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Reflection by Terence Andrus. My Mvskoke family lives in a world of stories. My mother immersed me in these stories. Until her untimely death, Mom did all that she could to keep my brother, my cousin, and me connected to our traditions and instill in us a sense of what it means to be Muscogee.

Oj fact that we lived out of state made no difference. Some of her efforts were overt; she would often round us up and sit us down for formal Muscogee language lessons.

But she never gave up. And while my brother, my cousin, and I balked at formal instruction, we always loved the stories. Little did we understand what was being taught.

When funds were short, we would take the bus. And when we would complain about the length of the drive a trauma that is considerably less than what A Reflection On My Family ancestors endured on the Trail of Tears, but nonetheless difficult for a nine-year-old to endureMom would tell Creek stories. Her stories were timeless and seemed to transport us, not just to an understanding of our past, but ultimately to our destination.

When he asked where she acquired all of this food, she would deflect his inquiries and state that she would inform him at an appropriate A Reflection On My Family. One day, curiosity got the better of him, and while his grandmother was out retrieving the food to feed him, he set off to look for her. Instead of locating his grandmother, he found a beautiful young woman, shimmering in an aura of light, dressed in a transparent gown made from corn husk materials. While one of her hands remained held high up learn more here the air, the other poured corn that she seemingly stripped from her body and her hair. She then instructed him that he had let his curiosity get the better of him, and now that he had this knowledge, he would have to learn and find his own way to provide.

She told him to cut her hair and put it in one basket, and in another, her body. The young man was told to scatter her hair and flesh in the field and remain there for four days and nights. He did.

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There was rain, lightning, and wind. And at the end of four days and nights, he awoke to the spreading fragrance of the field blooming with the beautiful abundance of an incredible crop of corn all around him. I thought of my mother, whose ashes are spread at the far end of the Trail Reflectoon Tears, on our family land in Okemah. The falsehoods she fought, however, were not created by accident. These falsehoods have been carefully designed, and then repeated and replicated, to justify the perpetuation of an American legal regime that strips Tribal Nations of land, resources, and sovereignty.

Take, for A Reflection On My Family, Johnson v. Inthe Supreme Court considered the legal question of whether Tribal Nations could claim legal title to Mh own lands and decided we could not. To reach this conclusion, the Court employed a fictional story. This story, of course, was false. As the story of Corn Woman demonstrates, corn was a central crop to the Muscogee that we cultivated for millennia across the southeastern quadrant of this continent, long before European immigrants showed up. Today, Americans, and billions of people worldwide, rely on corn to create and consume tacos, chewing gum, Coca-Cola, and even fireworks and batteries. And yet somehow, the Supreme Court, inruled that our Nations could not claim legal title to our lands because we do not cultivate them.

See D. See Addison W. The individual lands now owned by MCN citizens were quickly swindled A Reflection On My Family through corruption, fraud, subterfuge, unlawful Oklahoma state Reflectiob proceedings, and alcohol. That is how our family lost our land; by the time my mother came along, her family had lost everything.

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As a child, she worked with her parents and siblings as a pecan picker — a migrant farmer working for pennies on her own Reservation. Since the inception of the United States, the false story that we are uncivilized and do not know how to cultivate our https://amazonia.fiocruz.br/scdp/blog/story-in-italian/the-forest-the-silence-of-god-from.php lands has been repeatedly used to justify taking them from us.

This story is false, but before July 9,that did not matter.]