickers, etc. anything but whatever tribe they had been part of before. My Dad’s fathers ancestors went to Stewart Co., GA where they got land, paid taxes, served on juries even joined the local militia to fight against the Seminoles. Here is the description of my direct ancestor in his white second wife’s application for his Indian War Pension application–six foot, dark complexion, long straight black hair, blue eyes, a farmer & blacksmith. His first wife had been half native American. A lot of good trying to blend in & be a good neighbor did him. By 1834 he & his family had to leave Georgia & go to Alabama. They moved three times in Alabama before finally homesteading in Conecuh Co., AL after the Civil War. They had lost the land & everything in Covington Co., AL after the war because no money to pay taxes. So once more they moved & the whiter they became, no Indians here folks, we are so dark because we are part Portugee. That old code word from back home in Carolinas. They kept the native blood to themselves & intermarried with other local families who had also come from the same areas of the Carolinas & Georgia.
    By the 1930’s they had also gotten some of that reparation money you spoke of. My family always referred to it as the Creek docket money. My Lee father & one of his Robinson cousins went to the courthouse in either Monroe or Evergreen, AL. Dad had no car at that time but his cousin did. His aunts & uncles were living in Conecuh Co., Al at the time, Dad was living here in Florida. Of course no one kept the paperwork & all who knew the truth of it are long gone. Richard if you or anyone have any info on what the official name of this reparations was called or how to find out about it could you please post it. I have run into many others who have the same story about this money & if we can find more about it may be we can find a list of which ancestors it originated from. As far as can be found no one in my lines got on any of the rolls, they avoided them like the plague. My Choctaw ancestors in Mississippi (Dad’s mothers people) even have depositions by their white neighbors swearing they were Choctaw when they tried to get land in Oklahoma. Of course the agent was a drunk & they are listed as Mississippi Choctaw denied. They went about afterwards saying no indians here, we’re Creole. Thank goodness for DNA testing now & old family pictures. Must stop now.

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    • I don’t know the name of the program. My mother did not like to talk about her Creek ancestry until Jimmy Carter made it cool. I was about 6 when someone from the BIA called her up from Washington, DC and offered her 100 acres in the Creek Nation near Muskogee. I wish now that she had accepted the land. It was settlement of a real old treaty that was made only with the Hitchiti Creeks in NE Georgia – not the Muskogee Creeks.

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  3. Nicholasacambron@gmail.com'

    Hi Richard, I really like the article and you make it a very good read. The us political system is crazy, but you are right, the only way to change it is yourself(each individual). I liked the part where you refer to percentage, and it’s weird that such low percentages of mix have such high political impact. It is weird to think that I would have to mix out another 8 generations to represent the 1280 blood. I feel like the nation will not help our future, we must start to conserve it before it is gone. Sad. And thank you for the great read once again.

    Thank you

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    • Well, I was being somewhat sarcastic. One does not define one’s Native American soul by the percentage of descent from someone famous. My Creek ancestors were farmers – very skilled farmers, but still farmers. One did obtain fame by cutting off the heads of a room full of wealthy Tories during the American Revolution.

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      • Nicholasacambron@gmail.com'

        No I understand. I didn’t mean to offend, I wasnt trying to be rude by calling out mixture. I don’t think that blood quantum is what makes you a native. I think you meant 1/1080 instead of 1/1280, but I guess you could be 1/1280 too, lol. As you come up all you have when you search your family is what mix you’ve become and a number. It feels as if all I have anymore to hand down is my numbered and percentaged bloodline as my herritage. I don’t want to pass down a cbid #, I want to pass down our culture. I want our culture back. You could say that it is up to me to pass the culture down to my own, and that is true for everyone, but when they go to look and see what they are I want them to read the truth. I want them to know what they are. And I want them to study it in our education system so they don’t have to feel a secretive history filled with lies and just Not educational facts. That is for all races religions color and culture, for whatever time period you are studying, even if you can’t read fiction so you enjoy real life type textual reads. And, it has just alway been known where we come from, but, right below the writing of history, meant to cover up what really happened, is the small section at the library or bookstore that has anything to do with Native Americans. I need to buy your books, and I have looked in to Piña*, and unfortunately I don’t read Spanish that well, but I will at some point be able to sit down and read them.

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        • wakefieldrising@gmail.com'

          Well said!

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  4. justawriter22@gmail.com'

    Of all the articles of yours I have read Richard, this one sums it up best.
    My ancestors. The one’s who hid their Native American Urchee (have no doubt you hit that nail square on its’ head) and became white. The fact that white was the family name made the farce even worse in my mind growing up.
    Yet holding on to valuable bottom lands that were arable was the name of the game above and beyond all else.
    You can never measure the worth of a human by some numbers somewhere on a bank monitor.
    To me, your research and writings are priceless.
    Scoring those records from across the pond is absolutely an outstanding achievement for us all.
    For what you have written since has and will continue to ripple out in waves of truth, long needed.
    Every time I see your writing, I smile. May your path be soft and true this day.
    Listen to the wind. Suzy

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  5. ginger@deepfriedkudzu.com'

    Richard, I was just looking at your history of Brunswick stew when I noticed that of the related posts, this one, which actually uses a photograph I took in 2009. I really wish you had asked me to use this image of the Oxford mound first, but please at least credit it here as “Copyright deepfriedkudzu.com” with a link back to my site. Thank you.

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    • Sorry about that, but it was on the web without a name of the photographer, a copyright notice or a link to your site. I don’t use copyrighted materials if I can help it. I can add that note, if you will send me a URL for your site.

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      • Ginger@deepfriedkudzu.com'

        Deepfriedkudzu.com is my site, so please just caption it “Copyright, deepfriedkudzu.com” with a link going there.

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We are now celebrating the 11th year of the People of One Fire. In that time, we have seen a radical change in the way people receive information. The magazine industry has almost died. Printed newspapers are on life support. Ezines, such as POOF, replaced printed books as the primary means to present new knowledge. Now the media is shifting to videos, animated films of ancient towns, Youtube and three dimensional holograph images.

During the past six years, a privately owned business has generously subsidized my research as I virtually traveled along the coast lines and rivers of the Southeast. That will end in December 2017. I desperately need to find a means to keep our research self-supporting with advertising from a broader range of viewers. Creation of animated architectural history films for POOF and a People of One Fire Youtube Channel appears to be the way. To do this I will need to acquire state-of-art software and video hardware, which I can not afford with my very limited income. Several of you know personally that I live a very modest lifestyle. If you can help with this endeavor, it will be greatly appreciated.

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Richard Thornton . . . the truth is out there somewhere!

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