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Lion's Roar

Lion's Roar

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Just got back from Ft.Myers beach, Florida- it was the first vacation for my wife and I (and young 'uns) after 7 years of being together. Those that know me here have a good idea that I'm usually pretty quiet mannered and on a normal basis - hard to provoke.

My wife is Caribbean Indian, and I am a genuine mutt- Dutch/Irish and Cherokee. So, from the outside, it's your basic interracial marriage, for us, it's an Indian marriage- or more importantly- a marriage of two human beings that love each other and plan to be together for life, and have family dinners for the next 50 years.

We encountered more prejudice in one week than in 7 years during our short week in Florida. It got to the point at one restaurant when I had to mention to someone that, well, I didn't have a problem ripping his intestines out. He got the idea and left us alone...

I was fairly sure that I would have a physical conflict before the week was out, fortunately, it didn't come down to it. I did some Tibetan Buddhist practices each morning to try to keep each day as peaceful as possible.

I'm glad no one said anything to or about our kids - 4 yr old daugther and 1 year old son, that would have sent me over the limit.

I can understand people have their own views about appropriate marriages and so forth, but I am always amazed that their views can stop them from seeing people as human beings.

A little over 10 years ago, I was traveling somewhere with a martial arts training partner in Arizona- and he gave me good advice for someone (me in my early 20's) at the time until I learned to control my temper (came a LONG way in 10 years)- Don't carry a knife because you will use it. He was right then about my young ignorant self, now, many years later, I heard his words echo in my head, and I put my knife away again (well, at least I kept it in the truck- figurin' if I still wanted to get it out after walking to my truck I probably had a good reason :D )

We are back in Georgia, and back to a quiet peaceful life. Think I'll take my WWII and go hack on a dead tree out back.


David
 
Lion's Roar said:
Those that know me here have a good idea that I'm usually pretty quiet mannered and on a normal basis - hard to provoke.
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David...not meaning to provoke, but this is your first post here. How would anyone here know you, or have you recently changed your screen name?

Just curious...sorry to hear about some folks small mindedness. I've met good folks from there.
 
Hi.

This isn't my first post. I changed my screenname from Quiet One to Lions Roar this year, after Feb. I had to re-register after the server went down.
I've been on the forum, posting or browsing, since 1998. Don't remember what my screenname was before QuietOne. It's been a while.

Before the next question comes up- Lion's Roar is reflective of the Lion's Roar buddhist and Bon Sutra or Lion's Roar Tibetan martial arts. Meant in a spiritual light.

David
 
Yup, Dawi is a good Uwinv (Nephew) to me and also follows the old ways.:)

Dawi I do know your hurt. I don't know why people judge others by the color of their skin or the way they wear their hair or dress.

I've been followed around a damned auto parts store in
BumF**k Nebraska with the oh so obviously white kid seeming to think that I, the dirty F**kin ndn, was goona steal something or piss on it like a dog.:(
I'm very glad your children weren't physically involved in the ignorance of the yonegi.:(
Regretfully even in the liberal state of Kalifornia the ugly head of racism raises its ugly head. I felt its sting when I lived out there in 25 years ago.:(
 
Wado Yvsa

I've got nothing to complain about compared to your generation. The hardest thing in this life I've had to come to terms about is looking more caucasion, raised in a caucasion small town, and knowing in the inside that I talk to trees, and sometimes they talk back ;) Hard to explain that to your friends.
The elders have always been good to me- and I'm grateful for that.

Reminds me of my mother being told by my paternal grandfather that she was going to hell for wearing moccasins. That was before it was kool to be NDN.

David

Eagle Man
 
David

I can understand your comment regarding controlling one's temper. It has been a life long challenge for me. I read my sig line to myself everyday.

Sorry about the arseholes you met. The world is full of 'em unfortunately.
 
3 years in japan has poisoned me a little bit, im afraid.
i dont know how to get back to a state where i give people a chance.
anybody know the secret ?
 
Danny?

You have find your own answer, I'm afraid.

For me, I work hard at remembering that everybody...even the biggest horse's ass or the guy who robs a convenience store...has looked at all the options they can see, and has chosen what they think is the best one. Their paths cannot dictate mine.

I also have a dedicated mistrust of the zealot on either side.

"And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be."

They cannot affect your path.



Kis
We have so much.
 
