Tears Of The Empire

For nonviolence to work, your opponent has to have a conscience. The United States has no conscience.”

Kwame Ture

Better if through I.S.R and by any means necessary get our lands back. Neocolonialism must be neutered and stomped on. Traitors dealt with. Nationalize our resources as a pan indigenous government and seize the means of production for benevolent purposes or no purposes. We must refuse and resist we must be willing to finally build the pan indigenous army and fight them before we allow them to brutalize others the way they have brutalized us. We cannot negotiate with terrorists we must stop you. I.S.R current belief is to buy land back as a revolutionary entity in order to have the legal right to defend it by force. I.S.R seeks to create our own courts and legalize our violence as any government does. We intend to rule. Such is politics. Do politics or politics will do you. #RightfulStewards

“Love without power is weak and anemic”.

M.L.K

Most importantly build. They strangled us but we have reached equilibrium and are gaining in numbers now by the thousands. We must consolidate to build something that can strangle them back.

“When you see people call themselves revolutionary always talking about destroying, destroying, destroying but never talking about building or creating, they’re not revolutionary. They do not understand the first thing about revolution. It’s creating.”

Kwame Ture

We stand on the shoulders of giants.

Do Not Drop The Gourd Of Ashes

Written by War Chief Mko, Art by Artsy Marxist

https://www.npr.org/2022/06/02/1102575257/the-reopening-of-an-uranium-mine-in-arizona-has-indigenous-people-worried?fbclid=IwAR0uzTXOw6J-OFVYyZYSGrGST8zN3KCCLzMtBnWQY9YGU8iYGGG3vIKBSIM

https://www.epa.gov/navajo-nation-uranium-cleanup/abandoned-mines-cleanup?fbclid=IwAR3Kvb5n8hJAOfalPBRqH899qK3B1xj16mXev4zuhpc17nLOTGM0fq6LoGM

Battle Of The Wabash

The greatest defeat of the U.S in history. Battle Of the Wabash. A battle that occurred Nov. 4, 1791. St. Clair who was the governor of what colonists were calling the Ohio territory. St. Clair tried to lead 1400 troops against a confederacy of indigenous tribes who’s forces were 1000 to 1200. St. Clair became overconfident. The indigenous confederacy was able to form a crescent moon shape around the u.s army killing almost all of the troops leaving them only one direction to retreat. This tactic would have made even general Sun Tzu smile. The indigenous confederacy took minimal loses. The indigenous forces included Little Turtle of the Miami’s, Blue Jacket War Chief of the Shawnee who forever turned his back on the whites and proved himself under the leadership of Tecumseh, also present were Delawares, and the Potowatomi.

The Indigenous victory in the Battle of Wabash on November 4 1791 was the most overwhelming military victory by Indigenous nations in our fight against colonialism. It was such a huge win for indigenous people, that the U.S has tried to cover up the event, also known as St. Clair’s Defeat.

People may be anxious with the elections, and world events but we can find hope with this victory of pan indigenous warriors against colonialism 200 years ago! 

The pan indigenous warriors of the Western Confederacy prove we can win.

When the amerikkkan revolution ended with the Treaty of Paris in 1783, Great Britain gave colonial control over the Eastern coast of Turtle Island. The amerikkkan frontier — the border between the settler colonies, and Indigenous lands — was around the Ohio River.

George Washington placed another colonist, Arthur St. Clair, into two very important positions: the leader of the u.s. Army and also the governor of the “Northwest Territory”, the Indigenous lands to the west of the Ohio River.

Portrait of Little Turtle
Little Turtle of the Miamis – one of the Western Confederacy leaders

At the same time, Washington ordered army general St. Clair to remove the anticolonial warriors, and so St. Clair gathered all the colonizers he could to try and go and fight. He first had 2,000 but the colonizers were so lazy that half the cowards left.

When they got to the Wabash River the colonial army set up camp. Nearby, the Western confederacy, led by Little Turtle of the Miamis, Blue Jacket of the Shawnees, and Buckongahelas of the Delawares spied upon the settlers.

Early on the morning of November 4 1791, the pan indigenous warriors launched their strike.

The colonists crumbled under the organized strength and tactics of the pan indigenous warriors. The Western Confederacy had fewer fighters than the colonial army, and it was a massive military victory against colonialism.

After 3 hours of fighting, only 200 colonizers were able to escape with their lives with roughly one thousand dead.

This enormous loss for the colonists undermined the u.s and gave power back to Indigenous nations. Washington forced St. Clair to resign, and the next u.s. army leader had to remake the military from scratch.

“THE FORTUNES OF THIS DAY HAVE BEEN AS THE CRUELEST TEMPEST TO THE INTERESTS OF THE COUNTRY AND THIS ARMY, AND WILL BLACKEN A FULL PAGE IN THE FUTURE ANNALS OF AMERICA”

colonist who survived the battle

Was the amerikkkan victory against Great Britain a fluke? Would the country continue to lose in military battles?

The Western Confederacy continued our anti-colonial resistance, but in the decades after the colonizers gained control over the region and formed the state of Ohio there. The Indigenous nations continued to resist, but we were removed from our homelands.

Ultimately, control over land is the source of power. The pan indigenous alliance known as the Western Confederacy was able to badly defeat the u.s army by having control over our land and our strength of unity.

Centuries later, the colonial nation is again crumbling with disorganization and corruption. Colonizers and sellouts are deeply divided about which colonizer candidate they want to control the White House.

The fledgling pan indigenous government is getting stronger, and more united day by day. 

To continue the victorious legacy of the Battle of Wabash, join I.S.R today and build the pan indigenous government. 7

Land Back!

Old school “Anderson” shelter.

Introduction: A government who cared in the slightest would prepare their people for difficult times. You can see clearly for yourself who is mindful of survival and who is not. I.S.R fledgling pan indigenous government is miniscule in its current size, but our hearts are still large despite the deplorable, foul behavior of the masses at this time. Although we are frustrated with poor behavior and lack of participation, we have still held 2 nuclear survival trainings open to the masses. Now we follow up with how to build your own shelter for your family. Our ideology states we must address the needs of the people and we are disciplined enough to follow our own ideology even when times are difficult. Approach your tribe about building some kind of fallout/ survival shelters right away if you have not done so already.

