The painting was of a tribe, forced ever westward by colonist expansion,
standing on a bluff overlooking the Pacific ocean. The chief was gazing at
the ocean, like he was contemplating their live along the shores. At his
feet, however, is a dog, looking back over his shoulder with a look of
terror in his eyes, like he knew there would never be a safe place for them.
The painting moved me on many levels. If anyone can help me with the
paintings name, or the artist, or maybe a lead to find such info, I'd really
appreciate it.
Thanks,
-dave-
I am Tsalagi (Cherokee) Ani-Waya (Wolf Clan). The cherokee people are much
like any group of people. We have great schools, a strong Tribal Nation
government, and work with many other groups to teach our language and
culture.
We do not all live on reservations all our life. Many of us go out and get
an education, teach our culture, and share it. We often return to the
reservation later and help it grow from what we learn.
Not all tribal groups are the same. Some still live in poverty and suffer,
but not all. I have spent alot of time visiting other groups and talking
with them about how they can progress and still maintain their culture.
For those of us who have moved off the reservation. We are lucky to now
remain connected via the internet. We can now see Tribal coucil meetings and
State of the Nation addresses from the Oklahoma reservation via the
internet.
The past wasn't glorious when we were forced off our homelands to
reservations. Yet mother earth is vast, and she as a whole is our land and
strength. We find our strength and move on. Drewling in hate from the past
will only prevent you from building a future and living life.
Red Eagle
www.sacredflute.com
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