Just Sayin

Well today I did it, I turned 50 years old. I don't feel any different, nor do I see things differently. I had a good day and tomorrow I will have a party with close friends and family at the family home. I will take this milestone in age to reflect back upon my life. I will start with the regrets, which there are many, and finish on a positive note with the good things that were and are the story of my life. When I was young I was a hell raiser, to put it mildly. I was an angry young man for a very long time and it showed in my behavior, and my attitude. It had nothing to do with my upbringing. My parents were and still are good hard working people who loved their children and each other. I was the bad one. I rebelled against wrongs done to me either real or perceived,  I am not proud of the way I acted sometimes and regret some of those times. Other times I was picked on and fought back because it was my personality to do so. I paid a terrible interpersonal cost for b...

Let me begin this with a little history. I am white on the outside, but my mother's side of the family are of American Indian decent. In our family we call them Indians, and for the purpose of this blog that is what I will call them. My mother was raised until she was 10 by her Indian grandmother, on a reservation in North Dakota where she was born. Her sister, was sent to an Indian school to be taught how to be white, and how to fit in a white society. Her first language wasn't even English, it was some French/Indian language. My aunt lived on the same reservation with a different relative for the same basic amount of time. So my family has lived and seen the poverty. It is about time the Progressive Liberal power structure has finally come to the light concerning the American Indians and their true problems generally, and in this society specifically. Maybe now we can have a dialogue more suited to the systematic problem, and not the...