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For the coming spring which Imbolg bring

May to wisdom I be wed

And April safe with rain

And may I March with justice led

My work in June not be in vain

For the coming year

Thru Imbolg clear

Determination never dead

Thru sacrifice or pain

Seek solace in the color red

And for my skills I ever train

I let you in, I let you in

um so I made this guy. first time trying to make a plush. I used the Aranzi Aronzo “fun dolls” book I got at the library, in the “haha rolleyes” design cus it utilizes googly-eyes lol

And I’ve tried putting it into perspective for my fellow settler “Americans”: we aren’t different than the “Israeli” settler in our status here on occupied indigenous lands. Decolonization is the way and it’s just and good to serve and work toward it for and with indigenous peoples.

And yes we do have to do this work and learn this education now! “I’m not my ancestors” is bullshit considering we are actively still destroying the land and it’s rightful stewards to this very day. “Our ancestors” genocidal crimes never stopped and were carried generations into now - so I don’t understand why we can’t accept this fact, follow indigenous peoples lead toward decolonizing “America”.

It’s free Palestine it’s land back to First Nations people it’s colonized countries globally forcing the white supremacist European and “US” powers out. It’s just to be dedicated to helping to do what is right. Go to hell otherwise. Expect hell. I don’t even know what to say anymore to other settlers except this.

Read from Fanon, read Klee Benally, read Gerald Horne, Read Decolonization is Not a Metaphor while y’all are at it.

Learn the histories of federal Indian law (here via DecolonizedBuffalo on ig):

[Img text reads - From DecolonizedBuffalo’s book, in the section on Self-Determination;

“Now that it is established that the primary contradiction is settler colonialism, the reader must acknowledge another fact: Indigenous communities within settler states are sovereign nations. They are internal colonies. Sovereign Indigenous nations within the US have their own governments, court systems, laws, economies, programs, cultures, and languages. Settler Marxists within the United States should learn about the history of federal Indian law, and court cases that pertain to Indigenous sovereignty . To understand Indigenous sovereignty better, it is advised to learn about the Marshall trilogy cases and the history behind them:

-Johnson vs Macintosh, 21 US (8Wheat.) 543 (1823)

-Cherokee Nation vs Georgia, 30 US (5Pet.) 1 (1831)

-Worcester vs Georgia, 31 US (6 Pet.) 151 (1832)”

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So we who are settlers don’t just have these histories on-hand in our minds because we weren’t taught about Indigenous histories from Indigenous truths and lenses, and we must learn - and recognize fully the crimes we still commit! Like for one example, we rally up to continuously ignore Indigenous decolonial activists and scholars and talk about “establishing socialism”, more Eurocentrism, assuming that we working class settlers will continue occupying and holding the means of production - on stolen land. No!

Just don’t speak so sure of *anything* as a settler before you give your time to LISTEN to decolonial liberationists, before you LEARN the principles of decolonization here in the illegal settler-states; and there’s special emphasis on getting ‘Marxist’ settlers to light this fire under their asses too because too many seem to think they know it all, that they are exempt, and that arrogance is real-world damaging to liberation movements.

Let me sing about love

Love you can feel and love you can hold

Hold it to your breast

Like a waltz and a high that makes you feel good

Good to be alive

Alive to live a life without cryin’ And sing until the day you die

O, let me sing, let me live, love my friends and my home, and my sweetheart beneath the stars above

Let me sing about love

Love without fear and tyranny reigning

Raining like a storm,

Like a tempest burnin’, like a sign of the devil

Devil take my life - you can cut off my hands but I’ll still keep singin’ Singing til the day I die

O, let me sing, let me live, love my friends and my home, and my sweetheart beneath the stars above.