"So many ways of falling
A thousand barefoot tribes
Who trusted promises
No resting place
March into the wilderness
Time their fate decides
Leaving behind them
Treasures and gold
"
(Clannad, "Trail of Tears"
from the CD Lore, 1992)




Tiger as a wee cub
The original founding fathers
Long before the Settlers came over on the Mayflower, there were people on the North (and South) American continents, what Chris Columbus erroneously named Indians due to his inbility to steer a goddamned ship properly.   Too much of that Spanish water, if you ask me.  But the name stuck, so Indians they be.  Actually, they'll always BE Indians in my eyes, misnomer or not.

Ok from the top left, we have the four greatest tribal leaders, ignoring the white assholes below each one.  well, ok Lincoln isn't an asshole, he's actually an ok kinda guy.  And I'm not just saying that because he's from my home state of Kentucky.  On the top, we have Chief Joseph (over Washington), Sitting Bull, Geronimo, and Red Cloud (Over Lincoln).  On the bottom, there are three assholes I could give two shits about, and Abe Lincoln.  (Latest asshole being GW Bush.  and I mean that).
The Trail of Tears

The actual march  
You'll have to fogive my bitterness on this tender subject, or not.  You see, my mother's grandmother was full-blooded Cherokee, but my disgust for the treatment of the proud native peoples of the Americas go back far further than that.   To wit:

The Trail of Tears hit home very much with me.  Some of my family (distant relatives, but to the Cherokee, all are brother/sister [makes the sex kinda kinky... incest anyone?  hehehe]) were in this horrific march.  This needless march, this atrocity of an evacuation.  I don't give a shit what was going on at the time, there was no need to force a nation mostly as a whole to relocate. A few escaped, were rescued from it via something resembling the Underground Railroad... But some 4000 people out of 15000 died in this 6-month jaunt from Georgia/North Carolina to what is now Oklahoma.  That's over a quarter of the population, folks. almost 27%, to be exact.   Imagine the government slaughtering a quarter of our population as a whole today...actually, I'm going to shut up, becuse on the off-chance a member of congress sees this page I don't want to give them any ideas.

Actually, a bit of a history lesson would benefit my readers.  Go here for a nice little treatise on the subject.  I am damn proud of my heritage,  even if it is a matter of genetics.  Proud and glad!  Of both sides of it, as contradictory as that may seem.  See, the other side of my family tree DID come over not on the Mayflower but somewhat later.  And they weren't Brits, they were Irish.

See why I'm so pissed off at those white assholes on the bottom of the Founding Fathers picture?  To be fair, my anger should be directed at the British settlers, but Washington is close enough to that timeframe to count.  And he WAS British, so...
The picture above contains lyrics to Clannad's treatment on this subject, which can be found on thier album "Lore," or in summary, see above.  They felt the touch of loneliness, they felt the dread of fear, and found the path of wisdom along the Trail of Tears.  The bottom pic is a portrayal of the actual march, painted in 1942.  If any paintings/drawrings/artwork were made during the march itself, none survived.  Clicking on it will bring up a link to a very informative site about the Cherokee and their people, and the Trail information itself.
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Next page, the otehr side of my heritage, the Celts (that's prounced Kelts.  a soft C does not exist in Greek.  
The Greeks named their enemies Keltoi, and like Indians, it stuck)