Altered state May 31, 2009
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It was to be his last winter in the Long House. It will be spent alone as his
woman had left him to clean up the mess they had created a few years prior.
It was not the best of times. But I digress.
The path they had chosen had begun during the Oka crisis. Traveling from the
Big Smoke every weekend with the AK-47 behind the seat and the
Cow Dog riding in the capped box behind the cab they would pass through the
odd Mohawk barracades giving a thumbs-up on their way to the Settlement
where they would be caretakers of a tract of land that had been witness to
a darker side two life-times ago.
After spending the first 50 years of his life in a concrete jungle this
virgin-like area embraced him like a long lost relative. The long grass, the
vines and bushes wrapping and holding him back as if from something or
someone,.
It wasn’t long before he was hearing voices in the Wind as it passed through the Standing People.
Then the animals started coming to him in his dreams.
The clincher came when told by a local, “Perhaps you
should go back to your reservation.”
It was the first time in his life he had felt the sting of racism through ignorance.
He had been privy to the antics at Little Rock on his television set as a
child and understood then, “this isn’t right.”
Black and White was the colour of racial T.V. in those days.
Katherine had told him also that it is also within the social status as well. The lighter you were the easier life was.
It wasn’t until near the end of the Cambodian fiascoe in /70 when in Hong Kong on asignment he was subjected to “Colour TV.”. Quite different than “Black and White.”
It was the “Yellow and Brown” that couldn’t get down. It is within us and it is without us. We are surrounded.