“The enemies of a people are those who keep them in ignorance.”

Thomas Sankara

Pros: Benefits to this design is relatively low cost and the ability for you to replicate it yourself by welding a few pieces of steel together and going from there is possible for a number of people especially if they work collectively which obviously you should. Anderson shelters are fairly easy to hide if you disguise the door. Grass and other plants can be planted over the top out it. At this time, it could ease homelessness in a way, nobody really wants to sleep in a bomb shelter, but it could be a step up for somebody struggling to find shelter. This shelter will be sufficient against many different kinds of attacks.

The Pitfalls Of Liberalism.

The Pitfalls of Liberalism (1969)

By Kwame Ture

https://open.spotify.com/embed/episode/6zY2moHjYKbVD7bIdHZR94?utm_source=generator

Conservation, A nation to nation communication

Introduction:

I.S.R is a revolutionary fledgling pan indigenous government that is only a few years old. We are developing our own Department Of Natural Resources. Firstly, we want to bring you into awareness that we exist.

Main text:

Wildlife conservation: The empire has been decimated wildlife populations on our continent. Extinction literally follows them. We implore you to make greater efforts at restoring wildlife populations including culturally significant wildlife such as wolves and bison. Be bold at this time and assert restoration to culturally significant plant and animal species.

Climate Catastrophe: Specifically, we ask you to spearhead an inevitable shift back to riding horses and the use of pack animals such as llama and mule. Colonial solutions to climate have been false and rooted in greed. We implore you to start a process of making this a physical reality and re-normalize horse travel as a legitimate form of transportation. Compost will help offset the effects of drought we implore you to join us by increasing efforts at compost.

On neocolonialism: The regrettable truth is tribes tethered to the u.s government are neocolonial in that they become a tool to of exploitation. The empire will increase their efforts to get you to help them exploit from a distance. Resist this.

Some of this might seem simple. Simple works. It is good to strive towards mutual goals to benefit humanity. We hope that these requests are taken seriously. Today we are of a fledgling nature. We grow.

This message is public so it will be seen in 70 countries world wide. It will be sent to around 100 tribes and viewed by at least that many more.

Written by I.S.R Department Of Natural Resources. 2023

Running Elk Speaks

A message to the youth and to all people:

Hello, before the youth grow up thinking using drugs is cool, please don’t. I done a lot of bad cuz meth, buying selling guns, illegal cars, stolen or hot, running from police, gangs, fights drugs, it ain’t worth your life people I’ve used for years and I been too prison I’m on doc dept of corrections since 2010 I could been off years ago instead I’d take cops on high speed chases iv done it 32 times and now I got in a accident were I died once by the grace of the great mystery I’m still here but in a nursing home cuz my pelvis has got to heal. Dope n drugs are not cool i spent my adult life not giving A fuck i was dumb for it. I have used for years and regret it I’ve locked myself in cab over campers bathroom for hours thinking cops were outside. I’ve had trips were i would see what’s really not there dozens of times i got it in my head if i even see a cop car after me or not id run and cause attention i have lived my life making it harder then it should’ve been drugs ruin your friendships destroy your life n destroy relationships if ur gun a get high please don’t no matter what its all addiction will ruin u i promise there nothing good from it for some of you it’s too late but ones that i reach listen I’ve been through this life i know first-hand u lose weight, rot teeth steal rob n turns u depressed n ugly n weak think of this experience drugs ain’t cool u ain’t the same when ur hooked its life. I have had bad trips pushed friends away cuz I’d be delusional I’ve done A lot of drugs ain’t even fun at all they kill u or make u don’t care please stop before it’s too late and fentanyl is trash it kills u i won’t touch it not worth the time for those addicted I suggest getting clean and live your life cuz meth caused me to be in and out of county jail thousands of times. You name it i been to that county jail it sucks, but if u continue using that’s were u end up. Those of you that know me, know and thank u for still being there I love u all n I’d do anything for u that’s 💯

“Transform the criminal mentality into a revolutionary mentality”.

George Jackson

“Without patriotic political education, a soldier is only a potential criminal.”

Thomas Sankara

I.S.R does not use respectability politics and ban people for relapsing. We include them and offer mental health within the i.s.r government so they can heal and contribute. In this way i.s.r has a redemptive quality. Members are asked to refrain from all illegal activities while in the government.

Written by Security Officer Running Elk and edited and politicized by War Chief Mko

UPDATE: Running Elk had a discipline issue, but after a time he submitted to a discipline and education process to restore relationship. Self work is essential. High discipline equals high morale.

River of separation. (The remedy)

I.S.R is developing a winning politic. We are the innovators. We understand we need all ganders together to win. Dialectical and historical materialism show the separatist groups of the past who have failed. All male groups split off and failed, all female groups split off and failed all lgbtq groups split off and failed. This solidifies the need for i.s.r unity politic. I.S.R is a pushback against misogyny but also against misandry hence the name unity politic. We brought back the 7 gender concept. I.S.R boldly leads the way on this issue which is ultimately one of decolonization. Because we are an indigenous lead government we do not use the politic of the European colonizer or the colonizer feminist who is a separatist. We aren’t piggy backing off colonizer politic at all that’s why your receiving this refreshing new innovation and resurgence. We understand clearly that we unite first by race, second by nation and lastly by gender. Colonizers unite by gender first because they have the race question answered for them. They benefit from white supremacy. They have the nation question answered for them, they have invoked nationhood on top of us, on our land, without our consent and against our will. Lastly this leaves them with gender which is why it’s so paramount to them. Basically, because they aren’t really oppressed. They don’t think like us because they are not us. Those of them that get it will join up under indigenous rule those that do not were always the same ones who will fight us for our land. Many of the people fighting about the sexes are not from our continent. Most regrettably their politics have rubbed off on indigenous and African women who are emulating the white feminist separatist. It has made a difficult situation for legitimate indigenous male leaders, we had to continue fighting the empire but with our own women defecting to the other side by attacking their own race or boycotting their own race. Yoked by colonial divide and conquer we continued to carry the weight. Those of us who didn’t crumble in the process. White feminism has taught indigenous women to powerthrust against male leaders. I.S.R was able to determine this by opening up some of the highest leadership positions possible for women. In this way i was able to pull their cards. Turns out they had no intention of shouldering workload associated with actual leadership. Once responsibilities were discussed it turns out very few people at all are able or willing to carry this kind of workload and responsibility. Gender disunity is Cointelpro. Gender disunity is mind control. Yall need a referee. This is our land. I.S.R are the most politically mature. We will referee.

