The day before.. it’s happening

The day before.. it’s happening

I have to begin by saying, over the past few months, I had hoped tomorrow would never come. But it is nearly upon us, and now I have mixed feelings. First, what might have been, is what bothers me today. All the media is calling this day, a historic event. I agree with that statement, but in a different light. Historically, Obama becoming president is a first, and it has nothing to do with the color of his skin. He will be the first American who is sworn in who may not be qualified according to our consititution. There is still no clear answer where he was born and IF he is really a true American. Tomorrow should have been a proud day for many democrats, however, I see it as a sad day. The day democracy as we know it will die.

This is even sadder for many of us who are Native American. There are many reasons for this, The one that comes to mind first is the fact that our people where so serverly treated, to estabish this democracy. Only to see it destoryed, because of lies and half truths. Our people were killed, our land stolen so America could become America. Now, after hundreds of years, a wolve in sheeps cothing has won this land. Or should I say stolen? Tomorrow the circle will be complete, and it is a shame that some did not see it coming. I feel sad for them, for they are truley blind.  On this ingaration eve, many are optomistic, I wish I could be.  But, knowing that socialism will be upon us, it is though this “great experiment” has finally failed. 

So, as many in our nation celebrate, I along with many others do not.  Many Indian nations government are forms of socialism, and as we all know, it has not worked out well.  You only have to look to the past to see the future. 

 Below, I have included some letters from children to the new “hope”. What makes these letters so sad, is that these children have hope in the new admistration. May the great spirt bless them.

Dear Mr. Obama,

My name is Christopher. I live in a brick house. All my family needs is food. Whenever I get home and I’m hungry I cannot find anything. We can’t go anywhere because we always have no gas to drive. My mama voted for you, Obama, because we are a big fan. When you won we went crazy. I would want you to take away guns so our people don’t have to die.




Dear Mr. Obama,

My name is Shanyah. I am 11 years old. I have a three-year-old sister who is mean to me. Mr. Obama, thank you for running for president.. You are the first black president we ever had. I live in a trailer so please Obama send me and my mom some money for clothes, bills, and a new house with running water and electric. This is what my house looks like on the inside: It only has one room. I don’t have a room, I have to sleep on the floor. Outside it’s purple, with a tire on top. It’s torn, ruined, just out of shape. Give me a call if you would like to help us.



Dear Mr. Obama,

Hello, my name is Clarence. Our school is broke. Please give us money. We kids are in need of books. I would like some new computers and a gym. We all told everybody to vote for you. I think we deserve some credit.



Dear Mr. Obama,

Hi, my name is Keanu. I am 11 years old and I will be 12 on December 13th. I’m a Navajo. My clans are the Mexican clan and I was born for Towering House clan. My house is a trailer that my uncle used before he moved to Flagstaff. He used it after my grandparents. I would like to thank you for stopping wars. What my family needs is some money because we are poor and my dad is healing from a heart attack. We need money to get some food because most of it goes to my dad. We are having problems because of the gas prices.




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