Where are
all the Indians gone?
By
Taqseblue
As I sit on ponder on the beauty of this great land we call
Georgia, I think of the Almighty and the plan He must have had for placing in
our place
Where I sit no one else can sit. It would be too crowded.
But one can sit next to me, and we can become friends. By myself I can accomplish some, but with a
friend we can accomplish much.
Who were we to think we could live without our brother by our side? (Now Cain said to his brother Abel,,
"Let's go out to the field,"
And while they were in the field, Cain attacked his brother Abel and
killed him. Genesis 4:8)
We must ask ourselves;
are we any different then Cain?
To take our brother out to the field and kill him?
When do you ask, did we do such a thing? Ask yourself this question; "Where are all the Indians gone?"
I live in Kennesaw Georgia.
Supposedly Cherokee Country.
I cry when I hear this description of Georgia. I look around and I can't find my red brothers and sisters anywhere. I myself and full-blood Native American
Indian. I am a woman, a wife, a
mother. I too am my Father's child. My Creator called me to be. He sang me into existence. To walk, to talk, to love and to share. But where are my red brothers and sisters? (Then the Lord said to Cain, "Where is
your brother Abel?" Genesis
4:9) Where are their children so I can
play with them? Where are their elders
so I can behold their beauty and gleen from their wisdom? Where is the hospitality that once ushered in the great news of the
Creator's Son? I want to share! I want to love my red brothers and sisters!
What is the cry I hear coming through the trees? Weeping from the soil? ( The Lord said. "What have you done?
Listen! Your brothers blood
cries out to me from the ground.
Genesis 4:10)
I cry for understanding, for sound judgment. To not make the same mistakes that were made
in the past by our ancestors. To hear
sound counsel, and to hear the Spirit of our God. (My son, if you accept my words and store up my commandments
within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to
understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for
hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord. And find the knowledge of God. For the Lord gives wisdom, and from His
mouth come knowledge and understanding.
Proverbs 2:1-6. Then you will
understand what is right and just and fair-every good path. For wisdom will enter your heart, and
knowledge will be pleasant to your soul.
Discretion will protect you and understanding will guard you. Proverbs 2:9-11)
He cries out to us.
"Where are my children?
Where are my red children in Georgia?!
He knows, He just wants us to ask ourselves, ask our hearts if we know.
Many afflictions fell upon the host people of this land, Cherokee
was no exception.
Pain cries out to me, but not to engulf me, but to open my
ears, my eyes, my heart. The laughter
of children can no longer be heard, the cries of the newborn infant can no
longer be heard. The stories of life as
told by the elders around the fire can no longer be heard. WHY?
( This is what the Lord Almight says: "Consider now! Call for the wailing women to come: send for
the most skillful of them, let them come quickly and wail over us till our
eye's fill with tears and water streams from our eyelids. The sound of wailing is heard in Zion: 'How ruined we are! How great is our shame! We must leave our land because our houses
are in ruins. Now oh women, hear the
word of the Lord; open your ears to the
words of His mouth. Teach your
daughters how to wail; teach one
another to lament. Death has climbed in
through our windows and entered our fortress;
it has cut off the children from the streets and the young men from the
public square. Jeremiah 9:17-21)
In May of 1838 nearly 16,000 men, women and children were
herded up like cattle, placed in temporary stockades and eventually forced to
leave their homelands of North and South Carolina, Tennessee, Alabama, and
Georgia. The trek was an 800 mile walk
to Oklahoma. Today that trek is known
as "The Trail of Tears" or as
the Cherokee call it "The Trail Where They Cried" Close to 4,000 perished on this trail. From cold, disease, broken hearts......the
list goes on.
But what is equally as sad is the horrible events preceding
this unsettling event. The lives that
were lost, the covenants that were broken between brothers.
My hearts sinks within me when I think of the life that was
lost, the sorrow that must have lingered here and still lingers today. I know, because my heart aches within
me. A tear has been shed, but many more
must be shed. Not to bring the Indian
back, but to restore the ultimate purpose that The Creator had for placing us
in our place.
I live in a state where there are no reservations. Maybe that is good, but then again maybe it
is not. How can this be? In Cherokee Country?
Who will take up the spirit of lamentation? Who will hear the call?
An ancient boundary stone has been removed, a people has
nearly been lost. Their land has been encroached upon. Many have been made fatherless. Have mercy Oh God, hear our cry oh God. (Do not remove an ancient boundary stone or
encroach upon the fields of the fatherless, for their defender is strong, and
will take up their case against you.
