Thursday, December 26, 2013

Why Many Americans Love Israel and Hate Palestinians


It's in our history, maybe even in our DNA, several hundred years worth of lying, killing and stealing from the 'Red Man' to fulfill our dreams of an Empire from sea to shining sea.

To accomplish that goal, we murdered our way across the continent, practicing genocide against the Native people who had been here first.

A mass-murdering of a people that only wanted to be left alone, which we couldn't do, not when there was 'Gold in them thar' hills.' So we butchered millions and millions of Native Americans, way over the magical and erroneous number of six million cited by holocau$t pushers to justify the Israeli genocide of Palestinians.
The list of American genocidal policies includes: Mass-execution, Biological warfare, Forced Removal from homelands, Incarceration, Indoctrination of non-indigenous values, forced surgical sterilization of native women, Prevention of religious practices...hanging them en masse, roasting them on spits, hacking their children into pieces to be used as dog food...
Is it so different from what the Khazar invaders are doing and have been doing to the native Palestinians for decades?

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"We Would Rather Have Died" Chief Standing Bear (1879)

We lived on our land as long as we can remember. No one knows how long ago we came there. The land was owned by our tribe as far back as memory of men goes. We were living quietly on our farms. All of a sudden one white man came. We had no idea what for. This was the inspector. He came to our tribe with Rev. Mr. Hinman. These two, with the agent, James Lawrence, they made our trouble.

They said the President told us to pack up—that we must move to the Indian Territory.

The inspector said to us: "The President says you must sell this land. He will buy it and pay you the money, and give you new land in the Indian Territory."

We said to him: "We do not know your authority. You have no right to move us till we have had council with the President."

We said to him: "When two persons wish to make a bargain, they can talk together and find out what each wants, and then make their agreement."

We said to him: "We do not wish to go. When a man owns anything, he does not let it go till he has received payment for it."

We said to him: "We will see the President first."

He said to us: "I will take you to see the new land. If you like it, then you can see the President, and tell him so. If not, then you can see him and tell him so." And he took all ten of our chiefs down. I went, and Bright Eyes' uncle went. He took us to look at three different pieces of land. He said we must take one of the three pieces, so the President said. After he took us down there, he said: "No pay for the land you left."


We said to him: "You have forgotten what you said before we started. You said we should have pay for our land. Now you say not. You told us then you were speaking truth."

All these three men took us down there. The man got very angry. He tried to compel us to take one of the three pieces of land. He told us to be brave. He said to us: "If you do not accept these, I will leave you here alone. You are one thousand miles from home. You have no money. You have no interpreter, and you cannot speak the language." And he went out and slammed the door. The man talked to us from long before sundown till it was nine o'clock at night.

We said to him: "He said to us: "The President did not tell me to take you to Washington; neither did he tell me to take you home."

We said to him: "You have the Indian money you took to bring us down here. That money belongs to us. We would like to have some of it. People do not give away food for nothing. We must have money to buy food on the road."

He said to us: "I will not give you a cent."

We said to him: "We are in a strange country. We cannot find our way home. Give us a pass, that people may show us our way."

He said: "I will not give you any."

We said to him: "The interpreter is ours. We pay him. Let him go with us."

He said: "You shall not have the interpreter. He is mine, and not yours."


We said to him: "Take us at least to the railroad; show us the way to that."

And he would not. He left us right there. It was winter. We started for home on foot. At night we slept in haystacks. We barely lived till morning, it was so cold. We had nothing but our blankets. We took the ears of corn that had dried in the fields; we ate it raw. The soles of our moccasins wore out. We went barefoot in the snow. We were nearly dead when we reached the Otoe Reserve. It had been fifty days. We stayed there ten days to strengthen up, and the Otoes gave each of us a pony. The agent of the Otoes told us he had received a telegram from the inspector, saying that the Indian chiefs had run away; not to give us food or shelter, or help in any way. The agent said: "I would like to understand. Tell me all that has happened. Tell me the truth. . . ."

Then we told our story to the agent and to the Otoe chiefs—how we had been left down there to find our way.

The agent said: "I can hardly believe it possible that anyone could have treated you so. The inspector was a poor man to have done this. If I had taken chiefs in this way, I would have brought them home; I could not have left them there."

In seven days we reached the Omaha Reservation. Then we sent a telegram to the President; asked him if he had authorized this thing. We waited three days for the answer. No answer came.

In four days we reached our own home. We found the inspector there. While we were gone, he had come to our people and told them to move.

Our people said: "Where are our chiefs? What have you done with them? Why have you not brought them back? We will not move till our chiefs come back."

Then the inspector told them: "Tomorrow you must be ready to move. If you are not ready you will be shot." Then the soldiers came to the doors with their bayonets, and ten families were frightened. The soldiers brought wagons, they put their things in and were carried away. The rest of the tribe would not move. . . .
CHIEF JOSEPH RECOUNTS HIS TRIP TO WASHINGTON, D.C. (1879)

American Horse...[describing what he saw at the Wounded Knee massacre.]

The men were separated, as has already been said, from the women, and they were surrounded by the soldiers. Then came next the village of the Indians and that was entirely surrounded by the soldiers also. When the firing began, of course the people who were standing immediately around the young man who fired the first shot were killed right together, and then they turned their guns, Hotchkill guns, etc., upon the women who were in the lodges standing there under a flag of truce, and of course as soon as they were fired upon they fled, the men fleeing in one direction and the women running in two different directions. So that there were three general directions in which they took flight.

