As you may know, I am usually very passionate and respectful of all things Native American. My Great Grandmother was half Choctaw / half Chickasaw (which where I get my cool eyes from).
At any rate, I am down for the People. Today, however, I went onto an Indian reservation (and I won't say what Tribe/Nation it was) and I INSTANTLY felt uncomfortable. I don't know if these people are ancestral enemies of mine or something, but everything in me felt yucky the whole time I was on their land. Even when I drove down into their valley, thick fog covered everything; it was like driving into the Land of the Lost or something.
Strangest thing.
I got up and out at 5 am like I said I would to go down there; the race was fun and it was good PR for us, but I ended up leaving early; and thankfully, too!
Before I go, I'd be remiss if I didn't post here the status message I put up on my Facebook profile in honor of 9/11:
Never forget that the true lesson of 9/11 is the terrible cost of hatred, ignorance, intolerance and greed in this world.
Violence and terror never have, and never will never accomplish true and lasting positive change.
Only love, knowledge and understanding can accompish that.
And remember:
Never give up, never give up, never ever ever give up.
B. Dave Walters
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