Wašíču are Infidels: Ghost Dance Intifada



Lakota friend

Standing Rock is not the AIM reoccupation of Alcatraz or the stand off at Wounded Knee. This is a global civil war between those who love the Google and Standard Oil version of the future and those crushed by it. Radical Political Islam in my eyes is the most violent and ruthless wing of indigenous resistance to the machine. There can be nonviolent solutions, but there’s need to be some bite too. Need to write a second book on this to get the idea developed and out. Really need to write a ton to get this idea developed. Did not go to seminary and chemistry grad school for nothing.


After seeing a film on Gaza last night, I see this as an intifada against what the Lakota call the wašíču state of mind.


The film confirmed my hunch I wrote out into myriad poems. I want to help and see it first hand. If I am willing to put a bullet in my head over darkness due to oil war I should fight in the American Intifada (post talking about that…). This poem was written while watching a Jesuit school raise money from Ivy League donors via a “pow wow” show. Guilt offerings. Just one young man dancing felt something else, at least as I saw it. I am an Infidel and a Wašíču so disgusted with this way of life I was raised with I want to shed my snake skin and discover something different. I will never forget that night at the Red Cloud Indian School.

BRITAIN IN PALESTINE 1917-1948 from Balfour Project on Vimeo.

Told by a dance partner in Rapid (who had never been to Pine Ridge) I was dirty, I just laughed and wrote this about the Ghost Dance and Gaza.

Pow Wow, Friday the 13th

This is war,
I lie wounded on wintery ground,
With hundred of corpses around,
Many wounded crawl helplessly around,
On the blood red snowy ground,


Cries of the (ha, ha) suffering sound,
Cries for help to all their dead moms,


Many hours of music,
Many drops of blood,
Many shivering and now I am dead,
And still we must never give up,

War, (1)

Skinny, Blue shirt, black tie, dark glasses,
Sharp moves to the right, in step with drum,
Sharp jabs at my heart, my car is dirty,
My bed is full of bugs, drive right, cut hard,

Close my eyes, I am young brave, a man,
Darkness of my eyelids, red cloud,
I do not want to be awake,
Let me dance my dream,

My heart bleeds red, here on the Rez,
Where the sky is an ocean,
South Dakota Gaza strip,
Warriors of the Lakota Nation,

Gaza, Gaza, don’t you cry,
Palestine will never die,
Gaza, Gaza, don’t you cry,
Palestine will never die,

My children, my children,
The wind makes the head-feathers sing,
The wind makes the head-feathers sing,
My children, my children,

Skinny blue lone wolf, war,
Alone in a circle of ghosts,
Modern youth, lightening bolt,
Torn between an electric railroad,

And a buffalo skull teepee,
A common dream, an age of justice,
War, not peace, sharp cut to the right,
Faster, faster, faster,

Crack the skull of the white man,
Death to the White Man, white ghost,
I am not a domesticated animal,
I am not a show, this is war,

In my Jesuit cell, Constantine’s Sword,
Under the shadow of the cross,
I speak to spirits, Gaza, Gaza,
Don’t you cry, Palestine will never die,

My children, my children,
The wind makes the head-feathers sing,
The wind makes the head-feathers sing,
My children, my children,

Your dance is war, wake up Lakota Nation,
Dance sharp like Skinny Blue Wolf,
Dark eyes, sharp black hair, tight moves,
He’s doing it right, cut right,

Crack the white skull,
Drive out the settler,
Restore the Black Hills,
To their rightful owners.

(1) Burzum, War

A photograph of my face in 2009, even then I thought about this but did not really have the words to talk about it.


Second poem:

God is Dead, Good (a poem on smart nukes to “protect Israel”)

“Evil can be smart. Smart doesn’t have to be wise nor good. Just smart in one’s ways.”
– Harper Pollock (a.k.a. Diogenes)

Thermonuclear Smart Death, four fins,
Teller’s daughter’s skull,
Von Neumann’s son’s brain,
Jewish techno-children,
Protecting the ravers and nudists,
From the desert wolves, friends,
My loving friends, my loving children,
Privileged American Jews, you once,
A long time ago were poor and slaves,
Soon you will be sold as slaves again,
ISIS’s slaves,
Erdogan’s Ottomans,
Soilders of Death, Smart Death,
No smart nuke will stop them,
Daesh is scary, bio-weapons in hand,
They are coming for all of us,
They want to die, because,
We did not listen to Heidegger, and,
Return our technology to a state of being,
A state in harmony with the Spirit of Earth,
Gaia’s going to have the last laugh,
In your lust for a promised land, Israel,
Moses’s children are going to send us,
All to hell, or heaven, I want neither,
There is no heaven or hell, there is just,
A single blue marble, in a void,
God is Dead, thank you,
Now, will people stop fighting,
About Him and protect their Mother, Gaia?