“Right now a group of indigenous women are sitting around wondering where all the female indigenous leaders are” Anonymous Indigenous Woman 2023

If we let white feminism gain further root without articulating and organizing against it the future will have children born in test tubes. White feminism is white supremacy. Efforts to divide the masses on gender are attacks on the colonized and oppressed masses which we are amongst and of whom we champion.

In this blog I want to bring up an example of oral tradition that speaks to this unity. The concept I’m referring to is sometimes called “the river of separation”. Let’s look at the Dine’ Navajo story:

The Separation of Women and Men

One day, First Man brought home a fine deer that he had killed. First Woman said, “I thank my vagina for this deer.” First Man demanded to know what she meant. “I mean that you bring me food because you wish to have sex with me,” she said. “But we women could live happily without men. We are the ones who gather the food and till the fields. We have no need of men.” First Man grew angry and called all the men together. “The women think they can live without us,” he told them. “Let us see if that is true.”[11]

The men and the two hermaphrodite twins crossed the river to the north bank carrying the grinding stones and bowls and baskets that the hermaphrodite twins had made, and the axes and hoes that the men had invented. The women bared themselves along the bank of the river and called out to the men, saying “See what you are missing?” There were occasionally men and women who so longed after the other that some jumped into the river that separated them in a vain attempt to reunite with their loved ones. Unfortunately the currents of the river were too strong and the swimmers were washed down the river, never to be seen again.

For four years the women and the men lived apart. During this time the food that the women harvested became less, because they had no tools, while the men grew more and more food. But each group longed for the other. The women sought to satisfy themselves with bones and feathers and long stones. The men tried to relieve their longing with the fresh meat of animals. One man, Kʼíídeesdizí, tried to satisfy himself using the liver of a deer. Owl called out to him to stop. “This is wrong,” Owl said. “No good can come of this separation. You must bring the men and the women together again.” As it turns out Owl was right. From the women who had sought to satisfy themselves with foreign objects, monsters were born out of this. The monsters would go on to terrorize the people wherever they roamed.

Kʼíídeesdizí spoke to the other men. Finally they all spoke to First Man. First Man called across the river to First Woman, and asked, “Do you still think you can live alone?” “I no longer believe I can,” she responded. “I am sorry I let the things you said make me angry,” First Man said. And then the men sent a raft to the women’s side of the river to bring the women across. The men and women bathed and dried their bodies with corn meal, and remained apart until nightfall. Then they would resume their lives together.

Science:

Research from the University of Pittsburgh published in the Nov. 20 edition of the journal Heredity could finally provide evidence of the first stages of the evolution of separate sexes, a theory that holds that males and females developed from hermaphroditic ancestors. These early stages are not completely understood because the majority of animal species developed into the arguably less titillating separate-sex state too long ago for scientists to observe the transition.

Separation of the Sexes Basket (1996)

By

Agnes Gray

Two groups of people gaze at each other from across a winding river. A closer look shows women in red skirts on one side and men in red shirts on the other.  Agnes Gray wove the Diné (Navajo) story of the Separation of the Sexes based on a design created by Diné graphic artist Damian Jim. The problems start when Áłtsé Hastiin (First Man) and Áłtsé Asdzą́ą́ (First Woman) argue about which sex needs the other more. In a fit of anger, First Man gathers all the men to cross the river, leaving the women alone. In the middle of the basket, we see First Woman with Ma’ii (Coyote) and a monster on one side and First Man with Nádleehí (the Hermaphrodite Twins) on the other. After four long years and much frustration, the two sides reconcile with the realization they cannot survive without each other. https://baskets.nhmu.utah.edu/collections/stories/separation-sexes-story


Separation of the Sexes
, detail, 1996, Agnes Gray, ET513.45
Photo: Kirstin Roper, © NHMU

Separation of the Sexes Story

Áłtsé Hastiin (First Man) and Áłtsé Asdzą́ą́ (First Woman) argued about who was most useful within the community. First Woman said, “We could live happily without men. We are the ones who gather food and till the fields.” First man grew angry and called the men together. He told them, “The women think they can live without us. Let’s see if that is true.” The men crossed to the north side of the river and the women stayed on the south. For four years they lived apart, becoming hungry for food and each other’s company. During this time of discord and imbalance, the men and women’s actions created the Naayéé’ (Alien Monsters) that later terrorized the Diné (Navajo). Finally, First Man regretted his anger and called to First Woman saying, “Do you still think you can live alone?” She replied, “I no longer believe I can. I’m sorry I let the things you said make me angry.” The men sent a raft to bring the woman across the river and they resumed their lives together.

Male/Female Separation

Altse’ hastiin the First Man became a great hunter in the fourth world. So he was able to provide his wife Altse’ asdzaa’ the First Woman with plenty to eat. As a result, she grew very fat. Now one day he brought home a fine, fleshy deer. His wife boiled some of it, and together they had themselves a hearty meal. When she had finished eating, Altse asdzaa’ the First Woman wiped her greasy hands on her sheath.
She belched deeply. And she had this to say:
“Thank you shijoozh my vagina,” she said.
“Thank you for that delicious dinner.”
To which Altse’ hastiin the First Man replied this way:
“Why do you say that?” he replied.
“Why not thank me?
“Was it not I who killed the deer whose flesh you have just feasted on?
“Was it not I who carried it here for you to eat?
“Was it not I who skinned it?
“Who made it ready for you to boil?
“Is nijoozh your vagina the great hunter, that you should thank it and not me?”