There was a woman with an infant in her arms who was killed as she almost touched the flag of truce, and the women and children of course were strewn all along the circular village until they were dispatched. Right near the flag of truce a mother was shot down with her infant; the child not knowing that its mother was dead was still nursing, and that especially was a very sad sight. The women as they were fleeing with their babes were killed together, shot right through, and the women who were very heavy with child were also killed. All the Indians fled in these three directions, and after most all of them had been killed a cry was made that all those who were not killed wounded should come forth and they would be safe. Little boys who were not wounded came out of their places of refuge, and as soon as they came in sight a number of soldiers surrounded them and butchered them there.
ADL Blasts Those Seeking Peace in the ME as being anti-Semitic
Black Hawk talks about his experience with the 'White Man.'

An Indian who is as bad as the white men, could not live in our nation; he would be put to death, and eat [sic] up by the wolves. The white men are bad school-masters; they carry false looks, and deal in false actions; they smile in the face of the poor Indian to cheat him; they shake them by the hand to gain their confidence, to make them drunk, to deceive them, and ruin our wives. We told them to let us alone; but they followed on and beset our paths, and they coiled themselves among us like the snake. They poisoned us by their touch. We were not safe. We lived in danger. We were becoming like them, hypocrites and liars, adulterers, lazy drones, all talkers, and no workers...

The white men do not scalp the head; but they do worse-they poison the heart, it is not pure with them.
ZOF Butchers Get Their Jollies By Murdering Children
Tecumseh's Speech to the Osages (Winter 1811-12)

Brothers,—When the white men first set foot on our grounds, they were hungry; they had no place on which to spread their blankets, or to kindle their fires. They were feeble; they could do nothing for themselves. Our father commiserated their distress, and shared freely with them whatever the Great Spirit had given his red children. They gave them food when hungry, medicine when sick, spread skins for them to sleep on, and gave them grounds, that they might hunt and raise corn.

Brothers,—The white people are like poisonous serpents: when chilled, they are feeble and harmless; but invigorate them with warmth, and they sting their benefactors to death.
500 treaties made by the White Man with the Indians and 500 treaties were broken by the White Man. 
Payback is a Mother Fucker!
In 2009, Indians comprise about 1 percent of the population, and irony of ironies, the outback real estate they were forced to accept as their new homelands in the 19th century holds 40 percent of the nation's coal reserves. And that's just for openers. At a time when the nation's industrial machinery and extractive industries are running out of critical mineral resources, Indian lands hold 65 percent of the nation's uranium, untold ounces of gold, silver, cadmium, platinum and manganese, and billions of board feet of virgin timber. In the ground beneath that timber are billions of cubic feet of natural gas, millions of barrels of oil and a treasure chest of copper and zinc. Perhaps even more critically, Indian lands contain 20 percent of the nation's fresh water.
Have things changed that much over the century's?

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3 comments:

Lee said...

Oh boy, this is a tough story to behold. In the past I mentioned my family was of mix origin, namely native American Indian, Hispanic/Sephardic/Jewish blood.

My mother was born in a reservation near Hayden, Arizona, and is of the Arapaho tribe. Her life was tragic due being of mixed blood and rejected by both sides. My father is of the Tiwa tribe of the Apache nation. His life was better.

I'm torn inside because of what the Jews did to these native people. I'm torn because of my Sephardic/Spanish/Jew ancestral connection and bear some guilt.

I am both the victim, and the perpetrator, at the same time.

When you mentioned it's in our DNA, I have to agree with you on that. My father told me when you point a finger at others, you have three pointing back at you.

He was so right.

I don't endorse hurting people or taking away their property. I took after my father by trying to live civil and in peace.

Other family members do not have Dad's peaceful attributes. Some are greedy, selfish, conniving,nasty, and downright evil.

I woke up from the slumber that permeates practically all Americans a few years ago.

When I saw a picture of a child with his internal organs blasted out due to a cluster bomb, that's when things changed for me.

Children are being murdered daily in Palestine and Americans are to blame. The blood of the innocent is on our hands. Worse yet, the blood is on the moneyed hands of the Christian leaders who, for lack of better words, are the cheer leaders of this evil act.

In my DNA there are genetic markers of the Semitic region. Perhaps this is my kinship to the Palestinian people, who's cries for help, are calling me?

Christmas was a day ago. But if I recall the story, angels appeared to the poor and lonely shepherds telling them the birth of the Prince of Peace.

They were Palestinians.

Americans have taken on the attributes of Ebeneezer Scrooge.

I pray that Americans receive redemption like Scrooge, who denied mankind was his business, and take the true meaning of Christmas, in to, their hearts.

Peace.

musique said...

Wow!

"It's in our history, maybe even in our DNA, several hundred years worth of lying, killing and stealing from the 'Red Man' to fulfill our dreams of an Empire from sea to shining sea.

To accomplish that goal, we murdered our way across the continent, practicing genocide against the Native people who had been here first."


Bravo Greg, You totally nailed it. Can't imagine anyone else in the truth movement as gutsy as Greg.

For same reason, I totally detest Thanksgiving and don't celebrate it. I detest hearing those dreaded words, "Happy Thanksgiving!" It is a day for morning for many native Americans - the real holocaust we should be all discussing. I don't see the point for shedding tears for the Palestinians while sugarcoating "my loving ancestors" story ... yeah, like those bloodthirsty pilgrim ancestors deserve some celebration, let's spit & dance on their graves instead, for fun!

Lee, very fascinating background and wish more like minded people need to wake up really fast.

Greg Bacon said...

Don't guess we'll be hearing about reparations for Native Americans any time soon, since that word has been copyrighted by the holocau$t industry.

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