MNN. June 27, 2018. Once again the invaders practice celebratory denial on July 1. They have drunken parties and spout tell lies about their gross misdeeds – residential schools, scalping, murder, stealing our possessions and the continuing genocide of all life. They continue to rape our mother and all of her children.
KENONTSAKENIIO – FEMALES ARE TO BE DEFENDED BY THE MALE HALF OF HUMAN LIFE.
ra-te-ri-wa-kwe-ri-ensta tse-nitsi-wahont-ti-tsa-ri-si kanon tsi-non hon-tsa-te ne kanon ne ka-we-noteh. tanon ro-na-se-tien so-hatie ne ne akwa onhontsa keken. tanon ne ken-non ne ne kah-ionkwa ta-hon-ne-ken ne ki-ie-sa-ton. tanon ne re-ti-io ta-tie a-ion ki-ton-teh ne ne onknkwawenneha. sekon tion-kwe-ta-kwen.
onkwehonweneha means being human in the way of forever which is being in harmony with creation. The tree of peace represents the people forever. It is always alive. We are like the needles that fall to the ground that go back into the earth to live again. We must all keep the tree upright. If the people should ever fall, all families are responsible to keep everybody strong.
Our mother created one bowl and one spoon. We shall all benefit from creation. No one can claim it is theirs. The spoon is not sharp as we dip into the bowl so as not to cut the skin, shed blood and create anger.
. . REMEMBER THE RIGHT TO DEFEND WHEN ATTACKED AND HUNGRY.
The white man orders murder of life. They go to other lands and rape the people and the lands. They take no responsibility. They left their own mother and don’t protect anybody but themselves.
Wracked with bitterness and regret, the invaders blind themselves from their promises broken and truths ignored, and how their greed poisoned us and all life on great turtle island. The invaders will feel betrayal all their arrogant attitudes and beliefs. We will be set free. Their own people will hand them over to the black serpent for disposal for the genocide they try to continue to commit.
We will be grateful when they are gone. They won’t be here to force us to sing sad songs and live a sad life. The Band sings about the legacy of the invaders: “Tears of rage, tears of grief. Why must I always be the thief? Come to me now, you know we are so alone, and life is brief.”