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| I haven't seen anyone like these people in my neck of the woods. |
Here in Maine, woke folks are getting more aggressive every day, warning people to keep their lousy white mitts off any and all Wabanaki stuff. My son -- who teaches ancient traditions, some of them originally Wabanaki crafts, to keep them from being lost forever, and is one of very few people who do so -- has been labelled a "white supremacist" by the loony group of wokesters -- all of them are white too by the way -- who spend their time looking for people to hate and lives to ruin. They are hot and heavy on his, and have caused deep financial and emotional wounds for no reason I can see.
I have yet to meet, or even see, a Wabanaki tribe member. I have lived here for 13 years and do get around the state, and still --nothing. Maybe they are all inside the casinos on the reservations, where I won't go because of the thick clouds of nicotine smoke hanging all over everything.
Yet when I go to the Portland Symphony I must always be reminded, before the first note is sounded, that the music is being played on the ancient, sacred land formerly owned by the Wabanaki. So? What am I supposed to do about it? How does that knowledge help me or anyone else in the audience?
The question is: What do you do with a problem like the Wabanaki? Should we adopt one, or a few? If not that, then what?
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