“Disadvantages faced by indigenous peoples are related to dispossession and exacerbated by powerlessness and poverty.” Roberto Mukaro Borrero
Sweet Dreams There is no edict for you to leave your home tonight as armed militias glare at you with trembling trigger fingers, while benign police stand back shrugging. No one is bulldozing the graves of your loved ones or setting fire to community facilities in order to persuade you to leave the place where you have set down roots, generations of love and friendship and work. No one is turning your land in to agribusiness at the cost of community, even life, you are not losing your freedom tonight, or your basic rights, even your dignity remains in tact despite corrupt politicians. No one is making laws to target you as an enemy of the state because you refuse to surrender your home and land from which you sustain life and no one despises you because you refuse to surrender your heritage. But if you live in Paraguay then, this night they will indeed come and kill, burn, rape, torture and imprison while stealing your land under guise of legislated corporate rights and resumption. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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I just started reading “Stealing Home”… A story about baseball, family, the American Dream, and the fight to turn Los Angeles into a big league city.Dodger Stadium is an American icon. But the story of how it came to be goes far beyond baseball. The hills that cradle the stadium were once home to three vibrant Mexican American communities. …
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Sounds like a sad beginning but also a fascinating read.
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A lot of history👍🏻
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Yes, mostly sad.
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It’s very interesting and even maddening at the politics involved, manipulation of less advantaged people. Quite relevant
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In my view, those who took up leadership in the west post 60s took no real interest in the plight of the populations they served, and the further we got into the 2000s it was blatant, gah! Thank you Cheryl.
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As I am finding it has been the usual longer than that
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🙂
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Sing it, my brother
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Thank you very much Ana, more to come 🙂
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Looking forward to it, always
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Thank you indeed. 🙂
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🤗💖
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If only your words were fiction rather than truth.
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Yes, good point, shameful that this goes on.
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This is a very powerful poem. I could see it in a World Lliterature anthology to be taught in colleges.
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Well that is high praise Liz, many thanks indeed 🙂
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You’re most welcome, Paul.
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A timely reminder that despite our troubles, we still have much to be thankful for. Thank you, Paul!
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We sure do, and our lot is not easy, but comparatively, well, we’re all better off.
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It’s all relative, isn’t it? If you look at the top of the spectrum, you might feel deprived, but look down at the other end, and you feel so thankful. We should all do that exercise every now and then to put our own lives into perspective.
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Yes, I try to do just that, it is sure sobering.
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Stark truth.
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Yes, painful I find, I’d love to kind the key to change.
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thank you very much Michael 🙂
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Are you sure, Paul? 😉 Soon, here in Germany we shall get a law against “delegitimation of the state”. xx Michael
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Ah, yes, what a nightmare, sounds just like the 1930s again, don’t criticise the government.
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Powerful and sobering
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If only there was peace and respect for life in the world, seems we repeat this stuff in every generation. Thank you so much.
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Thank you so much for that 🙂
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Thank you for keeping these atrocities in our minds – your poem really brings it home – when most of us are numbed by the visuals on our TV’s
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Yes, there comes a fatigue with compassion, I think it is just the endless weight of the evil. many thanks.
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