To which Altse’ asdzaa’ offered this answer:
“As a matter of fact, she is,” offered she.
“In a manner of speaking it is joosh the vagina who hunts.
“Were it not for joosh you would not have killed that deer.
“Were it not for her you would not have carried it here.
“You would not have skinned it.
“You lazy men would do nothing around here were it not for joosh.
“In truth, joosh the vagina does all the work around here.”
To which Altse’ hastiin the First Man had this to say:
“Then perhaps you women think you can live without us men,” he said.
“Maybe you need only nihijoozh your vaginas.
“Nihijoozh your great huntresses.
“Nihijoozh your tireless workers.”
Quickly came this reply from Altse’ asdzaa’ the First Woman:
“All things do not exist thanks alone to you,” she replied quickly.
“We could live alone if we wanted to.
“We are the ones who till the fields, after all.
We are the ones who gather the food, after all.
“We can live on the crops that we grow.
We can live on the seeds that we gather.
We can live on the berries that we find and on the fruits that we bring.
“Things exist thanks as much to us as to you. We have no need of you men.”
On and on they argued that way, Altse’ hastiin the First Man permitting himself to grow angrier and angrier with each reply his wife made; Altse’ asdzaa’ the First Woman permitting herself to grow more and more vexing with each reply she offered. Until at length he stalked out of the shelter where they had lived together as man and wife. Out he stalked and jumped across the fire in front of their home, where he remained all that night with only his anger to keep him company.
Early next morning he walked to the center of the village and called loudly so that everyone could hear:
“All you men!” he called. “Gather round me.
“I wish to speak to you. “I wish to instruct you.
“As for the women, let them stay where they are.
“Not one woman do I wish to see.
“I have nothing to say to any woman around here.”
Soon all the males were assembled around Altse’ hastiin the First Man. And he repeated to them what his wife had said the previous night. Then he told the men this:
“The women think they can live without us,” he told the men.
“They think that things can continue to exist thanks as much to them as to us.
“Well, let us see if all that is true.
“Let us see if they can hunt and till the fields, with only joosh the vagina to help them. Let us see what sort of living they can make, with only joosh to assist them.
“We will cross the stream and live apart from them. And from joosh.
“We will keep the raft with us on our side of the water, so that even when they long for us they may not have us.
“If they seek companionship, let them seek it with joosh the vagina.
“And if joosh wishes to shout, let her shout to herself. “Let us see what joosh the vagina brings forth when she hears the sound of her own voice. We will see what happens when they try to sustain life without help from us.”
So it was that all the men gathered at the river.
Altse’ hastiin even summoned the twins na’dleeh, who were neither entirely male nor entirely female. They were covered with meal when they arrived, for they had been grinding corn.
This is what Altse’ hastiin the First Man asked them:
“What do you have that you have made all by yourselves?” he asked them.
“What is there that you have made without the help of any woman?”
Answered the twins na’dleeh, who were no more female than they were male:
“We each have a set of grinding stones that we have made,” they answered.
“We have cups and bowls. We have baskets and other utensils. “We have made those things by ourselves with the help of no woman.”
To which Altse’ hastiin the First Man had this to say:
“Go fetch those things and bring them here; for you must come with us,” he said.
“You are as much men as you are women. And you have made those things with no woman’s help.
“Let the women learn what it means to live without the help of any man.
“Let them learn to live without anything that has been made by someone who is even part of a man.”
So the men ferried across the river, taking the non-childbearing twins na’dleeh with them. They crossed over to the north bank. And with them they carried their stone axes, their wooden scythes, their hoes of bone, and the utensils that the twins had invented. In fact, they took anything that they had made themselves. After they had crossed, they sent the raft downstream, inviting the men of the Kiis aanii to join them, from whom six clans did join. They too had allowed their women to anger them.
As some of the young men rode across the stream they wept at having to part with their wives. They had not been angered by anything the women had said. But they had become used to doing whatever Altse’ hastiin had told them to do. The men left behind everything the women had made by themselves. And they left behind everything the women had helped them to make or to raise. They took only what they had produced without the help of any woman. Once they reached the north bank of the river, some of the men set out to hunt. For the young boys needed food. Others set to work cutting willows for huts. For the young boys also needed shelter.
It seems that they managed very well. Within four days they had plenty of food, and they built strong homes for themselves and the boys. Within four days they were sure that they could get along without women.
They were sure they would thrive without women to make them angry. And their spirits were high, at least at first, it is said. It is also said that the women, too, were in high spirits at first. That winter they had plenty of food. They worked and they ate. They sang songs and they told stories. Often they came down to the bank of the river where the men could hear them and see them. And there they taunted them.
One of them would pull her sheath over her head and shake her bare body. Another would do likewise; then she would turn her back toward the men, and bend forward, and wiggle her buttocks.
“Hey you men,” called yet another meanwhile. “Look over here. Look at that!”
“Don’t you see what you’re missing?” shouted still another.
Others would then similarly bare themselves to the men. All together they would laugh and cry out. Thus they teased the men, alternately calling them obscene names and coaxing them suggestively. They used their bodies to tempt the men until they were sure that the men longed for them as much as they longed for the men.
In the spring the men prepared a few small fields and managed to raise a little bit of corn. Still, they did not have much of it to eat, and they had to depend on hunting for most of their food. Meanwhile, the women cultivated their entire farm. But without hoes they could not work the soil properly. And without scythes they were unable to harvest well. So that during their second winter alone they were forced to live on a smaller crop. They did not sing as much or tell as many stories as they had done the previous winter. The women planted less the second spring, while the men cleared more land than they had cleared the year before. So the crops of the men increased while those of the women decreased. And during the winter that followed, the women began to suffer for want of food. Some of them had to gather the seeds of wild plants to get enough to eat.
