Two Worlds - A. Paul Ortega

In the end of the world, we find it that's hard to explain. We live by his religion in the way of life. I'd like to try to explain some of the songs to you. And the first song I'd like to do for you is what is known as a sunset. Something that has come.

And it's coming. well well Benock The sunrise is from the east and it sets in the west.

To an Indian, it gives light, heat, warmth, and to make things grow and this he understood. And he gave thanks the best way he knew how when the sun went down. Even though they called him a pagan, he adored the false gods and one of the sons was his gods. I find it today they've been telling him to get civilized and come out of his way of being a savage and assimilate to this society as what is known as civilization.

I find it to him the sun rises from the east and it sets in the west. To him it means an eight hour a day, forty hours a week and paycheck every two weeks. He has forgotten and taken for granted something that was precious to the Indian world and the way of life. I wonder how many would ever realize the sun ever rose from the west and set in the east. Maybe not very many, but today even today the Indians still say thank you for the light, heat, the warmth, and the things that grow underneath when he says he's calm.

He gave a way to me. He's calm. He's calm.

He gave a way to me. He's calm. I'd like to explore some of the social songs that the Indians have throughout. The first one is what is known as the forty-nine.

There are many different versions and many different stories, but the forty-nine. One of the versions that they have, they said fifty men went off to war during one of the world wars that we've had. When they left them before they left, they made a vow that when they returned, they would celebrate and give thanks. And after the war ended, they returned. They sang one song to each man. There were forty-nine, one didn't return. We were twenty-nine. We were twenty-nine. We were twenty-nine.

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is a social song that they do. They have a leader and then they have the followers, a chant. The trail song. The trail song is done. At night, long trails when they got

about four or five riders. Imagine sitting by a side of a trail and hearing them come in off from way far, passing by you and going on beyond. It's a song done psychologically to let whatever is in front of you knowing that you are approaching. And

W-heeeeeeeee- wondering how they'll do a big break,

Whether, um... Oh

Help me... I will... Oh What is an end it during a normal

working day? I answered many questions from non-Indians concerning Indians. The questions vary and in some cases fully stated but usually add up to one question what is an end. They say he is a person who doesn't work but gets a monthly check from the government. Others say that he is lazy. Still others say he is a man who got a raw deal from the government. Therefore he deserves what

he can get from the government. Also others say that he is a drunkard who will never amount to anything. So therefore the government should terminate him and 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 for what was rightfully theirs and branded as savages. I see the Indians as a group who fought courageously against overwhelming odds and after giving in and signing a peace treaty

lived to see the treaties broken one by one. I see the Indians as a individual who. When their country was in danger went to the front voluntarily and gave their last full measure of devotion. Not only in the Civil War but World War I will reward to the 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 Indians as a group of people because even in their broken English they will tell you how important it is to gain an education in this modern world. I see the Indians

as people who when they cross the culture barrier into the dominant society become the best in their chosen profession. Whether it be law, medicine, politics, trader, athletes or fighting for freedom. And when I think of the Indian in this light I think of the question what is an Indian. My chest suddenly expands and I think I am an Indian.