Monday 15 October 2018

Comments that must be entered into the record…Vol. I

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Princess Hocumpocum of the Tribe
Pyschopathosum
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     It has finally been proven beyond any doubt.  The above pictured Indian Princess, wearing her full-scale Woolworth's Official Injun Headdress is certainly a real live, full-blooded, original Indian faux-royalty.   According to a Stanford University, with odds of 62 - 1 in favour of being a stark, raving mad marxist…he declares Princess Hocumpocum (aka- Pocahontas) is somewhere between 1 / 32nd and 1 / 528th of part or whole American Indian ancestry.
     Possible DNA contaminants, might be and could well be, such DNA indicators could also be Polynesian, Japanese, Ainu, Yupik (Inuit or Eskimo), as well as the commonly regarded Indian groups such as Iroquois, Cherokee, Arapaho, Apache and other such AthaBaskan and Haudenosaunee groupings.   So we could reasonably assume that the odds are 1 / 64th and 1 / 1056thor that the entire DNA test was not accurate or Princess Hocumpocum had one of her very close Indian friends "do the swab" and send it in to the esteemed Sanford University august halls and chambers.

     As an aside, our lore within the familyboth paternal and maternaldeal with two young women (very young), who at widely different times and places were introduced into the bloodlines of my father and my mother.   One was Mohegan, an expulsed woman who offered herself up as a maid-servant or an indentured person.  She turned out to be the daughter of a highly placed chief of the Mohegan nation.  She was rebellious against her father and was therefore ordered out of the geographic and social scope of her large and privileged tribe (extended cultural unit).
     Later, as she changed from an adolescent to an adult, her attractiveness and intelligence did, in fact, attract a successful covered bridge / water-powered gristmill builder, and they apparently lived happily ever after, because I am here.   These events occurred in the 1690's in colonial Vermont.

     Supposedly, while this was going on, another girl was "self-deported", because she had a problem with her father (a regional chief) and his constrictive social prescriptions.   She ran away, and would wind up at a preacher's "way-station" where people could eat, rest up, and continue their journeys to and from the Eastern Seaboard in Virginia and the great expanse to the west.  We think that the proprietor was an Anglican because the tavern part of the business has beer and spirits.
     The girl was most probably a Delaware, and was, according to the lore of the family, quite quick of mind.   And, of course, she grew to be an attractive woman and a worthy asset to the steadily growing tavern, restaurant, accommodations, livery, and supply stop (like a colonial shopping mall).   The owner, who was a Rogers, I believe, married this "hand maiden", and they had a significant issueamong them a grandmother of the ninth order to this writer.   That woman wound up in North Carolina and married a man who had a grandmother who was half-Cherokee.
This occurred in Orange County, Carolina Colony in the 1740s.

     Therefore, I am a real live Injunby Sanford and Son University standards.  My brothers and I have approximately 1 / 32nd Indian ancestry.  We do not deny it, and we have never used this fact to be considered "more qualified" as an applicant for any position.  We, all three, were/are aghast and furious still with the "jackass'' President Andrew Jackson who was complicit in the beating of the drum and engineering of the dislocation of the Cherokee and Chickasaw and Cree Nations from their ancestral lands in The South.
     That sell-out by a Southerner (Jackson) to the investment and emigration-invitational to the world and the New York Banking community has and will always boil the blood of those three brothers who were sons of their father and mother.   And we were and are Caucasian "100%" (but not quite).  Two people agreed with us entirely…a fellow by the name of David Crockett and another by the name of Sam Houston, who was a fully and formally adopted Cherokee by the hand of the highly regarded Chief John Jolly (Oolooteekah in the Cherokee)
     Houston lived twice among the Cherokee…once as a post-adolescent runaway, and then again in 1829.   That year ushered in the Trail of Tears (aka - The Dislocation) when he accompanied the Cherokee, along with John Jolly, on the trek by scores of thousands to a place called Ohkla  Homa  (Red Peoples' Land in the Choctaw language).
   The year of 1829 was Jackson's first year in an eight-year regime.  Houston went to one of Jackson's famous White House Balls dressed in full-formal Cherokee garb, purposefully, to embarrass his one-time political "God-father".   It was the insult of one President (Texas) against another (USA).

     For all the bumps and grinds of the Newton brothers, it was one of those areas where concurrence and agreement held forth twixt all three The Southern Indians (who almost uniformly supported the Confederacy), received a raw deal in that they were a sincere people who had signed the peace-treaties and become friends AND relatives of the White Man.


   Finally…not my fathernot my mother…neither brother…nor your humble servant…ever declared privilege based upon the fact that we had Indian blood, although, we were always quick to point out that we did, when conversations turned to those topics.  It is a Southern addiction.  And please remember this last, and oft repeated rejoinder, that "I have a bit of Indian blood"is true among White Southerners in over 90% of all cases.   But a 1 / 1058th possible Indian blood strain really does not make for the Real Pocahontas (naughty girl).   And preferential employment consideration due to that 1 / 1058th portion of blood as an "oppressed minority" is beyond ridiculous.

     We also would add that our daughter-in-law, a truly noble, beautiful, and talented lady, the mother of three of our grandchildren, just recently began her registration in the Chickasaw Tribe.  We were truly overjoyed, because it was something we felt she should do for many reasons.  Her percentage of documentable Chickasaw ancestry is 3 / 16ths, a realistic and serious amount.  To register, and undergo the ancestry research, etc. requires $2,500.00 to start.   It is a serious business, and the various Indian Nations during these times, especially in the South, are meticulous and serious.   Once again, we are very proud that she has taken these steps.

I resign to your comfort, and shall return relatively quickly during the coming hours.  Thanks each and all for Your continued interest and readership.

El Gringo Viejo
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