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V.EDITORIAL2 'A ND OPINIom PA GE -/4 W We Cannot Know Whtrt W? Am Going J If W? Don't Know Whoro Wo'v* Bma... So fittingly we honor our Pioneer Fathers i ASI 1 ; SEEIT ?a* by Brace Barton POST ELECTION BLUES... Some of my candidates won...and some lost. And I guess that pretty well sums up all of us the day after the election. I call it the post election blues, or GOD! I wish my candidate had won... I did not vote for Walter Mondaie, but he showed me a lot of class in defeat. He said, following his shellacking at President Reagan's hands Tuesday night, that "I called the President and congratu lated him...I'm proud to be an American...and President Reagan is now president of all of us." They call that class; soemthing we see very little of in political circles these days. I'M STILL BUSY AND ENJOYING STUDENT LIFE Besides running the Car olina Indian Voice (or is it the , other way ariund?), 1 am taking a full load of courses at PSU and proudly tout myself as "the oldest sophomore in America!" (I am 43). I am really enjoying PSU and all my professors. 1 don't know what the future holds for me. but I thank God a university is located in the town 1 grew up in and where I now make my living. Many of us just don't know how fortunate we are to have a university in our community. I really enjoy learning new ideas and add ing to my limited knowledge. ..That's about all for this week I I stayed up too late following the election returns and had an art test the next moming plus the Carolina Indian Voice is demanding attention. More next weekl Oh, before I forget, one littie personal note, to my daughtef; Brandi Naked Barton, an active second grader at Deep Branch Ele mentary School: "Hon, Dad dy is proud of you." (Brandi is the second grade reporter for the Deep Branch school news paper- The Mighty Bulldog Times) "You're a chip off the old block, and the delight of my life." Commends Grenada Rescuers VFW CERTIFICATE OF COMMENDATION In special recognition of the accomplishments of all American Servicemen and women who participated in the Grenada rescue operation on October 25, 1983. Through the team work, discipline, bravery and heroic devotion to duty of American soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines, over 1,000 United States citizens were rescued from the hands of a despotic communistic government, law and order were restored to the freedom loving citizens of Grenada and the threatening encroachment of communistic subversion and terror were moved further from the bor ders of the United States. For these accomplish ments, the Veterans of For eign Wars of the United States express their heart felt pride and gratitude. Published at the Request of Pembroke VFW Post 2843 Harold Hunt, ' Post Commander ? PHONE 73S-4235 ^^^^^COUNT ON US FOR THE HELP ^^^MKJUNEED... Store Hour* Mon. - Frt. 7:30 - 9:00 Sat. 7:30 - 7:00 - - ^WLilLLLI Bring your homo building or romodollng plans to us tor oxport advice and Lowe's Low Pricos! Lowe's of Lumberton Inc.?4401 Fayetteville Road Or. Shmwood Hinaon. Jr. LUMBERTON CHIROPRACTIC CENTER 4904 Fay?tt?vill* Rd. IN SALEM SQUARE THE NEWEST PROFESSIONAL PARE. HEADACHES? There Really Is An Answer tfs Chiropractic N| Care ?* Lumberton Chiropractic Center EMERGENCY NUMBER 7W-79M OMf.y.n^nRa. 8AIEM SQUARE WMMO Letters 4 'Charmed with the foolish whistling of a name?" The Board of Trustees of Pembroke State University has been "charmed with the foolish whistling of a name." If it is time to change the name of Pembroke State Uni versity, then maybe it's time to chaag^ the name of its board. I suggest we change it to, The Bared Trastees-obvious ly this must be correct if they don't have anything more significant to do than to come up with a new name for the university. Or maybe, The Board af Negate?#-by stretching the definition in Webster's dic tionary (negate, "to deny the existence or truth of') we can clearly define the board based on its most recent recom mendation. As a final suggestion, the Town of Pembroke can easily point out the foolishness of this name change idea--sim- j ply change the name of Pembroke to Chapel HOI! Perhaps then some will see more clearly. Our university would then be the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill (that sounds somewhat familiar). In my opinion, we have enough UNCs (eg. UNC-A, UNC-d, <1NC-CH. UNC-G. UNC-W...). If the name is so important for some, why not relocate?you would have a good choice of towns. Robert Browning once re marked, "One wise man's verdict outweights all the fools." Until we hear from a wise man, let's keep the name. PEMBROKE STATE UNIVERSITY. Lilborn Murray Rt. 3, Box 30-A Maxton, N.C. 28364 844-5984 Reader Mad at suggested name Change of PSU Dear Bruce, It's 6 a.m. and I'm still so mad. I couldn't wait until this morning to have time to sit down and write this letter to you. This article was in last evening's newspaper in the last section where even my husband missed seeing it, stuck down in a corner. I had to go to work, so I didn't have the time to write this letter sooner. This article made me about as mad as I have ever been in my life. What are all the white people trying to do to the Indian people? And why are the Indians in Pem broke so brain washed that they cannot see what is hap pening to them? Can't they see if they let the white people change the college name AGAIN, it will be lost from the Indians forever? That will be it. The college will no longer belong to us. That is all we have left. That college is our identification which Will be lost. Don't you see that we will be separated from some thing that has been a part of us all of our lives? Probably by the time I have grandchildren that I would want to attend our college, they won't be able to. They will probably be treated like dirt. I know there are some poor Indians in Robeson County that will probably never know what's going on. Those are the ones I feel for in all of this--the ones I got so mad for. We have always been shoved, pushed, knock ed down and stepped on. How long is this going to go on? I figure that you. as an editor, can reach sonic of these people. I get the feeling the UN.C. Board is ashamed of the Indians of Robeson County, but also rccogni/cs our school as being one of the finest schools in the state and wants it to belong to the w hite people of North Carolina and not to the ones that created it from nothing. Don't you see. it's like taking away your family name that you have built your business on. to pass to your children. Thai name belongs to you. