Tsalagi Warrior Warning

My name is Bo Weaver I am Western Band Cherokee or as we call ourselves Tsalagi. In 1838 My family walked "The Trail Where They Cried" out of 17 members only one made it to Oklahoma. My 7th generation Grandfather.

I was told a story over and over again about "The night the soldiers came" I was told to remember to tell my children. To always remember that I was Tsalagi but to not tell anybody.

In 1972 from a river boat in Vietman I watched that story played out in front of my eyes except this time I was the soldier and they were the Indians. I fell to my knees and cried. When is it going to stop?

Now my son is draft age and I see the videos of the people of Iraq fighting to protect their homes a people not an army of a goverment but tribal people and I fear for my son. The one thing I wanted to see him spared from ... the horror of war, but will that be allowed?

The world of the common man needs to realize that these are not isolated acts, but a driving force that has been going on for hundreds of years. Not just in one place but in every place that the invaders go. "SOP Standard Operating Procedure" It is not by random chance this has all happened.

My Grandfather used to talk about these things to me and he would say that I would see the day when it would be ALL the people in the pickle barrel not just the Indians. Sad thing is I see this happening today. I look into the eyes of my Granddaughter and fear what her life will be.

People need to wake up!

What will they do when the soldiers come for them?

Do na da go hv i

(Till we sing together)

Bo Weaver