In recent years, I have been badgered by numerous people to write a Native American Love Story. I am tired of explaining my reasons for not doing so. This shall be my last time explaining this; this shall be a rant, a tireless rant with possibly a challenge. If you believe I am wrong in the following assumptions, then prove it. Show me how wrong I truly am and I will sincerely apologize for the following.
I will not write a Native American love story. I will not write a Native American sob story; nor will I write Native Americans as villains, victims, or completely perfect naïve children before the white man came. I will not write a story about any of these things at this point in my life.
To clarify, I am not ashamed of my people, my culture, or even my family. On the contrary, I am proud of them. I am proud of them for surviving this long, for remembering their history, remnants of their beliefs, language, and knowledge of their tribe. However, I am disappointed and angry with them.
I feel this way because they have allowed themselves to become drunks, obese, and drug addicts. They kill themselves through their various addictions and blame the white man for it. They sit and beg for handouts from the government because “that’s the least they owe us.” They are content with sitting and waiting for the next paycheck so they can pay for their various addictions. Then they ridicule the few of us that try to break the status quo. They call them “Apples”; red on the outside and white on the inside.
Yes, I will admit that in the past the whites helped us on our path to self-destruction, but nobody ever said we had to stay on this path. Our ancestors fought and begged to be treated as equals; we now have this opportunity now. Our ancestors have fought to be considered human, to be considered American citizens. We have this but we are content to stay on our reservations, to keep accepting our handouts, to not strive for more. Nobody said we had to stay in our current status.
So no, I will not write a Native American love story until we prove our current generation more than worthy of remembrance. I will not write a Native American sob story, until we gain some form of pride in who our ancestors were and prove ourselves worthy of their sacrifices.
It is beyond time to start to move on from our defeat. It is time to start planning for the future and save our culture for future generations, so that we don’t lose every bit of our culture from our ancestors. We should remember the past and prepare for a better future.