I am discouraged and saddened. My heart aches because I was confronted by images of the atrocities against the Sioux before and after Wounded Knee. The images were from a movie my husband and I watched tonight. The movie is Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.
I am angered, saddened and remorseful all at the same time. This movie has stirred many painful emotions in my heart and in my spirit. I knew that watching it would effect me but I was not prepared for it to effect me this much. Watching this movie has only reminded me that I do not fully belong on either side of my ancestry because I am mixed blood. I am red and I am white, and I feel as if I am a stranger to both cultures. I am torn between them both, not really knowing if I can be loyal to both at the same time.
The story of the Two Wolves Within is the perfect analogy for me to remember. I can feed the angry and hating wolf or I can feed the forgiving and patient wolf. I want to forgive what was done to my People, what was done to American NDNs, to my Ancestors, in the name of God, and what is still being done today against Indigenous people. I want to be reconciled with my NDN relations, and I want to be reconciled inside my spirit between the NDN and 'white man' inside of me. But I also want to angry because my broken NDN spirit cries out for justice. The wailing cries of my Ancestors call out for remembrance and vindication. My NDN blood boils with anger, while my 'white man' spirit cries in shame and remorse. I am trapped in a battle that never rests, never stops, ever chaotic. I cannot explain this any better than what I already have. I do not really understand it all myself.
My skin may be white but my heart and my spirit are NDN. I am Cherokee and I am Choctaw. I am Gigageitsula. I do have a desire to connect with my Celtic heritage and ancestry, but it pales in comparsion to my burning desire to connect with my NDN heritage and ancestry. I find it difficult to contain my passion for learning all I can about my heritage and about my Ancestors. And I cannot help wanting to know more about NDN people, culture, history, and way of life.
I am indeed a follower of Jesus. I was long before I embraced my NDN heritage. And when I first began walking this spiritual path of reconciliation and renewal, I had no idea that I, too, would be among those who needed to be healed and reconciled within my own heart and spirit. I did not realize that God [Wakan Takan, the Great Spirit] would use this spiritual path to reach inside of my own soul and teach me how to forgive and let go of the wounds of the past. I did not realize beforehand that I had buried anger and unforgiveness toward the 'white man' in my own heart. But when I began to walk this path and I began to encounter opposition, sometimes ruthless opposition, I quickly realized that I was full of hate, and yet full of sadness and remorse.
I simply could not reconcile my Christian faith (the 'white man's religion) with my NDN blood and ancestry. I had been told often that I could not be Christian and NDN at the same time. One or the other had to go. "Kill the Indian, save the man" is the kind of reaction I most often encounter as I walk this path.
I suppose I have rambled on enough now. I am quite disappointed that there are not more who have come to this thread, this 'club'. But Wakan Takan reminds me that the numbers are not what is important, and that I am not to keep score or compare myself with other believers. And that is a hard lesson for me to learn.
Although I use the name of Spirit Wind, as to signify my Christian faith coinciding with my NDN heritage, I am still GigageiTsula, I am still RedFox. I hope I have not intruded or have not offended anyone else here. I am not saying all of this to upset or scold anyone. I am simply sharing my heart. May Wakan Takan be with you.
Spirit Wind