It is hard to believe there are still people so screwed up. You could go where you wanted in Montana. There's ndns everywhere... it's not something to pay much attention to. Many people are half this and that and the stigma isn't there anymore.

munk
 
munk said:
It is hard to believe there are still people so screwed up. You could go where you wanted in Montana. There's ndns everywhere... it's not something to pay much attention to. Many people are half this and that and the stigma isn't there anymore.

munk
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Must depend on what part of Montana. I have friends in Roundup a very small town and they say that the ndns are looked down on around there. South Dakota is another state where the ndns aren't much thought of either.
 
The Mayor of tokyo recently referred to foreigners living in Japan as "sneaky thieves"
And yet, we commit less crime per capita than the native population!

I tell you this, I never understood what it must be like to be black in America until I came here and became a minority myself.

If I cant forgive and be even handed with japanese people, how can blacks in america ever be even with whites in america ?

Damn I hate being stared at!
It makes me soo angry.
I try to smile, I try to be a good Christian, but there is something so ugly in being stared at.
 
Sorry to hear of it LR.

Many years ago I found out about prejudice.
25 years old and engaged to one of the dark children.
(Her term if anyone objects. Black.)
Funniest sad story was traveling in Tennessee &
stopping in a pizza place for dinner.
When we got up to leave this -Big- fella of maybe 250#+
and -well- over 6-ft comes up to us and says,
"Ya'll ain't from around here are ya."
We both started laughing & walked away.
Didn't realize we were in a serious situation
till the cashier walked us out to the car,
saying she wanted to make sure we were ok.
:eek: :rolleyes:


Hope your next vacation is the pleasure it should be.

Be well.

.
 
Yvsa- I didn't know Roundup was like that.
I know there are people who call ndns prarrie niggers. It makes them feel better about themselves. There is a family in my neck of the woods who does that. They won't speak to me though. They hate my guts. I'm known to have ndn friends. In social settings they ignore me- the freeze.




munk
 
I have a book I keep returning to -

SPIRITUAL VAMPIRES - The Use and Misuse of Spiritual Power

Marty Raphael, author, copyright 1996, The Message Company, Santa Fe, New Mexico. ISBN 1-57282-006-3

Written by a girl whose Fundamentalist minister father molested her, and how she came to terms with it. It goes into several types of spiritual abuse/neglect/exploitation.

On the other side of the fence, I've several books on "clergy killers", and on Narcissistic Personalities ( my paternal grandmother was one of those ).

It is worth reading because the vampires that prey on people do it in several areas of life besides the spiritual. As a state welfare social worker I saw it in child and elderly abuse, as a church elder as one minister was run out of the clergy, as a grandson of a narcissist, in people driven into addiction, ad infinitum.

There are people that need killing. Unfortunately the law frown on doing just that no matter how justifiably a person deserves killing. Getting down into things with such people makes you feel slimey yourself and makes you want to wash it off now!

If you know the patterns, you can deal with it, however it may appear.

LR, are you really sure you've wiped my fingerprints off of that khuk?

Offhand, as Heinlein has Lazarus Long saying, when a person approaches you to tell you it's none of their business, placing a period at that point is appropriate but using a shotgun to do it will just get you talked about. Well, that's pretty much the idea.
 
Yvsa said:
South Dakota is another state where the ndns aren't much thought of either.
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On one of my trips to Sturgis I saw first hand of which you speak. We entered a convenience store. The store keeper was friendly and talked to us as we looked around for a coke and a snack. Then a couple of nDn's came in. The store keeper's tone changed immediately to gruff, very harsh. The nDn's didn't say anything. They got a soda and left. When we went to check out, his tone changed back to a friendly one. I noticed the change. I doubt the store keeper did.
 
Remember having 'White boy' shouted at me by a group of ****wits in a shopping mall in Indonesia. A real eye opener into what it feels like to be singled out for your skin colour. Cant imagine what it would be like to suffer that sort of **** on a regular basis. I wanted to stamp on their heads...
 
DDean,

That's a coincidence. My grandmother was the first person to open up a restaurant in East Tennessee that would serve anyone of any race in the main dining room. I think it was early 60's or maybe the 50's, don't know for sure. It was called "The Tennessean". Social pressure forced her to shut it down.

Years later, at my first wedding (I'm on #2 and holding), my long time martial arts instructor, an African-American man, saw my grandmother from across the room, much much older, and remembered her. He asked me if I knew her, and I told him it was my grandmother. He told me the story of the restaurant, I didn't even know it at the time. That was the first restaurant that he went into and sat down in as he said, like a normal person.
 
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