During the autumn of the third year of the separation many women jumped into the river and tried to swim over to the north shore where the men lived. But they were carried away by the current and were never seen again. By the end of the fourth year the men had more food than they could eat. Corn and pumpkins lay untouched in the fields while the women starved.
But the separation was still having a bad effect on the men, even if they had raised enough crops for themselves. For during the entire time that they lived apart, the men longed for the women just as badly as the women longed for them. That longing grew, in fact, on both sides of the stream. So strong did it become that members of both sexes indulged in the practice of masturbation. The women sought to satisfy themselves with long stones and thick quills. They attempted intercourse with cactus or with bone. The men, meanwhile, tried to relieve their longing with mud, or else they used the flesh of freshly slain game.
There was one in particular called K’iideesdizi, whose name means Man With Wrappings On in the White Man’s language. One morning he went out hunting alone and found a place far from the village where nobody would see him. Once out there he killed a deer just as the light of day began to wane. He then made a brush circle and lit a fire therein, according to the manner of doing such things in those times. Into the fire he placed a piece of venison from his quarry, meaning to eat a little of it and then to spend the night there, satisfying his longing for the companionship of his wife. He would return the next morning with the rest of his game and share it with the others.
As darkness fell, he ate the meat. And while he watched the sky darken, he began thinking about his wife on the opposite bank of the river. The more he thought of her, the more he longed for her. The greater his longing, the more he desired her, especially as the sky in the west darkened and gave way to black night.
“It was not I who was angered by a woman, thought he. “It was not my wife who said she could get along without us men.”
And as he reflected on such things, he found himself longing all the more. In the darkness he pictured the women standing on the far shore of the river beckoning to the men. He pictured them cupping their hands under their breasts suggestively. He pictured them as they shook their naked bodies to tease the men. He imagined he could see them wiggling their buttocks at them. Surely his own wife was among the women who desired the company of their husbands. Full of such thoughts, and longing so for her, he took the liver from the body of the slain deer and cut a slit into it. then he placed it by the fire to warm.
“So be it,” said he when the liver felt as warm as his wife had felt whenever he and she would lie close together. “I have no quarrel with my wife or any woman.
“No quarrel whatsoever.”
Upon saying which, he placed the liver carefully below himself where his legs joined. But just then Ne’e’shjaa’ the Owl cried out. He had come unseen upon Man With Wrappings On.
“Wu’hu’hu’hu’,” cried he from somewhere just outside the brush circle.
“Wu’hu’hu’hu’,” he was heard to cry.
“Stop, K’iideesdizi! Stop that.
“Do nothing with that liver if you do not intend eating it!”
Startled, Man With Wrappings On returned the liver to the fire. Then he stepped outside the brush circle and walked around, looking in vain for whomever had just spoken. Finding no one, he came back to the fireside, lay down, and tried to sleep, attempting at first to put his wife out of his mind and to forget his longing. Well into the night he lay there unable to sleep. Try as he might, he could not stop thinking of her, and the more he thought of her the more he missed her. The more he missed her the more he desired her. Until he finally reached for the liver again, which still lay warm by the fire. Taking it into his hands again, he listened carefully for the cry he had heard earlier. But he could hear nothing.
“Ah,” thought he. “Now’s the time.”
“Come, wife-liver.
“Come to me now!”
Upon thinking which, he again positioned the liver below himself. But hardly had he done so when again he heard the cry of Ne’e’shjaa’ the Owl.
“Wu’hu’hu’hu’,” he heard him cry.
“Stop, K’iideesdizi! Stop that.
“Eat that liver; do not have intercourse with it!”
Startled again, Man With Wrappings On quickly returned the liver. Then he curled up and tried again to sleep, doing what he could to forget that he missed his wife. But he was unable to do so. On into the night he lay there, missing her. The more he missed her, the more he desired her. The more he desired her, the more easily he imagined that she lay there close to him. Thus he waited, listening for any sound that might break the silence and stop him. Hearing nothing, however, he once more longed for the warm liver. “Now perhaps that meddling fool is gone,” he thought as he took it in his hands and once again placed it against himself.
“Now,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Let it be now, no matter who’s out there.”
His having hardly said so, the voice again broke the silence.
“Wu’hu’hu’hu’,” cried the voice.
“K’iideesdizi, stop! Stop that.
“If you do not intend to eat that liver, keep it away from yourself.”
With a start, K’iideesdizi replaced the liver by the fire. Again he tried to rid himself of his desire and sleep. Unable to do that, though, he lay there until the eastern sky began to show the gray light of the oncoming dawn. He lay there desiring his wife, longing for her all the more as he thought of her, all the more anxiously imagining that she lay close beside him, nestling her warmth against the full length of his great longing. He lay there in the silence until he could contain himself no longer, and until he cried out, scarcely in control of himself.
“I don’t care,” he gasped.
“I don’t care who’s out there. I don’t care where he may be. It’s got to be now. It must be now.”
And he grabbed the liver and thrust it against his penis. No sooner than which the voice of Ne’e’shjaa’ the Owl rang out.
“K’iideesdizi! you must stop that. Stop!
“Do not have intercourse with that liver; leave it alone.”
Man With Wrappings On then threw the liver back to the fire and sprang to his feet. “Who are you, anyway?” he demanded. He faced one way, then another. He stalked to the outer edge of the brush circle and paced around it, first one way, then the next twice around, then back again the way he originally went. “Where are you?” he asked.
“Can’t you leave a person alone?
“Or can’t you at least face a man and explain yourself as someone ought to do?”
Whereupon Ne’e’shjaa’ the Owl suddenly appeared. And he softly spoke these words.
“I really mean you no harm, grandchild,” spoke he.
“But I also insist on what I am telling you.
“What you are trying to do is altogether out of place. You cannot make things normal by treating the liver of a slain deer as if it were your wife.”
K’iideesdizi took a moment to consider. Indeed, the liver was not his wife.
Nothing he might do with it would bring her to him. Nothing he did with it would take him to her.
