Journey of a Rumour

Dear Sir and Reverend,

        I hope my last letter saw you well. If not I have included it with this one.

Assuming we create a 25 year plan. We could ask for a temporary immigration to be established. We could create a village and save a nation. Much like the native reservation, we could create a self-sufficient European farm village. We could bring in young Haitian couples, for example. Couples without children. We could give them a small house and some farm land to till. We could educate their children for 25 years. Then we could send them home again. This is better than immigration because then we can use the lands over and over again. We could bring people in from a chosen nation. They can live here for 25 years tilling the soil and selling the crop. We can educate them for 25 years. Then we can send them home again. America could do the same thing. Europe might be able to help. Australia certainly can help. The church can help. Even the New Zealand and other islands can be of some use. You see the things we could do if we could put some organization to it.

Anyway. God love you. I couldn't just leave you high and dry.

Love and Stuff



Dear Sir and Reverend,

        I am writing you this short letter because we need your support. First, pray.
Canada cannot follow the church into a multi-cultural kingdom because she is not a kingdom, but a democracy. A short range plan of 5 years cannot compete with a long range, and offending plan. I cannot vote for a person of another culture because it will set a precedence for an insecure future - and Europe’s population in Canada is very small. The education system, also, is inadequate.
        So, we need a twenty-five year plan. A prince of peace.
        This twenty-five year plan should sit where the Governor General, and the Queen of England, are now sitting. And He should receive the following powers:
1. immigration
2. multi-culturalism
3. some sort of Crown Land policy (because the land is called “Crown Land”)
4. and, even if the Prime Minister leads us into war, he should be permitted to pull Us out of it, for any reason.
This man, or woman, should be at least 35 to 45 years of age. He should be of Aboriginal decent, a status Indian, and he should be voted in by his own people until 250 years have passed. He should be a chief of good standing.
He should have complete power over immigration. If he wishes to extend citizenship to the American Indian, then he should do so. The American would then have duel citizenship to vote for the Prime Minister, as well as the chief. The Native vote will be stronger. The young American Native can emigrate to Canada, which will have a strong Native culture, and which will save, civilizing, his own native land.
All people who emigrate to Canada, at his invitation, should swear to Canada, and her chief, not the Queen of England.
This message is coming from Victoria and Nanaimo, British Columbia. I believe this is God’s instruction for greater peace. The world has yet to see a prince of peace, save Christ.

A Chief of good standing is one who, is chief of his people and his land, and because of this, with the aid of a staff, entitled to claim the throne of Canada, according to God, and according to the laws of England. The Chief should claim the throne himself. If possible the Chief should think of this solution, himself. Because he has many little children watching him.
I am enclined to do it the old fashioned way - with rumour. It is therefore rumoured: that the Natives of British Columbia are planning on claiming the throne of Canada.
Do not forget your responsibility, your Anglican responsibility, placing the crown. Keep in mind, Australia. And, would you like to help us spread a rumour so that the Natives can hear? Hopefully, they will have, not only the smarts, but the courage. I would imagine it is for our closest neighbours and ourselves that you pray most often.

Love and Stuff

Oh Yeah: You may very well be the first persons with whom I have spoken.



Found this while I was searching. There is no need to reply to me.  Just thought you might be interested. 


I suppose you have read the small book entitled the Lion, the Witch, and the ward of the robe?

