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Shoshone-Bannock History in Idaho
PART I OF II: 2008's historic Idaho Democratic Convention, held in Boise, ID, June 12-14, invited Idaho Native American Tribal members from the Shoshone-Bannock/Fort Hall, Shoshone-Paiute/Duck Valley, Nez Perce, and Coeur D'Alene tribal communities to take an active part in the convention activities. On June 12th, the Idaho AFL-CIO hosted a Democratic picnic for convention goers. Mr. Ted Howard, Cultural Resource Director, Duck Valley, spoke to picnic participants about the Shoshone-Paiute-Bannock history in the Boise Valley area. 9:49 minutes.
Part II-Grand Entry, Flag Ceremony and Recessional
All convention tribal members participated in the grand entry at the beginning of the June 13th Idaho Democratic Convention gathering followed by a flag ceremony and presentation by Mr. Lee Juan Tyler, Council Member, Shoshone-Bannock/Fort Hall community. Fort Hall and Duck Valley singers and drummers played songs for the grand entry, flag ceremony and recessional.
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Native American Prophecy
Narrated by the late Floyd RedCrow Westerman 6:36 minutes
7 Generations
Elder Orin Lyons talks about preparing for the next 7 generations. 8:43 minutes
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| Lit->NA Poems: shadow of the eagle |
Posted on Thursday, January 20 @ 21:46:35 CST | |
I hear the cries at moonlight, my people of long ago,
Torn away from their birthplace, marched into the unknown.
Tired and hungry and dying, not knowing if they will survive,
My proud honorable family, my Cherokee tribe.
From paradise they were taken, to a land both barren and dry,
How can you sit and wonder what makes this Cherokee cry?
I weep for the death of my people, betrayed by many lies,
Who walked the death march to nowhere, on the terible trail
Where they cried.
Tears frozen on faces with heartache, bodies crushed with pain,
No hope left for the future and all for white men's gain.
Gone was their beautiful valley, tall mountains covered with smoke,
They walked with heavy burdens, held tight by winte man's yoke.
Their suffering is not forgotten, for you can see it fall from my eye
And in the shadow of the eagle, above a mournful Cherokee sky.
MARTHA MOONGAZER BEARD
DEC 27TH 2004
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