“Wait right there, granduncle,” he said to Ne’e’shjaa’ after a short pause.
Then he returned to the center of the brush circle and built a fresh fire. From the carcass of the slain deer he cut a choice tenderloin. He sliced it thin and cooked it together with the liver. Taking that for himself to eat, he offered the steak to Owl.
“Here, granduncle,” he said, handing it to Ne’e’shjaa’.
“You eat this while I eat the liver.”
“Thank you, my grandchild,” said he. “But turn your back to me. I do not eat in anyone’s plain sight.”
Thus he ate behind the back of K’iideesdizi the Man With Wrappings On, promising that after he finished he would explain himself, which indeed is as much as anyone ought to do.
“It has been nearly four years, now,” explained Ne’e’shjaa’ the Owl, “since you men left the women over there on the other shore, as you yourself certainly know.
“Whether the women are to blame or the men, no good can come of the separation.
Fewer of the women now remain than you menfolk left behind. Many of them have plunged into the water and disappeared. As for those who remain, they are abusing themselves any way they can in the absence of you men. They have intercourse with long stones. They seek to satisfy themselves with thick quills. Some insert cactus into themselves. Some handle the bones of animals as if they were their husbands.
“What is more, they grow hungry for want of food. “Suppose that those who remain eventually threw themselves into the water because they are in such misery? That will leave only you men living on the surface of this world. Do you think you can sustain life by yourselves? Will the liver of a slain deer bear your children? “I do not know how long they can endure over there, meanwhile. Just yesterday I overheard Altse’ asdzaa, the First Woman lament to her followers. She grieved for those who had disappeared into the water, and she pitied those who have survived only to long for their husbands on empty stomachs. She even confessed that she wished to hear the voice of her husband Altse’ hastiin the First Man once more.
“I mention all of that for your sake, grandson. And for the sake of the others. “Somehow you must contrive to have the women brought across the river so that they can rejoin the men. Otherwise this disorder will continue until the world we now know comes to an end. Even the sky will disappear, and with it all the work that has been done so far. Life can go on only if the women and the men reunite. “Now I must go, grandson,” concluded Ne’e’shjaa’ the Owl to K’iideesdizi the Man With Wrappings On. “I have nothing more to say. “Except that I leave it to you to devise a way to bring the men and the women together again.”
K’iideesdizi thought carefully about what he had been told, and then he returned to the village. Once there he started straight toward Altse’ hastiin the First Man to repeat outright what Ne’e’shjaa’ had said. But he thought the better of that, remembering how angry he had been after his quarrel with Altse’ asdzaa the First Woman.
Instead, he assembled several of the older men and began to reason with them. “Think about it,” he reasoned, after he had explained what he had heard. “Over there our women are starving. What good is our food over here if they have little to eat? “One by one they plunge into the water. Or else they abuse themselves with long stones and thick quills, or with cactus and the bones of animals. Suppose that they were all to perish while we survived? Could we possibly sustain life without them? Can mud bear our children? Can the livers of slain deer nurture our offspring?
“If life is to go on, we and the women must rejoin each other. Otherwise this disorder will continue until the world as we know it disappears. “Who knows? “Even the sky could come to an end, together with all the work that has so far been done.” Thus he spoke to various men, getting them all to agree. And together they decided to induce Altse’ hastiin the First Man to change his mind and initiate a reunion.
One by one they managed to get him to reconsider. “Did you hear plaintive voices over there on the other shore last night?” someone would ask him early one morning. “Unless I’m mistaken I believe that yet another woman jumped into the river” someone else might say. “Over there across the water. Where they struggle to survive.” “How terrible it must be on the opposite bank,” said still another. “No food to eat. No men for companionship.” Said yet another:”Perhaps I was dreaming, but all night long I thought I heard a woman pleading. I cannot be sure-after all, I have not heard her voice up close for four years now-but it sounded like Altse’ asdzaa the First Woman. But then why should that matter to me? She insisted that the women can get along just fine without us men, after all.” By the end of the fourth year of the separation, Altse’ hastiin the First Man did indeed wonder whether he had acted wisely. So he called the men together and asked them what they thought. And this is what one of them said:
“Over there our women are starving,” he said. Added another:
“What good is our food on this side of the river if our women starve on the other side?” he added.
And another spoke these words:
“One by one they leap into the water.
Meanwhile, those who remain abuse themselves with long stones and thick quills, or with cactus and the bones of animals,” were his words.
And asked still another:
“Suppose we survived while they all perished?” he asked. “Could we possibly sustain life without them? Can mud bear our children? Can the livers of slain deer raise our offspring?
“If this present disorder continues, the world as we know it will come to an end.
“Who knows?
“Even the sky would disappear, along with everything else that has so far been created.”
Altse’ hastiin the First Man thought carefully about what the men were saying. And he finally sent one of them down to the river. He instructed him to call across the stream and ask if Altse’ asdzaa the First Woman was still there. If so, would she be willing to come to the water’s edge and hear something her husband had to say? When she received that message she gladly came to the river. Whereupon Altse’ hastiin asked her this question:
“Do you still think you can live alone?” he asked her. To which she gave this response:
“I no longer believe that I can,” she responded. “I do not think that any woman here can live alone. “And now regret the things I said to you.” That is what she told him.
And this is what he replied to her:
“And I am sorry that I let the things you said make me angry,” he replied.
So it was that the men and the women put their quarrel to an end. Altse’ asdzaa the First Woman instructed her followers to gather at the bank of the river on their side. And Altse’ hastiin the First Man instructed his to gather at the bank on their side.
He then sent the raft over to the women’s side, where they were ferried across to the opposite shore. There they were told to bathe and to dry their bodies with meal. The two sexes would remain separated until nightfall. Then they would rejoin each other and resume their lives together, it is said. Pgs. 58-70


