I don't live where I grew up anymore, but after coming back after several years, all the markers had been replaced with new ones saying "Heritage Trail" instead of the former. This was in parts of Arkansas, but I noticed it in Oklahoma as well, but not everywhere. Is this just different municipalities trying to sanitize, or something else?
The guy who was holding the dogs leash even said “DONT WORRY, MY DOGS ARE FRIENDLY” as my dad tried to move to the side out of the way. What fucking idiots. I can’t believe how they all say the same fucking thing.
A second later one of the THREE dogs lunged. As usual, it was a couple with two small children and the father had three pits on long leashes or maybe retractable ones, had no control over them.
My dad didn’t think they came in contact but our dog (family dog, so when I say my dog and our dog, it’s the same dog) looked at my dad and he saw blood on his face, he picked him up and ran a mile to the car, thankfully the vets office was across the street. But before any blood was noticed the owners just didn’t say anything really and kept walking. The guy managed to squeak out something once my dad flipped and yelled.
He is at the vet and getting stitches. I warned my dad (who was walking our dog) about pits and what to do if he sees one on a walk but he said it happened in a second, right as they both came over a hill. I’m worried about my dog being sedated for the stitches and I know some dogs don’t do well with sedation and some don’t wake up, he’s never had to have that before. It’s something we’ve been afraid of and never wanted him to experience. I have no idea what I’m feeling right now, just messed up.
Years ago I was a millimeter away from a pit bull latching onto my face. I was at a friends house, their pit was kept in there room most of the time in a fucking cage each day. I didn’t know anything about pits then, one day he let the dog out and it was just sitting staring into my eyes from a few feet away while I was petting it gently and from 0 to 512 it snapped to bite the entire front of my face. I flinched so it ended up basically punching me in the face with its mouth.
Then from 512 back to 0 it sat back down like nothing, it was an out of body experience for me. Owner who was sitting right next to me said “did she just try to bite you?” all I could do was nod once. This friend I don’t speak to anymore said, “yeah she does that with other girls” .....
Ever since then if my loving pup ever looks me in the eyes I remember that moment and have to move away out of fear of getting bitten. I feel safer with the coyotes that are in my backyard every night than I do with one of these monster dogs. Just sad and hoping pup is okay 😞
Darling,
I saw a movie last night and it was a literal cry fest, a horrible trail of unending tears. It made me think of how sad and helpless I'd felt in those times when you can't help someone you love so dearly. You just simply see them deteriorate slowly, and further yet, into the depths of some unknown place, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop the progression of time, the events that will eventually unfold, and you're simply there, witnessing it all over again.
And then you remember every moment of it; the images from your own life. All the times when you had an opportunity to make different choices, but didn't, and still you watched it all unravel. I should've, I could've but ultimately didn't.
I don't think there's anything worse than seeing someone you love slowly die. When they lose everything that makes them uniquely them. Their sense of humour, gone. Their cognition, gone. They don't even remember you anymore, who you are. They don't recognise you anymore.
You miss the way they banter, the way they used to tell you a bon mot. The way they used to be there all the time, as a voice of reason. When you wanted to know the meaning of a word, they always used to know, like an encyclopedia. When you started dating, they gave you tips. They taught you how to shave your legs, to moisturise your neck and hands, along with your face, because according to them, most women focus on their face, but not on their hands and necks. They taught you to think of cooking as an art and not a chore, to walk slowly with purpose and not clumsily run, as a lady would.
You miss all their commentary and insights about your work, the way they corrected your graduate theses and pointed out all your grammatical mistakes, if you needed more examples to prove your case; the way when you wanted to discuss something of a philosophical nature, they were always there to recommend a book or tell you about some trivia about something in history or in war or some obscure work of literature.
Do you have a person like that in your life?
I was looking through a random book in my library the other day, and in a book about Siberia, I found a birthday card I had written for my father when I was at university, tucked into the pages of its cover. I found it so odd that he had saved that particular birthday card in that particular book...
Would you like to know what it said?
My family is being forced off our land on the Trail of Tears by a local government that is working outside of the law under a "good ole boy" system. The pandemic hit us hard and we knew we would not be able to carry rent so when my husband lost his job we used his 401K and pension to buy a small piece of agricultural land in a local county. We checked local code to be sure we would be able to live in our recreational vehicle and saw that it was allowable. Our neighbor is apparently well connected and doesn't want to see our camper on our land and has weaponized the local code enforcement to have us forcefully removed. They are ignoring the Agricultural code that allows us to be there and are citing us with a code that doesn't apply to our situation. The judge ruled in favor of the county, which we were told she would do. Now our family has been ordered off our own land by December 21, 2020 and will essentially become homeless if we cannot hire an attorney to appeal this decision. Please help us share our story and if you can help fund our efforts we would be so grateful. We created a facebook page with all the details. We have been sharing "The Details Post" with the hashtags #justiceformyfamily #polkcounty the page can be found at Justice For My Family
The lawyers we have spoken to need a $5,000 retainer to get started but have let us know that this could get to upwards of $15,000.00 because of the way the county is escalating this.
Proof that I am me is here
Our gofundme page is here
I hope all of that worked.
Edit: Fixed my links/formatting and added gofundme info
So from what I can find, John Ehle is not a Native; it seems like everyone saying they are Native and love the book are white people claiming "Cherokee heritage". I am afraid of reading it and it being extremely White Washed.
I'd much rather support an Indigenous author on the subject, but every search I am trying to find on the matter keeps leading me back to John Ehle's narrative claiming "it's the best".
How can I find books written by Indigenous people more easily? I've tried to look at some tribal websites but I don't see book recommendations and the are no Native reservations/libraries near me.
When I learned about these events in history class they were presented like everyone did this and it was just how people were of that time. But we’re there major figures who did speak out against these events and if so why don’t we learn about them?
Thanks to /u/misrepresentedentity for the goodness today! Moving on through the amendments to the US Constitution we find ourselves at Criminal Proceedings and Rights related to Criminal Prosecution.
Our person of color today is 1st Sgt. Pascal Poolaw who is another veteran of WWII, Korea and the Vietnam Civil War/Police Action.
Touching on the documentary from the previous post about Native Population Decline we stumble into a migration of Native peoples with Trail of Tears.
President Andrew Jackson's Indian Removal Policy from the southern states.
Documentary on the Trail of Tears.
Thanks to /u/mpikou for the Truth and Reconciliation Reports Canada
