“Stories from my Grandmothers”. Florence McGeshick Garcia, Ed.D Washte Hinapawe “Good Woman Comes Out”. Research is Ceremony.
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“Stories from my Grandmothers”
Florence McGeshick Garcia, Ed.D
“Good Woman Comes Out”
"Take only memories. Leave nothing but footprints."
Every Montanan, whether Indian or non- Indian, be encouraged to learn about the distinct & unique heritage of American Indians in a culturally responsive manner
every educational agency and all educational personnel will work cooperatively with Montana tribes or those tribes that are in close proximity, when providing instruction or when implementing an educational goal or adopting a rule related to the education of each Montana citizen, to include information specific to the cultural heritage and contemporary contributions of American Indians, with particular emphasis on Montana Indian tribal groups and governments.
In 2006, 27 percent of Native individuals lived in poverty compared to 13 percent of the general population. At 36 percent, the American Indian/Alaska Native poverty rate was higher among families on reservations than among families in other American Indian/Alaska Native areas in 1999.
They say he is a person who doesn’t work, but gets a monthly check from the government. Others say he’s lazy; still others say he is a man that got a raw deal from the government. Therefore, he deserves what he can get from the government. Also others say he is a drunkard who will never amount to anything. So therefore the government should terminate him. Let him make his own way in the white man’s society.
Myself, I do not see an Indian in the same light as any of these people. I see the Indian as a group of people, all different in their ways, but held together by a common bond called culture. I see the Indian as a group who fought courageously against overwhelming odds, and after giving in and signing peace treaties, lived to see each peace treaty broken one by one. I see the Indian as an individual who, when the country was in danger, went to the front voluntarily and gave their last full measure of devotion in every major conflict including the Civil War, WWI, WWII, Korean Conflict and Vietnam.
I see the Indian as a group of people who are proud, and rightfully so, because they possess the secrets of life the white man has never discovered. I see the Indian as a group of people because, even with their broken English, they will tell you how important it is to gain an education in this modern world. I see the Indian who crossed a cultural barrier into the dominant society, to become the best in their chosen profession whether it be law, medicine, politics, trader, athlete, or fighting for freedom. When I think of the Indian in this light, I think of the question: What is an Indian? My chest suddenly expands and I say: I am Indian!
Teach your children what we have taught our children—that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons and daughters of the earth.
My relatives, we are all related…