Post by Spirit of the Owl Woman on Sept 19, 2009 22:56:43 GMT -5
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home."
— Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Nation
Recently, I went to the Warm Springs reservation in Oregon and then to the Federal Eagle Repository in Ashland Oregon.
You probably never heard of Nathan Jim, Jr. He was a Warm Springs Yakima Indian who was arrested for illegal possession of eagle feathers and parts by the Feds a couple of years ago. He languished in federal jail for l4 months awaiting trial and was finally put on probation for this heinous crime. His lawyer appealed it under the new Religious Freedom act which guarantees Native Americans the right to eagle feathers to practice their religious ceremonies and again lost the appeal.
He killed himself, fearing that (in his mind) it would mean that the feds would rearrest him and sentence him to jail again. This so moved his prosecuting U.S. Attorney that he grabbed a bundle of eagle feathers at the Fed Eagle Repository (yes. our tax dollars at work) and drove to the reservation so they could use them for Nathan's spirit sending ceremony (burial) but arrived too late so Nathan didn't even get a feather in death.
I decided to continue the challenge to the Feds and drove to Ashland, Oregon where they keep dead Eagles (yes. its true they have a Eagle repository there) and with much dread and fear (we Indians do not trust the feds, having felt their wrath many times in the past) and trembled my way through the door fully expecting the worst.
I was met at the counter by a little old lady who is a volunteer there. While holding my Bureau of Indian Affairs ID card in one hand and my Cherokee Tribal Enrollment card in the other, I tried to remember my Ancestors who would want my voice to be strong and proud. I stood a little taller.
I said, "I want an Eagle Feather which is my right under the Religious Freedom Act."
I expected a lightning bolt to come down but instead saw a gentle smile as she softly said, "Of course," walked over and handed me a a packet of federal forms to fill out with instructions to send in to the Portland office of the US department of Wildlife management.
I smiled as I read that I will have to have signed references from another Elder and Verification from the Bureau of Indian Affairs and my Tribe to prove that I am, indeed a REAL Indian... References even for an Eagle Feather.
She asks "Do you want a Bald or a Golden Eagle?"
CHOICES!?!? I'm not prepared.
"Do you want just a wing? Or talons…Or the head...or the whole eagle?"
WHAT?!?!?!
I come in expecting to be arrested for asking for one feather and they're offering me the whole bird!?! I am confused by the offer and she sees that I'm unprepared for them offering me choices of parts of this sacred bird.
She smiles her suggestion that perhaps I might want to look at the drawings of the parts of the bird, circle what I want and include it with the forms. I am defeated instantly by her gentleness.
I ask her how they send an Eagle to me and she replies through the U.S. Mail.
THE MAIL!?!
I cannot envision receiving a dead eagle through the mail and smile at the thought that I might owe postage due upon receipt.
Walking out the door I turn my head and see a stuffed eagle, sitting silently perched proudly, in a glass cage, on display in the main lobby and overwhelming sadness fills my heart as I realize that another Eagle fell from the sky...a man, also fearful but who stood up for his beliefs, who will never be remembered by anyone for a cause that no one really cares about I guess...and the thought of his falling in vain fills me with a sense of profound grief, for our People believe that the Eagle is the sacred Messenger who brings the messages from our Creator.
The thought hits me that no one will hear that message for the Eagle plunged to Mother Earth and perhaps mankind might have had a chance to have heard something sacred, but now...will never know.
There is something terribly tragic in that. I hope someone hears this message and cares about Nathan Jim, Jr., the Eagle who fell from the sky.
There is something inherently evil in a country founded by Dreamers escaping religious persecution, when its people are filled with such fear that they kill themselves over what is a basic right of religious freedom.
Hear this message from the Eagle with your hearts.