Dine Bahane’, The Navajo Creation Story; By Paul G. Zolbrod, 1984

Similar stories exist in cultures elsewhere in the world because we are talking about a universal truth that early peoples understood. Collective peoples. People who understand that we literally need each other to survive.

What does anarchism and imperialism have in common?

But first a joke. What does anarchism/antiauthoritarianism have in common with imperialism? Turns out the joke this time is the ideology of anarchism.

Both anarchism/antiauthoritarianism and imperialism both promote individualism. This individualism lends itself to capitalism, colonialism and imperialism. It undermines communities and makes the people dependent on the empire. Needless to say it is very difficult to resist if a person has been reduced to thinking they are and individual. Individualism is a lie. Humans didn’t make it through 125,000 years of the hunter gather period as individuals. Capitalism benefits from individualism because under capitalism everyone has to buy one of something instead of sharing. There are environmental implications of individualism. The true and correct nature of humanity is communal. Both anarchists and imperialists undermine collectivist organizations such as the fledgling pan indigenous government that have a chance of rivaling the empire. Colonialism under the guise of anarchism/antiauthoritarianism, under the guise of individualism. Once benevolent collectivists are weekend, and our benevolent programs strangled it leaves the people with no political recourse but to riot. This fuels the empire by initiating police response and potentially martial law. It contributes to the further militarization of police. Anarchism/antiauthoritarianism favors and is favored by a white bourgeoise middle to upper class. While the ideologies that comprise of I.S.R unity politics are ideologies that favor and are favored by mostly poor and colonized/indigenous. What is a chief system if not a system of hierarchy? Would they have opposed chief Sitting Bull? Would they have opposed the confederation of tribes lead by Tecumseh? Are they doing this now? A benevolent dictatorship. Have they never heard of Thomas Sankara? Of Fidel Castro? Anarchists undermine hierarchy and we find it culturally, historically, and materially relevant and necesary especially being a militant organization. Hierarchy often is synonymous with militancy to see this all you have to do is observe the worlds armies. Anarchism undermines respect for entities like I.S.R. At I.S.R we understand that oppressed peoples actually need respect and dignity. Its part of what has been robbed from us by the colonizer. Anarchism/antiauthoritarianism seeks to undermine the formation of a state. Are they this blind or is it deliberate? Cant they see that we are the state? The #RightfulStewards. A state comprised of 1000 indigenous nations united by a study of 7 barriers to unity. A state is absolutely necessary in preventing the colonist from returning once overturned and it and its neocolonial strings are removed. Cant they see a hierarchy will give us the discipline we need to win. Cant they see they a hierarchy is what we will need to use in the formation of the fledgling pan indigenous government? Anarchism/antiauthoritarianism is used to prevent a group from coming into rule. This is exactly what we are trying to achieve. Anarchism appears to be a hurdle that needs to be overcome by the left before I.S.R can fully come into power. Colonialism under the guise of anarchism…… Colonized people know we need power. Land is power. If we had power we would take our own reparations. Anarchists/antiauthoritarians just think we need mutual aid. This is our land. We intend to rule!

Written by a former anarchist turned collectivist. The Invisible Warrior, War Chief Mko

Dopamine Junkie Adventurism Causes Spontaneous Self Combustion

Adventurism is when you move faster than your political party is ready to move. The only thing worse is having no party at all. There are many things that colonialism and anarchism share in common. The empire encourages individualism, they negate others attempts to organize while they keep for themselves a level of hyper organization to a government level. Anarchism encourages this same individualism. The empire encourages antiauthoritarianism at least in words and tears down other nations that have authoritarian dictatorships as praxis. Terrible praxis. Dialectical and historical materialism would show that authoritarians have gotten nations out of difficult times. This is played out over and over throughout history. In fact, authority is positive and will give us the discipline we need to win. Fanon mentions that to overcome national bourgeoise and i would add overcome the pettiness of human beings Fanon says clearly “a touch of the dictatorship is necessary. It’s as if you have never heard of such benevolent dictators as Thomas Sankara. You should be doing the opposite of what the empire tells you. The anarchist/antiauthoritarian not even knowing what a revolution is which is one faction of society using authority over another to impose its will on another by force. Turns out one cannot even have a revolution without authority. The land defender/water protector movements are so heavily inundated with anarchism and adventurism. For this reason, those movements are filled with contradictions that cannot be addressed because I.S.R does not have the power to hold them accountable and give them superior political education. The feds have stated that their favorite ideology to infiltrate is anarchist because they can use it to undermine groups like the I.S.R pan indigenous government who could actually succeed at rivaling the empire. And let us take a look at how teachers and others in positions of authority revered in other countries are treated under american individualism. A Dakota traditional and leader of ancient warrior society had this to say before his passing; “Obedience is an offshoot of respect”. Harry Charger. Anarchism’s undermining of hierarchy is anti-indigenous. The Chinese have a concept called filial piety but americans will have to look that up on a search engine to find out what it means. More and more it starts to look like anarcho driven movements just lack respect. They don’t work well with anyone including each other. You can tell that its not the winning ideology because the empire is not threatened by anarchists. They don’t have elaborate and expensive military drills to prepare against anarchists because they don’t need them. Anarchists are still too hung up on an adolescent rebellion and are still too mad at mommy and daddy to be a real concern for the empire. This should clearly inform you that collectivism is superior. There’s only around 2 million so called activists in the so-called u.s and most of them are reformist not truly revolutionary. Of those roughly 2 million you can’t all be engaged in adult oppositional defiance disorder at the same time. Numerically you can’t all be crybabies at the same time and expect to win. You’re not hearing this argument because the collectivists are the most suppressed and their message silenced or reduced. For these reasons the anarchist and the eco-anarchist have been haplessly engaged in dangerous and ineffective adventurism. Gambling essentially. The collectivist would build and plan in advance. They would cultivate, nurture and see to fruition a full revolution carried through. They would rival the empire and overturn of the oppressor for good. Leaving nothing to chance. This would include the maintenance of a revolutionary government that can keep the colonist from returning and remove all neocolonial strings attached. A #PanIndigenousGovernment exists.

While on the other hand the anarchist/antiauthoritarians continuously engage in adventurism. According to dictionary adventurism is described as

noun

defiance or disregard of accepted standards of behavior.

rash or irresponsible policies, methods, or actions, especially in political or international affairs. Unlike the word adventurous which is almost always used positively adventurism is almost always used negatively.