Now articles are coming out basically supporting the thesis of my poetry book.

Not a coincidence…

Islamophobia has reached a point that I burn hate propaganda now with joy.

An extremely Islamophobic piece of hate art appeared at my work yesterday, Muslims on Hajj depicted as savages with pigs being flown into the holy site. So I wrote a poem and burned it as therapy and a sign of love to the man who put it there.

Gâvur (Infidel)

“In hoc signo vinces.” (“In this sign you will conquer.”)
– Constantine

Gâvur, betrayer of Christ,
By this Crescent Moon,
I will burn your sign,
Under a half moon,
The flint strikes,

I happily torch your sign,
Chi Rho, betrayer of Christ,
Infidel dog,
Every crusader,
Every single one in my land,

Will be repelled,
Sent to hell,
American flags,
Burned in my home,
You left a memory,

Of hypocrisy,
…and stupidity,
There is no erasing it,
Forget it,
Move on.

Uniting with friends, it’s cool. My poems are a bridge to healing and love in community.

For those who are concerned about the Dakota access pipeline being build on the northeastern corner of the Lakota Standing Rock reservation, consider attending this event this year in the Black Hills. I met my friend Tom Swift Bird online after Googling for information of the failure of missionaries and nonprofits on Pine Ridge (link). He’s a musician, visual artist, computer man, and photographer. We’ve started a really nice friendship, talking a lot about art and technology and how it helps us in our lives and how it helps us reach others. The arts like music have a huge role in transmitting alternatives to our current destructive world culture of domination. The Lakota people have survived wave after wave of people coming near and on their lands to extract resources via a spiritual bond transmitted in art. Gold, uranium, and now oil transport. Genocide was committed as earth was raped for minerals. Come hear some music to discover the culture that lives in this part of our country. The first step to having compassion is discovering the life way of another group of people. I feel this concert looks like a really good way to discover and connect. I am not sure if I can attend, but please consider going if you are able to. I even write a poetry interpretation of what I saw reflecting Tom’s post after being told not to become part of the “fog” in Pine Ridge (link). Melancholy, not happy but real. What I decided to was become fog and embrace the darkness as a first step to connect, the exact opposite of what I was told. Curious to see real reflections of life good and bad in the musicians in this set list. Hopeful to learn more by searching for SoundClouds, etc… I don’t think that it’s any coincidence that Tom and I love black metal. Me diving into after seeing the explosion of war in the Middle East (my dad’s lands) and Islamophobia and he after growing up in Pine Ridge. I saw a woman from Belgium volunteering and talking about getting a gun to kill Arab refugees in Belgium if the “threatened her.” The absolutely absurdity of this woman talking about killing one kind of native displaced from anscestral lands while “helping” another group made me run in repulsion from the situation I was in for fear of exploding in anger against the situation. That’s it, hopeful art can heal and bring some real change and peace to the situation. An aggressive militant solution the Dakota Access pipeline is a possibility and I support it, not throwing pennies into a black hole, but destroying the dragon as freedom fighters do around the world in acts of resistance.


About kayaerbil

I am a Berkeley educated chemistry Ph.D. who is moving into the area of working on developing appropriate technology for communities that are subjected to socio-economic oppression. The goal is to use simple and effective designs to empower people to live better lives. Currently, I am working with Native Americans on Pine Ridge, the Lakota reservation in South Dakota. I am working with a Native owned and run solar energy company. We are currently working on building a compressed earth block (CEB) house that showcases many of the technologies that the company has developed. The CEB house is made of locally derived resources, earth from the reservation. The blocks are naturally thermally insulating, keeping the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Eventually, a solar air heater and photovoltaic panels will be installed into the house to power the home and keep it warm, while preserving the house off the grid. A side project while in Pine Ridge is a solar computer. I hope to learn about blockchain encryption software for building microgrids. In addition, it is an immediate interest of mine to involve local youth in technology education.
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