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It Ain't Easy Being Indian: July 2015
Thursday, July 16 2015
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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riceywild-web.jpg If you were to ask me if I am an environmentalist I would shout, “Ooonh YAH!!! You betcha!” and I would describe my almost OCD passion for recycling, my disgust for all GMO products and my mission against Monsanto. I want to eat ‘clean’ because I already have enough miseries in my life to just passively accept more unwanted poisons. If you’re on my Facebook friends list you know I compulsively post everything anti-environmental because Someone, Someone somewhere may not have seen it. Plus we are bombarded with lies about the proposed KXL pipelines that completely annihilate the environment and yet with every new oil leak or spill we are told the whole process is completely safe.

When I was a kid about 12-13 years old I began learning the true history of this Turtle Island of ours and the atrocities being committed upon our Mother. I raged and cried; I stomped around uttering awful deaths for the people who were responsible for the degradation, knowingly destroying our Mother for material wealth. I told my mother I wanted to “go back to the blanket” which is a euphemism (I think) for Indians who just got sick of the white man’s alleged ‘civilization’ and went back to the old ways of being and living in accord with Turtle Island and continue the gifts of wisdom and respect down to our descendants and theirs.

So the Gal’s and I went a’campin by a lake in the north woods very far from the big city lights. Melissa had posted she was bringing the coffee maker and my brain did a little “huh?” Then I thought she meant a percolator. I wanted to listen to music while we were out there asked if someone had a boom box. Denise did so it was cool. I figured we would need to buy some batteries. Turns out the campsite was wired up with GASP! outlets for electric stuff!!! I admit now being completely astounded but didn’t say anything at the time. I was just glad I could charge up my phone. Turns out the campground had bathrooms, showers and laundry too. Not very hard core ennit?

Our camp was on a little peninsula and in very close proximity to campers who were already there. I thought it a bit weird because I was used to powwow campgrounds and setting up tents near family or friends. We got our own space though with creative blocking and all the big work was done by my friends because I was sadly inept and kept getting in the way. Later we put on Bob Marley and 10 minutes later a park ranger told us to turn it off cuz people were trying to sleep. I don’t know how well that worked out for our neighbors because we snort-laughed most of the night talking, yelling and telling stories. Betcha Bob sounds better than that now, ay?

There were hundreds of large dragon flies above us the whole night so the mosquitoes weren’t too bad and loons were calling from across the lake. It was a magic night for good magic; we sacrificed some bloated gummy bears to rid ourselves of a common evil spirit and formed our first steps for a coven. ;) Melissa scorched up some hot dogs I passed on those but when it came time for S’mores I couldn’t find the skewers I brought for roasting marshmallows. We ended up eating them Paleo-style as Denise said; raw. Later while sitting alone I realized we had packed all the creature comfort contents of our homes plunked it down on the ground and called it camping. Which is fine by me this I can handle…! No more Extreme Camping for me thank you had enough for this life.

Sitting there more thoughts came to me. That if 92% of people like outdoor activities so why are they not supporting or standing up for this earth of ours? Don’t they want to come back year after year to enjoy it? My answer is most people take our Mother for granted and that there will always be someone else to save the earth. Green Peace maybe or the guy down the road who attends green rallies let him and his kind do it.

Well I never did go back to that blanket, my mother said to me that I wouldn’t last a day out there which was true; my inborn Indian skills in the woods must’ve got put in the wrong dna folder. I have other skills though; I can write, I can call, I can demonstrate, I can join others who are activists and there may just be a chance, a small chance together we can put a stop to the gutting and killing Our Mother. Get it out there that we humans need her; she doesn’t need us.


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