Proverbs 23:10-11) (Cursed is the man who removes his neighbor’s
boundary stone." Deut. 27:17)
You say it happened long ago, what have we to do with
this? (.....for I the Lord your God am
a jealous God, visiting the sins of the fathers to the third and fourth
generations. Deut. 5:8)
Let not the descendants of the forefathers of this great land
boast in their great nation. ( But let
him who boasts, boast in this; That he
understands and knows me, that I am the Lord, who exercises kindness, justice,
and righteousness on the earth, for in this I delight. Declares the Lord. Jeremiah 9:24) If we
boast on His kindness, we must also boast on His justice and righteousness as
well. Righteousness will answer the
cry, justice will see it through.
Kindness stands with arms wide open. (...And they crucified Him. Mark 15-24)
Revival is breaking out all over the world. We have even seen glimpses of it here in
America. With the Reconciliation move,
walls are coming down. This move must
not stop, and is only getting started.
Here in Georgia there are still some issues that need to be confronted
and dealt with in a Godly manner. Being
in the bible belt I never imagined that the people here would know so little
about the natural inhabitants of this area.
The Trail of Tears is lightly discussed in schools. But no one questions the true meaning of
what has taken place here in the last few hundred years. Much more happened before 1838, how comes
these things are completely overlooked by even those who claim sympathy to the
Cherokee. There must be history to
tell. But who can tell it? Does on have to go all the way to Oklahoma
to find out? I know a few who have. Do you?
We need to heal these things.
I believe that God is revealing roads to revival. Ways to clear the obstacles out of the
way. The road to repentance is being
opened up to us here in the Georgia area.
Who will stand in the gap for this area? So much spiritual oppression hangs over this state. Witchcraft, greed, prejudice is still
heavy. And of course. "Where are all the Indians gone?"
Let's pray for Georgia.
That God would reveal those areas of sin that need to be repented for. Let's pray that the hearts of the pastors
and the people would be open to this message of repentance and
reconciliation. Ask the Lord to bring
in the intercessors. To bring in the
ones who will stand in the gap. God has
prepared an army for this state. An
army garbed in righteousness. An army
ready to stand up and take accountability.
As Nehemiah and Daniel stood in the gap. (Nehemiah 9, Daniel 9) Now
this army must stand up. We need our
sack cloth and ashes, but even more we need the ones to where them. The church needs to wake up here in
Georgia!!!!!! As brothers and sisters
we must work together!
I am not Cherokee. I
am not even from the south! I am from
the great waters of the northwest coast.
I am of the Salmon people.
"Why then" I ask the
Lord, "use me?" And He
says, "Where are all the Indians
Gone?" We are our brothers
keeper. Unlike Cain. (Genesis 4:9) We must stand up for our brother.
Words from a man named Red Jacket, 1805. (Native American Indians) have stirred my heart as well. "Brothers you say there is but one way to worship and serve the Great
Spirit. If there is but on religion,
why do you people differ so much about it?
Why not all agreed, as you can all read the same book.........Brothers
we are told you have been preaching to the white people in this place. These people are our neighbors. We are acqainted with them. We will wait a little while and see what
effect your preaching has upon them. If
we find does them good, makes them honest, less disposed to cheat Indians, we
will consider again of what you have said.
Brothers, you have now heard our answer to your talk, and this is all we
have to say at present. As we are going
to part, we will come and take you by the hand, and hope the Great Spirit will
protect you on your journey and return you safe to your friends."
Today, our history can tell us what the Indian saw. And our hearts should all ache. Not for punishment, or demanded justice. But for mercy and grace from our God. To heal our hearts, and our land. To quiet the cries that come from the soil
that our houses are built upon.
Will you take up the call?
Will you pray for Georgia? We
are a new people here now, but we carry the weight of our past sins. Let's break up this fallow ground! We have prayed for revival. God is bringing it. We just need to clear some stumbling blocks
out of the way. Prayer is what we
need. God will reveal His plans as we
go along. Open your hearts to the cry
coming from the soil...the blood that crys out needs to be put to rest. The church can do it. We are our brothers keeper. What a melting pot Atlanta is, but where are
all the Indians gone?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jacqueline L Gordon- Swinomish, Laconner Washington. Enrolled member of Badriver Band of the Lake
Supieor Tribe of Chippewa Indians, Odanoh Wisconsin. Born and raised on the Puyallup Indian Reservation, Tacoma
Washington. Now living in Kennesaw Georgia,
Cherokee Country!
E-mail Swinochip7@aol.com
3660 Memorial Pkwy NW
Kennesaw, Ga. 30152
770-975-8619