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Donna's Journal
Invited Out to Eat

Well, dear journal, I never thought I would be writing this as a bit of history. Seems as though there was a sizable brawl in the Tribal Affairs Building.  Hasn't anyone ever been told five on one is unfair and uneven?  That courageous  lady who has such charming character and self-control seems to have reached the limit as to what she would take, so I'm told.

Contrary to what has been said about me, I am definitely not a person to become involved in politics. This last week's carrying on's  is a good reason for making a decision at this time, it seems.  I'm doing a little Texas Side Step on this one.

For the life of me I cannot understand the ways of the “modern” tribe. Yes, I do understand the old ways. So much of the early day traditions made a good lot of sense to me. These new ways are difficult to understand.

There is the registration issue. Originally, there was the tribe. Right? So today, there is a remnant of that tribe?  Wrong.  Not too,  awfully long ago a registration was made and it was called, “a roll.”  What was a remnant of people,  has become a great number, but only a descendant of a certain degree of blood can be on that “roll,” to be considered a tribal member. In other words, I have a roll number, but my children do not. How can that be? I think all the heirs of people in the other races are able to inherit. Why not the Native American children able to inherit their parents blood.  So, essentially, there are great numbers of Ponca's but are not legally recognized as Ponca.

Mostly, I just go about teaching the good qualities of the culture and forget all the rest of the politics. I love the old ways, when Gramma's and Grampa's were there for the whole family, not locked up some place. It was great to always have an aunt or an uncle available in place of a parent. The feeling of love and unity at the campgrounds is such a special  memory.

What this does is to cause a break in the harmony of the family. The children feel left out and are resentful because they are not considered Ponca. So what does this mean? There are just too many small things to list. I'm like Scarlett in Gone With the Wind, “I'll think about that tomorrow Rhett, darlin.”

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