Traditional Actions of True Native Male Warriors
this blog post is a reposting from a dear friend’s IG and paraphrased so as to create a collective understanding that reflects we are in this together. we, Indigenous People, are working to restore the imbalance that settler colonial heteronormative patriarchy polluted our minds and spirit with. *may we all begin to see through the lies of the “imperialist, capitalist, white supremacist patriarchy” that was named by bell hooks.
if you’re new to bell hook’s writing, i recommend and suggest this as an intro to help us understand just a little bit more of how this thing of misogyny works: http://imaginenoborders.org/pdf/zines/UnderstandingPatriarchy.pdf
*this next part of blog post is an excerpt quote from an unknown elder who comes from the Lakota nation. if you happen to know who it is, please credit them, as i would like to honor their work and wisdom too.
“The cycle of life for the woman is the baby, girl, woman, and grandmother. These are the four directions of life. She has been given by natural laws, the ability to reproduce life. The most sacred of all things is life. Therefore, all men should treat her with dignity and respect. Never was it our way to harm her mentally or physically. Indian men were never abusers. We always treated our women with respect and understanding.”
paraphrased, i wrote the following section building off of a post as an honoring to all women and children. what little i have come to learn, within Indigenous societies, women and children are the center and future of the home fire and family.
as i work through what i have been processing personally, i am also thinking critically as an Indigenous woman who was born into and raised by Diné matriarchs from the With the Rock and Many Goats clans. the matriarchs i was raised and influenced by are some of the fiercest women i know. well known for being ladies for their quiet strength as they sat in social settings, they covered their ears, wore long skirts, and pants as work demanded, but they also butchered, branded, watered horses, bucked bales of hay, carded wool, made tortillas, and blue corn mush.
these Diné women were pillars of dignified strength and Rezilience that i am honored and thankful for today. my little mom Mary, Aunty Sallie, Aunty Louise, Aunty Leila, and my grandmother Clara and great grandmother Sophie were women who i grew up around. these women are strength to my soul and there is not a man alive who can take away what they taught me.
to be honest, if you ask me, i think of how the patriarchy works and it has made people believe women have no role in life other than to bare life. within Indigenous cultures, women lead with quiet confidence and they get after girls differently. women teach them how to work and think collectively. when men lead, it’s an ego trip down “me, me, me, and my, my, my, or I did this, I did that, or I’m in charge” lane. who needs that in this changing new world?
cuz growing up, as i think deeply on this, it was the women who taught me to be tough and to wipe my tears. it was the women who showed me how to get back up and stand on my own two feet. it was these women who showed me Indigenous matriarchy and they were tougher than some of the men who claim to be warriors. it is why i ask, where are the women and children?
as i think on this more, lately, i see through the eyes of a woman and i am reclaiming myself. at the end of the day, we ought to do a lot of things and the following is a just a little.
we ought to all work with women to help create a home atmosphere of respect, security and harmony.
we ought to all refrain from any form of emotional or physical abuse. if we have those feelings, we ought to talk to the Creator for guidance and redirection.
we ought to treat all women and children as if they were our very own relatives. may we all make a vow to also respect our elders, they too are sacred beings.
may we treat every woman, from the tiniest child to the oldest one, with respect, honor, and consideration.
there is a proverb that women will lead the healing among the tribes. they carry within them the powers of love and strength given by the Moon and the Earth. it is said, when everyone else gives up, it is the women who will sings the songs of strength back to life. to all women, sing your songs of strength and pray for your special powers to help keep our people strong.
may the footsteps of healed mothers and children tread softly on all our hearts and show us all another way.
may we learn to respect the words of women and mothers especially when they ask for help. we ought to be the first to open the doors for them, or take out the trash, pick up laundry, clean our rooms, wash those dishes, and when we can, help make dinner. as a mother myself, i know personally, it’s the little things that help a long ways too.
in these changing new times, it’s time for men to uphold women in a sacred manner. men who put women down and talk awful behind closed doors or shame women and girls in any way, especially when troubled with their own life’s problems, ought to seek their counsel. women are intuitive in thought and spirit with access to another system of knowledge that few men develop aka the divine feminine. calling a woman a slut, b*^%#, heaux, skank, c*^%, and all the other derogatory names is a reflection of the unhealed male and the state of his self unawareness.
please, end that hate towards women.
whatever it takes, may we all work to make amends with the women in our lives. even if they may have passed, their spirit is always with us and healing that circle or bond can lead to more healing.
i have come to learn, healing the mother wound helps heal the inner child wound. may the unhealed wounds begin to heal and may the unresolved traumas be resolved and inner peace begin to be reborn.
Yox kalo and hozho nahasglii four times.