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SUMMARY:Native American Kindness Day GOOD NEWS CALENDAR
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DESCRIPTION:\n	\n		Native American Harvest Art \n	\n\n\n\n	\n		 Thanks
	giving is the final thursday in November share photos of art OR text of fi
	ction \n	\n\n\n\n	\n		 The photos can be to-&gt\;sculpture/knitting or s
	ewing/graffiti/tattoo concerning Native Americans enjoying food only -can 
	include Black seminoles- no colonists from europe \n	\n\n\n\n	\n		 The
	 text can only be fiction based on the following: Native Americans communi
	ties around harvest - black seminoles allowed- no colonist from europ
	e  \n	\n\n\n\n	\n		   https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/261-native-ame
	rican-harvest-day-art-or-text-craft-parade-good-news-blog/?do=findComment&
	amp\;comment=961\n	\n\n\n\n	 \n\n\n\n	STORY \n\n\n\n	 \n\n\n\n	\n\n\n\n
		\n		I remember when I saw Hialeah after waking up. The members of the rai
	ding band cautiously behind me. She was cooking food for all.  \n\n		\n\n
			\n\n		\n\n		I knew few english words\, my name being John\; but she didn
	’t mind. I met her eyes and she already knew mine. We fell in love\, and
	 I joined her raiding party. We survived tons of gunfire as colonist numbe
	rs grew and grew. We even got through a pregnancy in a winter woods in the
	 MicMaq lands now called New England. Aponi\, our little treasure\, skippi
	ng in the snow. Hialeah’s feet after the pregnancy always needed extra c
	omfort. I had to make special shoes for her.\n\n		\n\n		 \n\n		\n\n		Then
	\, the colonists in 1775 finally wanted to not be english. We talked about
	 what we should do. She reminded all of us\, her people were assaulted by 
	the colonist and had to flee. The colonists fable of being aided is their 
	version of saying they stole from native people. Her people of the Powhata
	n Confederacy had to protect our food from colonists\, who eventually raid
	ed across the Tsenacommacah and made it Virginia. She will never forgive t
	he colonists\, whether they call themselves english or american. And the p
	ersistence of their myth of friendship\, sickens her very soul.\n\n		\n\n	
		I agreed\, some others joined me and her\, but most chose to go farther w
	est. I didn’t know about my people across the great water\, but I will n
	ever forgive the colonists\, no matter what they call themselves either. A
	nd\, we few went south. We were at the battle for Jersey. I even saw a fla
	mboyant soldier defend against the colonists.  \n\n		\n\n		 \n\n		\n\n		
	After meeting Richard Freeman\, he told me that Ethiopia is a place across
	 the big water. Since I never heard of a place across the great water wher
	e I came from before\, I called myself John Ethiopia.  \n\n		\n\n		And th
	en\, the war got worse. My beautiful land was shot during a raid\, I held 
	our butterfly\, as her mother sung her last song to her.   \n\n		\n\n		A
	nd\, in 1783\, the war ended. Me plus our daughter\, the last of our band\
	, were sent to Nova Scotia. The cold was too much for the little butterfly
	 and she died.  \n\n		\n\n		Alone\, cold\, my memory of her with our litt
	le life losing color or definition in the last thoughts in my life.\n\n		\
	n\n		\n\n		\n\n		My spirit now gives thanks not living under the colonists
	\, as their kingdom grew. A kingdom full of thieves. I give thanks for bei
	ng eternally free from its lies\, side my loving wife and child. Beyond th
	e confines or the reach of the eagle.\n\n		\n\n		Thank you for reading\, i
	f you want to read more of my work read below\n\n		Poetry or More\n\n		htt
	ps://www.kobo.com/ebook/poetry-or-more-1\n\n		Bookbub\n\n		https://www.boo
	kbub.com/profile/richard-murray-16885e64-6c28-459e-bf5f-45c7d458ce49\n\n		
	AALBC\n\n		https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/blog/29-richard-murray-hearth/\n	\n\
	n\n\n	 \n\n
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