Native Conspiracy

By De-Witt A. Herd

NATIVE CONSPIRACY is looking
at the United States greatest triumph as its personal
ambition in any task whether its just cause or not.
After Custers last stand, several Washington offi cials
and the military needed answer and a solution to
the natives threat. A group of Congressmen and
Senators had an ultimate plan to fi nally rid the
countries native threat by an unjust, unheard of
relocation in the name of national security. When
the plan code word Gathering of the Wolves, was
revealed by a lonesome torture of guilt he had to tell
someone but it was too late. However, the second
phase of the ultimate plan was ready to commence
the investigation revealed an unlawful act of human
dignity. The search for the natives has failed, yet little
that the United States offi cials knew that the Native
Americans had learn to adapted in order to survive
for if not the new world would surely be their death
in a tears of sorrow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483635163

De-Witt A. Herd

Biografía Nacido en el Bronx, Nueva York, he compartido en mis escritos que yo era siempre un soñador de corazón. A pesar de que aprendí muy poco durante mi crecimiento, me ayudo a auto-superarme. Fui a la escuela Preparatoria Evander Child en Gun Hill. Y me he podido superarme como Cocinero Gourmet para Banquetes, he obtenido un título en Licenciatura en Servicios Humanos para avanzar a una Maestría en Consejería Matrimonial, familia, terapia infantil, y el control de la ira. Sin embargo, todavía existe la necesidad dentro de mí de aprender más. He escrito otros libros como “Poesía en los pensamientos de un Soldado”, “Fuego Fantasmal”, y “Los senderos de un cocinero militar", y ahora “Dotados”. Dotados es verdaderamente notable en sí mismo mediante la adopción de realidad y ficción para crear un mundo a la iluminación.

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Copyright © 2013 by De-Witt A. Herd.

Library of Congress Control Number:          2013908014

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Contents

1.   Not Without Cause

2.   Victory and Fear

3.   The Plan

4.   Gathering of the Wolves

5.   This is not the Way

6.   Final Destination: Africa

7.   Strange New World

8.   Tribal Tension: Who are you?

9.   New Brothers under the Sun

10. The Plan II

11. The Cover-up

12. The Eagle Dance and the Sun God

Letter from the Author

In memory of Ms. Lurline Brain (1898-1992) and Ms. Evelyn Cousins (1912-2004), Our father’s once said we were a thorn in the rarest of the rose bushes. A-5

Ms. Lurline Brain: Being part Cherokee and Black places me deeper in a world undecided.

Ms. Evelyn Cousins: Being a light skin Negro and called colored was easy for the white people to except us to a limit, however, we already knew.

In September 1979, at a Harlem apartment both agreed what their father had told them but never really give it a thought. If the European Americans had their way, Blacks would go back to Africa and the Indians would be extinct by the turn of the nineteenth century. However, little that they knew the United States would be greater in combination of multi-type nationalities.

CHAPTER ONE

Not Without Cause

A Cool breezes play along the desert coastal mid-sun rise in Southwest Africa. Slowly creeping across the coastal sand was a cool moist ocean breezes that rudely interrupt the play into a violent world pool around the sand dune. Nearby, five native Indian children’s at play, three boys and two girls sliding down a large sand dune with an animal skin hide. One boy was distracted by the twisting winds and walk over to get a closer look. However, he was distracted once again, turns and stared at the coastal water. As the sun watching down appears to had enough of this child’s play and began to heat up the sands, cutting into the cool air. Off from a distant someone is calling Gray Feather respectively as the voice became near. Gray Feather, did you hear me said Tall-Grass. Gray Feather is a Dakota Sioux and was name when he first started to crawl as a baby, crawled into a Roadrunner’s nest and fallen asleep beneath the gray downing. Tall-Grass his mother was name because she was the tallest out of all the tribe’s females together. She married White Cloud who was strong and a good provider. He got his name as a young brave when he made his first kill on top of a hill as a dense fog covered the peak like the mountains in the clouds.

Gray Feather what is wrong with you, the mother stresses. The sun will cook you for dinner if we don’t go. Gray Feather did not respond, but continue to stare at the coastal water. What are you looking at she grab his arm; let’s go but only to stop to look as well. It was a wreckage and debris from a ship being pushed into the desert shore. Come it’s just a ship wreck, as she tugs hard, Gray Feather turns to walk with her. On the coastal desert beach rest two relics of a ship from many years ago opposite from each other and nearly claim by the sand. The only remains are the skeleton from a ship of war.

Somewhere in northern Texas

1875 was still a good life living off the land and plenty of buffalo to feed the nation. The white settlers and the cavalry kept their distance as many of the Sioux tribe never even seen neither the white man nor the soldiers with their rifles and long knives. The land was plenty and fruitful, the only time young braves and children alike hear trouble outside this simple life is when the elders gather around. The elders gather around the fire and tell their stories of the battles with the Blackfeet and the white man with their long knives. One of the senior of the elders’ was Chief Twin Bear as he tells how the white man say their friends and take the land from your father, fathers. They do not live with the land or embrace the spirit’s gift that keeps it alive. The white man steals from the land until it dies and moves to the next land. While the stories continues the fire burns with life, as the drums beats with rhythm to the crackling sounds of the burning wood. We have a good life said Twin Bear. A boy spoke up and asked don’t we do the same as we move with the season? it got quiet for a moment as Twin Bear asks what foolishness dare to speak without thinking. Suddenly everyone moves slowly away only to leave the boy called ‘Tiponca’ to face the elders alone. Chief Breeze pointed at the boy saying you shame us by being blind to the truth. No, Twin Bear said, the boy is misguided. What is your name? I am call ‘Tiponca’ he nervously said. Young Tiponca, we only take what is needed and when we move with the calling, we give back to the land. The buffalo eats his share and gives back to fertile the land it takes from. We eat the buffalo, we waste nothing. We feed but we don’t indulge, we take what is needed and in return we plant the grass and the trees. Listen young brave and top of all who hear my praise, we pay heed to nature, the moon, the stars, and the sun to guide our existent. Young Tiponca, you will soon have to answers to the spirit, open your heart, your eyes for if you doubt your existent you will surely parish as the spirits passes you bye and leaving you alone. The drums beat in a different tune as the elder Chief Gray Wolf of the Dakota pay pledge to the full moon as braves dance and the elders and women sing. The music ventures out even further beyond the sound of the drums. The towns’ within a hundred miles away, many sleep to the soothing sound, yet many sleep fearing the worst. Dad, a young farm boy said. What is that I here? Don’t worry boy, when the steers get riled up, that when you worry. And besides that is just the up wind letting us know the Indians are settling down. Dad! What if they come? Son, don’t threat none, the closest village is 75 to a 100 miles from here. And besides the troopers are twenty mile, so go get to bed it is past your time.