Dear Sir,

        I have sent this little letter several times to many different people thrughout British Columbia, to most churches and to several Native outlets, both in British Columbia and several places in the United States. Every time I have sent it, I have asked the recipient to send no reply. I am still asking this. My computer does not have the capacity to accept many emails. I find it interesting that British Columbia is so small, and that it can so easily be reached by email. I am hoping that I have collected a few friends who have really thought about what I have written in my letter. I guess I am hoping that the generation of the sixties, who so wontonly ignored you, both in your education, and in your unique oppression, will gain an education themselves, and come to their senses. As far as I am concerned, your people are the only people to whom the European owes any personal responsibility. You and the Black man, who is none of ours. Yours is the future and the inheritance, and the laws which you establish between us, protect all the other brown men who are established after you. Your population is what? About a million. A million and a half. Already you are overwhelmed with a wave of civilized immigrants who, will again, invade your sense of mind and purpose. The church, though I love her, is not your friend in this. She sees a great fish net, and a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. As the saying goes. And so I will blame the chruch first, for refusing to give you a correct understanding of the great commission. The I will lay fault with the generation of the sixties because they are respecting too high a wall between our peoples. In short, they have preferred to let professionals do their jobs, and have never met you man to man.
        I went to school with you anyway. For what it's worth. Those of you that worked were a quiet sort of a people. Those of you that fought, preferred to keep to yourselves, and comfronted me because I had an Indian friend. The white man also confronted me because I had an Indian for a friend. Yelled at me from across the street and said, "What the hell are you doing with that Chug!" What an ass. He spoke too loudly, I think.
        The problem with racism in America is your fault. It is your fault, and it is the Black Man's fault, and it is the fault of the Jews. Now let me explain.
        The Black Man, God bless him, experienced mainly, two types of racism. There was racism directed towards the man, and racism directed towards the woman. The racism towards the man was coupled with fear and loathing. Africans are big men, and they are scarey. Ask any woman. The racism towards the woman, was brutal, ugly, and froth with sexism. Tell me. Did the white man, who had the black woman in his house, love her when he raped her? And yet they grew to have a relationship. How should I accept this relationshop? The white man who took your daughter because he had no woman. How should I think of him. Even if he grew to love her.
        There is a man who says, "All women are the same." There is also a woman who says, "All women have a lot in common." There is a white man, right now, in this age, who is marrying a coloured woman. You see him on television. Is this because all women are the same? And then he teaches me that he is colourblind. All women are the same and I can marry any woman I choose. Do you think he is a racist? Do women say that all men are the same?
        Some men are more trustworthy than others. I trust the men that I know, that I am close to. When I marry, I judge all men in relationship to the men that that I trust, and to God. I judge men. I keep myself safe, and in that way I am a racist. I make no appologies for it. Does your feminine eye do the same thing?
        The reason why your peoples, the Jews of the second world war, and the Black Man are at fault for racism in America is because so far, your three minority groups, have refused to teach that some forms of racism are healthy, and in fact, beneficial, for all people. We are allowed to protect ourselves, the white woman as well as the Indian. When you are oppressed, your form of racism is permitted. It is permitted by law, and you have not said so. At least, you have not begun to say so until just lately, and the Black Man has neglected the teaching. At least, I have not heard it from American television. For some reason the Black Man seems to have said its perfectly all right for him to pimp his wife to any man. Fortunately, I do not think you have ever said so.
        The white woman, and the Indian have always had the same law. We have the same house. But yours is weaker than mine, and so your law is stronger.
        I propose that we inject your law, your predudice into my house, and we strengthen it, so that Canada can stand against that which so innocently assails her. Our culture is about to meet an onslaught. As yet it is small, and easily deflected. But we are about to be courted by a man much more powerful than either of our collective selves. And I am a beautiful woman, and in every way desirable. Also, my Dad and my brothers are kind hearted souls who have rescued many a damsel in distress, both in the woods, and in the streets. Must they carry every lost soul into my camp for me to care and comfort. How many woman do I have to adopt into my family? How many poor starving waifs am I becoming responsible for anyway?
        I don't want to marry you, chief. Is this an understanding that has grown up between our peoples? Although you are altogether much too handsome, you are very small, and very mighty. Probably, many brown women would find you attractive. Many brown women find my son attractive. I don't find their men attractive, yet.
        So you begin to grasp the enormity of the task that is awaiting you. My Daddy has a big fishnet and he's dying to use it. The sixties is the biggest generation of white men on the land. My generation is much smaller than that. My little bit of predudice cannot hold them because I am not permitted to speak. Because as soon as I open my mouth against immigration I am labeled a racist. Besides, if I were to open my mouth in public, it is very likely a real racist would be right behind me to over power me. Your lives would be in danger and the lives of immigrants would become endangered if the white man made a political move against immigration. My generation is effectively, musseled. We cannot stand. I can never stand in good conscience, no matter how many fish Daddy manages to get in the boat. And if Daddy pulls on that net too hard, and my boat is too small.. Well.... You drown first.
        There are about 29 million white men in Canada. If you can bring other Indians to Canada, and then, if you have six kids, you will be a population worth reckoning with in two generations. Our population is stable. We only want two children. As far as I am concerned, the future is your children's first. And ours. The white man owes your people this. They owe you every chance for a future. Before they owe the world.
        Number two, you are, and always will be 100 percent interested in North America, and only North America. You have no strange ties. For instance, you don't have to rescue 1, 000, 000 Chinamen from Hong Kong because of some strange agreement between your Mother and the Chinese. You are obligated to none of that. An immigrant, a brown and foreign immigrant, if he were to be voted Prime Minister, would have access to immigration policy. If a Brown Man had decided to rescue 1, 000, 000 people from Hong Kong, if a Brown Man had made that decision, I would have had a caniption fit, and Brown Men have every right to ask us to vote for them. Don't they also have the right to rescue their friends, or anyone they please. We have many many good Brown people in Canada who have yet to do many many good works. These are good people. Should I slight them for being merciful.
        The immigrant who is pressently invading your rights, or using your rights, rights that you have payed for through your struggle, is also invading the rights of the land. This is a big city boy. He is very worldly, and not to be triffled with. He is 100 times more worldly than you or I. He is not coming to Canada to be a farmer. He has no clue about farming. He certainly, knows no fishing. There are great cultures. Far greater than our little Canada. They build great towers. And because I am great, they compete with me for greatness. You will hear them speaking in General Public. They will tell you of their great civilization. It is certainly as great as the white man's civilization. It certainly had its day. The point is that they are all city people. Without a doubt. They have big city values. They want to own two cars, and take the land to put a great house upon it, as great as the white man's house, and then they want to take their holiday in the sun. The American Dream. It is to them. It is their second chance. And most of them have the money to see it happen. That's because Dad is not really bringing in the poor. He is bringing in people who already have enough so that they can establish themselves comfortable in this country. The exception is the refugee. Who I have always felt sorry for. I feel sorry for people who get tortured, okay? So, does the land suffer in the future. And isn't this your responsibility.
        It seems to me that the world is in a precarious condition. The city is huge. The land must feed the city. The city's population is about to double in the next generation. Canada has much much land. We do not own great cities. Our land is feeding much of the world's population. Our resources fund our lifestyle. Adding more city people to our city will only drain the resources and further dminish the world's agricultural resources. And then there is the wilderness to think of. If we were wise, we would try to rescue people by bringing them to the land. This is where we are rich. If we are careful we could bring a small population to the land and use it as a resource, over and over again. We could bring small people to the land, peasants. Let them use the land to make food. We could give them an education and then we could send them home again. We could build for them a reservation, and use the land over and over, and then we coould refuse immigration to cities altogether. House and Land. The land is in big trouble.
        Well, that's enough for now chief. I am going to send this to as many Natives as I can find in the next two years. I am going blind, so I will be slow at it. You could probably do it faster than me. Good luck with your land claims. But keep in mind. The land will always be there as long as the boat is not too full of fish.
Love and Stuff

PS
        You are the lion, chief. She bound you with cords, shaved your mane, and chopped off your  head with my sword.  I guess you were sleeping.

Love
The Unicorn