Due to schedules our family will be celebrating Thanksgiving this evening with a feast. We will have close friends and loved ones sitting around the table with us, and we will celebrate freedom and gratitude for all that life has gifted us. And although this is my primary focus whenever I celebrate Thanksgiving, whether it be in October for the Canadian one, or November with our youngest who returns from California for her chance to celebrate; I can’t help but feel a little bit sad for all the damage we, white people, have done along the way. Reading about Standing Rock, and how we’re repeating a bad part of our history all over again, attempting to take what isn’t ours, using force, and brutality to do it has me meditating on how “we” need to take “no” for an answer, and how “we” need to honor those who already live on the land.
I mean, if somebody were to decide that they wanted to come and live in my house, or take over my property to run a pipeline, or something that I didn’t want, would I stand idly by and simply allow them to do so?
No. No I would not. With this in mind we also should not stand idly by and allow government and big money to disrupt the land/homes of thousands of people just because we want what we want. We’ve done this in the past and it was the wrong way back then, we’re supposedly more “evolved” now which makes this sort of behavior even more despicable. It is 2016 after all people, let’s not do this again, not now. We must stand together against racism, hatred and greed. Nobody can fight alone.
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can’t use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They’ve got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I’ll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, ‘Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.