Back at the Indian village the full moon position high in the center of the village over the fire. The drums and singing stop as the eldest of time stood up. He is known as Chief Atmacan. He raised an eagle feather in his left hand and a peace pipe in the right. He said while the luminous moon and the dancing fire light paid heed to his attention and closing his eyes;

I’ve seen the land form as we see it today.

I have seen and embrace the white buffalo among the range.

I ask the spirits what wisdom you have; the spirit spoke

Like a man and said "you are the chosen people so embrace the land.

As we give thanks to the moon, I do praise.

Let us rest to flourish the next day.

Chief Atmacan also known as ‘Silent Wind’, who was born in the mist of the Sioux nation in 1785, he speak traditional Apache, Crow, and Navajo and one of the first to battle the Conquistador in the southern territory. Chief Atmacan sat down and said not without cause we fear the unknown. Go now and rest and prepare the new day. As everyone heads to their teepee, two women came to assist Atmacan up and to his teepee for the night. A lone coyote pay tribute to the moon as well before settling down and the native village while some sleep to the coyote’s cries, while others pray for a successful hunt for the new day.

The next day the sun slowly peek over the horizon as to see who was around before he fully shine. While most of the land were peaceful and far as the eagle sore through the open sky, it was known that the white eyes and their long knives (soldiers) were venturing out further each nations’ land. The Sioux, Cherokee, and the Shawnee position throughout the nation, keeping watch as the white eyes spread like the locust. The Spaniard’s and those who call themselves American Calvary or troopers are building forts and ravaging everything in reach. Back in the village Chief Twin Bear walk to a small mound north of the village, stood on top and look around before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. Thirty minutes pass as a young boy about 13 years of age stands at the base of the mound and call out oh wise one there is food and drink for you. There was no response as the boy called out once more but louder Oh Wise One! Still no response, the boy slowly walked up the mound and stood behind Twin Bear. Moments later, Twin Bear broke silence and said it is dangerous and disrespectful to stand behind a warrior during his meditation. Young Sparrow why do you show no respect? How do you know it’s me? Twin Bear open his eye and turn around before saying, the wind told me. The boy looked confuse yet ask what else do they say? Twin Bear turn completely around to face the boy and place his right hand on his back. He said let’s go we may have to move sooner than we think.

The village was peaceful as well as throughout the nation, food were plentiful as the great bison herd blesses the village by grazing within the village compounds. The elder Atmacan sighted Twin Bear as he approaches near his teepee. Yah-tah-hey he greeted. Yah-tah-hey Twin Bear responded. Atmacan place his right hand on Twin Bear’s left shoulder and said the forthcoming is near the elders must know. Young Sparrow spoke up to say what forthcoming? Silent boy, even a sparrow gets lost in the wind said Twin Bear rudely. Atmacan the wise one, the spirit in the wind has informed me as well. Come we must prepare the other elders of the forthcoming. Young Sparrow stands confused as both elders walk off to the center of the village. Meanwhile, off in a distance sky the clouds form a pack shutting out the sun. It was strange that the wind stopped blowing as the clouds came closer. At a large constructed hut similar to the sweatbox the elders gather for a conference. A young warrior brave called ‘Tumak’ came with a look of confusion and said elders the buffalo are leaving. He then left quickly nearly tripping over the flap that closes the entrance.

All the elders gather around the center of the fire as Chief Strong-Wind (who is nearly as old as Atmacan) toss incent into the flames. Chief Strong-Wind was once a strong and powerful leader in a war with the Crow nation and years later with the Apaches. The incent had created a puff of gray smoke that later change into a bluish and silver residue as it slowly escape through the opening in the vent of the hut. The spirits give the sign of trouble said Twin Bear. Why have you call us here said Strong-Wind. Twin Bear continue to watch the last of the residue escaping through the vent, yet one bluish-silver ash fail to follow suite. The ash pause before floating slowly back down and landing dead center of the fire. Within seconds a burst of flame rise forward and back to its normal realm. Twin Bear spoke with concerns and said I speak to the elders; my brothers the spirit winds forth-told death and destruction of the land. The chosen people must hear and be warn that the sickness will follow. Atmacan interrupt and said I as well heard the spirits as they talked to me. Atmacan’s voice at some point became crackly as he continues to say the women and children must migrate, our braves must seek the heart of the Sioux nation to survive. Chief Strong-Wind looked around before saying the elders agree we must leave before the last full moon, the spirits has spoken.

South of the village five riders approaches quickly, stirring up a camouflage of dust. A brave outside the village can’t make out the riders as the dust shielded the riders and muzzle the waiting brave from the sound of the horse’s hooves pounding hard like roaring thunder. The brave took his bow, set a flame the head of his arrow and fire towards the village. He then sent a