Electric Strawberry Moon

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Indigenous resistance reclaim movement against the police killings of oppressed peoples by police. As you know by now members of invader culture are hijacking the movements of African and Indigenous peoples. Nowhere is this a greater issue than the so called pacific northwest. After an attempt to pass out fliers regarding indigenous resistance led to angry outbursts of white fragility and hate speech and invader culture members ripping up fliers and throwing the litter on the street yelling “Fuck native americans” we decieded to really step up our attempts to lead what was a mess of colonists and a mish mash of N.A.A.C.P type affiliates not yet radicalized who are unaware of the indigenous resistance because of the gate keeping of whites and fear of participation and lack of unity from our own indigenous community. It was the full strawberry moon and we took action. It was electric. We had observed for days the group standing in the designated free speech area for a week. They cant get out of the free speech area but act as if we are unable to organize for ourselves…. Like we need Kevin Costner to save us….Radicals here were making trips to other citys to participate in uprisings because kkkorvallis is so gatekept into impotence by white liberals nobody had the strength to wrestle control away from them. Were just too tired. I get it. Being indigenous resistance leader and head of so many organizations and having rank in so many other epic oganizations including an ancient warrior society older than the united states i used my inherent authority as ogitchidaw to initiate a march. On short notice i organized those loyal to the #RightfulStewards to back me up for a march. I spread the word so we would know to take over the march and people to rally behind the indigenous resistance. Some people outraged at the racism from the liberal whites against the indigenous resistance broke from white solidarity and switched sides to bolster the indigenous resistance. I got on the mega phone. I explained my authority and some background on the actions we have done so far. All the political rhetoric in the world does not replace action so i spoke of the action done. the sacrifices made. I gave a pep talk. I spoke of my grandfathers contributions to this community having built their schools and started soccer program that is huge now. I asked the people who have benefited from these things to show us love now. This is also to make people think. Every single person present had benefited from the indigenous resistance. It is my wishes that people meditate on that and show due respect. It is my wishes that people from outside the culture understand to treat me like your talking to 3 indigenous nations and all of my ancestors. When you speak to me consider it a nation to nation conversation. We will tolerate zero disrespect from invaders. I seen some people who believed in me in the crowd. I knew they had indigenous family members or in some way were loyal to the resistance. I organized well and i am thankful because the crowd was thick with loyalists of the resistance. We began to march. I had people spread out a bit because we are marching during a pandemic. The group who had lingered in the free speech area was actually marching. We headed straight to the police station because that is the goal. No frills, no fluff just headed right there. We began circling the block. People who seen us coming gave us a wide birth. I was sizing up to police station and checking their response. I wanted to demonstrate the courage lacking from liberals here so i led the group for a pass through the police station middle. Our whole group passing safely we made a second loop. I did Apache trail song and ask the group to howl when i howl so the ones inside can feel our wolf medicine and feel our power. Flex organization in a place of no organization. On our way back around feeling brave i stopped the group by the front door of the police station. The same doors i walked through to turn myself in for defending my own family almost 20 years ago. I stared into the office and i began to play the A.I.M unity song. Allies from the group could not help their excitement and came to stand by me also looking into the exposed glass windows and doors of the police station. We went from standing on the sidewalk to being one step away from taking over the police station in a day under my leadership. The unity song rang out and echoed from the concrete overhangs. Satisfied this being the climax and having some children present we went to wrap up at city hall. I made an epic speech. I told stories of indigenous people and Africans brutalized by the police in kkkorvallis. I sang a song for our head of security who was killed by police neglect. We wrote the names of those killed by police violence on the ground in front of city hall. I spoke of the unity of Indigenous and African people and our struggles for liberation. Both of us have been made invisible. People have been programed not to see us. I see you. You see me. The only thing this so called country fears is indian uprising and slave revolt. A perfect storm is happening. We have the authority you got the people power. Lets take this shit over so our kids don’t keep going through this suffering. Leave a mark this time. A forever mark. The sacred prayer this year was for fire. Flip it upside down and purify it. #LandBack.