"Man's law changes with his understanding of man. Only the laws of the spirit remain always the same."--Crow saying
To read more true stories from Indian writers:
www.kstrom.net/isk/stories/eagle.html
— Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Nation
Death of an Eagle
By Brooke Craig, Cherokee
Recently, I went to the Warm Springs reservation in Oregon and then to the Federal Eagle Repository in Ashland Oregon.
You probably never heard of Nathan Jim, Jr. He was a Warm Springs Yakima Indian who was arrested for illegal possession of eagle feathers and parts by the Feds a couple of years ago. He languished in federal jail for l4 months awaiting trial and was finally put on probation for this heinous crime. His lawyer appealed it under the new Religious Freedom act which guarantees Native Americans the right to eagle feathers to practice their religious ceremonies and again lost the appeal.
He killed himself, fearing that (in his mind) it would mean that the feds would rearrest him and sentence him to jail again. This so moved his prosecuting U.S. Attorney that he grabbed a bundle of eagle feathers at the Fed Eagle Repository (yes. our tax dollars at work) and drove to the reservation so they could use them for Nathan's spirit sending ceremony (burial) but arrived too late so Nathan didn't even get a feather in death.
I decided to continue the challenge to the Feds and drove to Ashland, Oregon where they keep dead Eagles (yes. its true they have a Eagle repository there) and with much dread and fear (we Indians do not trust the feds, having felt their wrath many times in the past) and trembled my way through the door fully expecting the worst.
I was met at the counter by a little old lady who is a volunteer there. While holding my Bureau of Indian Affairs ID card in one hand and my Cherokee Tribal Enrollment card in the other, I tried to remember my Ancestors who would want my voice to be strong and proud. I stood a little taller.
I said, "I want an Eagle Feather which is my right under the Religious Freedom Act."
I expected a lightning bolt to come down but instead saw a gentle smile as she softly said, "Of course," walked over and handed me a a packet of federal forms to fill out with instructions to send in to the Portland office of the US department of Wildlife management.
I smiled as I read that I will have to have signed references from another Elder and Verification from the Bureau of Indian Affairs and my Tribe to prove that I am, indeed a REAL Indian... References even for an Eagle Feather.
She asks "Do you want a Bald or a Golden Eagle?"
CHOICES!?!? I'm not prepared.
"Do you want just a wing? Or talons…Or the head...or the whole eagle?"
WHAT?!?!?!
I come in expecting to be arrested for asking for one feather and they're offering me the whole bird!?! I am confused by the offer and she sees that I'm unprepared for them offering me choices of parts of this sacred bird.
She smiles her suggestion that perhaps I might want to look at the drawings of the parts of the bird, circle what I want and include it with the forms. I am defeated instantly by her gentleness.
I ask her how they send an Eagle to me and she replies through the U.S. Mail.
THE MAIL!?!
I cannot envision receiving a dead eagle through the mail and smile at the thought that I might owe postage due upon receipt.
Walking out the door I turn my head and see a stuffed eagle, sitting silently perched proudly, in a glass cage, on display in the main lobby and overwhelming sadness fills my heart as I realize that another Eagle fell from the sky...a man, also fearful but who stood up for his beliefs, who will never be remembered by anyone for a cause that no one really cares about I guess...and the thought of his falling in vain fills me with a sense of profound grief, for our People believe that the Eagle is the sacred Messenger who brings the messages from our Creator.
The thought hits me that no one will hear that message for the Eagle plunged to Mother Earth and perhaps mankind might have had a chance to have heard something sacred, but now...will never know.
There is something terribly tragic in that. I hope someone hears this message and cares about Nathan Jim, Jr., the Eagle who fell from the sky.
There is something inherently evil in a country founded by Dreamers escaping religious persecution, when its people are filled with such fear that they kill themselves over what is a basic right of religious freedom.
Hear this message from the Eagle with your hearts.
"Man's law changes with his understanding of man. Only the laws of the spirit remain always the same."--Crow saying
To read more true stories from Indian writers:
www.kstrom.net/isk/stories/eagle.html