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HOUSTON MAYOR PRO TEM ANGERS INDIANS April 9, 2007 Susan Bates

Mike Berry, Mayor Pro Tem of Houston, three- term city councilman, real estate agent, holder of many cool law degrees and host of "Talk Radio 950 KPRC", went out of his way to insult Native Americans on his March 27 broadcast. According to a transcript of his remarks, Berry said, "We need to stop wasting all this time and energy apologizing to the American Indians, which we continue to do .....with incredible resources from our Treasury. Our entire Department of the Interior, practically, is the Department of Indian Affairs." Berry said, "We continue to give land you know, at the Grand Canyon this group that got a private developer to come in and put this $30 million glass Skywalk out over the Grand Canyon, which I will go and see, I admit it, as tacky as it is why are we still giving Indians exclusive rights to gamble, exclusive rights to print money, which is also known as a casino?" Mayor Berry, who boasts that he has read the treaties involving American Indians said, "..... the treaty involved land and sovereignty. It did not require that we continue to pay for education. It did not require welfare programs. It did not necessarily mean we had to grant them casino licenses ... He further stated that "Indians are conquered People and the US doesn't continue to give aid to the Germans, Italians and Japanese, "because they sit around whining about a war (they lost) 200 years ago." For the record, not all Indian tribes were conquered People. As a Chickamauga, I am proud to be a descendant of those who followed Dragging Canoe and to this day we have never surrendered. And while Mr.. Berry probably made those remarks to draw more attention to himself, it is sad to think of the terrible awakening which is coming at lightening speed to him and his kind. While strength in numbers coupled with the willingness to murder, rape and pillage in the name of God and Manifest Destiny, brought wealth, land and power to a few at the cost of misery for the masses, this white superiority complex will soon be coming to an end. Indigenous People understand the law of Balance. Some call it Karma, some know it as "what goes 'round comes 'round." The Red People are Caretakers of this hemisphere and our prophecies tell us that soon we will get our lands back. No amount of prayers or money will stop the coming Earth Changes. Calling it Global Warming and urging people to conserve, reduce and reuse is too little, too late. Creator has a plan. We are coming to the end of an Age. Those who used His Name to feed their own greed, as well as those who followed blindly along, will soon have to pay the piper. It is written. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> "The Last Resort" Words and Music by the "Eagles" She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red man's way, and how they loved the land And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide Seeking a place to stand or a place to hide Down in the crowded bars, out for a good time, Can't wait to tell you all, what it's like up there And they called it paradise I don't know why Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high Then the chilly winds blew down Across the desert through the canyons of the coast, to the Malibu Where the pretty people play, hungry for power to light their neon way and give them things to do Some rich men came and raped the land, Nobody caught 'em Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus, people bought 'em And they called it paradise The place to be They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina just like the missionaries did, so many years ago They even brought a neon sign: "Jesus is coming" Brought the white man's burden down Brought the white man's reign Who will provide the grand design? What is yours and what is mine? 'Cause there is no more new frontier We have got to make it here We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds, in the name of destiny and the name of God And you can see them there, On Sunday morning They stand up and sing about what it's like up there They call it paradise I don't know why You call someplace paradise, kiss it goodbye

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