Adventurism would look like not being in a revolutionary organization let alone one that is actually anticolonial and intends to rival the empire. Anarchists are often engaged in colonialism under the guise of anarchism. Their actions are essentially gambling. These actions rely on luck not revolutionary science, anarchists roll the dice with our futures. Worse, they undermine those of us who refuse to gamble with the future generations. Sometimes they get lucky but most of the time they do not. Adventurism lacks the training actual revolutionary organizations would have, take unnecessary risks and leave its followers to catch cases for extended sentences and then not have an organization that can handle support for the incarcerated. Adventurism looks like not thinking in a collective way and not having longevity of thinking enough to create programs that can take care of its elderly who have been to action camp to action camp so long that they cannot anymore. Adventurism looks like letting people who are not in an organization into your action camp that way they are not accountable to anyone. Adventurism looks like not having a security plan, like not knowing first aid. It looks like getting your butts kicked by police with chemical weapons. It looks like getting shot in your tent trying to stop a police building from being built. Adventurism looks like losing at Standing Rock. Adventurism looks like accidentally discharging your firearm at a 2A march. Adventurism looks like another riot every time somebody gets killed by police instead of building an organization that can rival the empire. Adventurism looks like not realizing self-determination. Adventurism looks like still protesting when you could have graduated to nation building. Adventurism looks like lack of political education and not being in a revolutionary study group provided by a revolutionary organization. Adventurism lacks political maturity and has no political line leading to repeated instances of chaos. Anarchism will lead to endless riots because the benevolent and beneficial programs provided by collectivists go ignored. The individualism will lead to adventurism which literally are those riots. How legitimate is rioting when its actually a result of lack of organizing and staunch refusal to join benevolent organizations? Benevolent programs in revolutionary organizations would eliminate the need for you to riot. How legitimate are they when a pan indigenous government with the moral and legitimate right to build here exists and goes purposely neglected? Adventurism looks like leaving your people with no political recourse but to riot. Adventurism looks like unknowingly being so mind controlled that you your really just involved in colonial riot culture. I can only deduce that you like to riot and you have no interest in indigenous rule and no interest in benevolence. Your not in France your on Turtle Island act accordingly. We don’t need an endless George Floyd scenario. Most of the property you are destroying we would actually take it from them and call it reparations. The Duwamish were only paid 80 cents an acre for Seattle most tribes received nothing they were one of the only ones to receive anything. If we have to pull reparations out of your ashes were going to be taking reparations out on your asses. Guarantee. Act right. Land Back. Decolonization is not a metaphor. Since your ideology coincides with the empire and cointel-pro and has left the planet utterly devastated by offering reckless uncultivated resistance we implore you to do better. The term pig headed ironically seems fitting since your ideology is so embraced by cointel-pro. Youve made cities like Portland “Oregon” unlivable. We implore you to change ideology. Yes, you are able to change ideology. If you find yourself involved with an ideology that is covered with contradictions, you may change. Revolution literally means change. I know some of you aren’t going to understand this, but that change can start with you.

Written By War Chief Mko the Invisible Warrior

Homophobia and fake Pantherism

Has Pantherism been coopted for bigotry? For several years we have tried to present anticolonial teachings on gender. We became in touch with ancient indigenous knowledge that told the truth about it and from there more information has been regained. After i had decolonized gender on Turtle Island (North America) people started asking me to decolonize Africa. At first i thought someone else would or should do this labor. It didn’t take long to see that many Africans including and perhaps especially elements of the Black Panther Party or their many unregulated offshoots were unwilling to decolonize and uninterested in decolonization. A large portion of why Panthers are uninterested in decolonization is most of them i have found do not read their own reading list which contains Frantz Fanon a Pan Africanist and who made outstanding contributions to anticolonial thought. Frantz Fanon is a prerequisite to Pantherism which is why it occurs twice on the Black Panther reading list. I spent days researching everything i could on pre colonial gender in Africa. What i found is knowledge on this subject is easy to find. I could only deduce that people not knowing this is what Martin Luther King called willful ignorance and conscientious stupidity. I have presented a bulk of this information back to the black power movement who still refuses to read articles from reputable sources including psychology magazines and universities on the subject. They refuse to listen to indigenous leaders such as myself on the issue which is leading to friction between red and black power movements. Furthermore we find a lack of ability to apply the ideologies of the brilliant Huey P. Newton in Pantherism today. This should be received as a heavy critique. Huey worked with l.g.b.t.q community which includes many Africans. If you are homophobic you are not a real panther. Huey was a Maoist. If you are not a Maoist you are not a panther. Huey was anticolonial and studied Fanon. Huey was a Pan African along with Kwame Ture and Frantz Fanon you can see that Marcus Garvey is on the panther reading list who is also a Pan Africanist.. If you are not a Pan African you are not a panther. Most Panthers probably don’t even know what Pan Africanism is at this point. If you are not anticolonial and do not study Fanon you are not a panther. If you can not apply panther ideology you are not a panther. Being a panther is not about cosplay. The number one thing you can do as a panther if you love pantherism is to STUDY. You absolutely must be involved in a revolutionary political education program like one found at the All African Revolutionary Party or I.S.R Pan Indigenous Government. Examples of homophobia appearing in modern Africa are the lingering effects of colonization. Homophobia equals colonization. Several panthers have stated that they think lgbtq is an attack on African masculinity. Its not there is no scarcity. Be masculine if you want to be. You could learn a lot from I.S.R unity politic. We insist that there are 7 genders and all of them are sacred including men.Ironicly the 7 genders concept was present in ancient Judaism. Scarcity is a myth. Youve been duped into competing with other oppressed people, a puppet master is pulling your strings. Since i have put so much labor into this and made countless efforts to raise awareness on it to be met with ignorance and mocking that i am now exposing this contradiction to the world. Our blog is read in 70 countries worldwide. Just because people in the colonial u.s do not respect indigenous leaders does not mean that the rest of the planet follows suit. Ignorance and hate go hand in hand. The behaviors of many have become a disgrace to the panther uniform. Pantherism continues to be a toxic environment for lgbtq. We find this unacceptable and we implore you to DECOLONIZE before its too late. Your most brilliant leaders got imprisoned or killed and that has left you with not so brilliant leaders. Yall need to study your asses off. Put away your egos and drag out them dusty books. I want to take a minute to explain who i am and why my opinion matters. I am the leader of I.S.R Pan Indigenous Government. My grandfather was a senior member of the American Indian Movement, but we have a completely separate and far more advanced political entity. Infact we are a fledgling indigenous government and we have all authority on our continent. Our territories include “canada” “mexico” “u.s” including the pacific and Caribbean islands. I was one of the founders of the decolonize movement when it broke away from occupy wall street. I was a founding member of the west coast rainbow coalition which was the true second rainbow coalition not the fake one in Chicago that is actually the 3rd rainbow coalition. My teacher who may or may not support me writing this is Ahjamu Umi who trained under Kwame Ture the founder of the very first Panther Party the Lowedes County Black Panthers. All i can say in my defense is i tried to warn folks but their ignorance made them deaf. Kwame was also the minister of defense on the big panther party with Huey and Bobby. Kwame and them introduced the iconic artistic symbol of the large cat the Black Panther. This means i am two teachers away from the direct source. I clearly understand pantherism better than most panthers. I will now expose a small taste of the counterrevolutionary behavior emanating from the current panther sector. Pay attention next time you think you can bully indigenous leaders or the lgbtq community. Do better. Get your shit together.

“I aint uniting with no f@gg0ts” Rico Pukes alleged descendant of Huey P Newton.

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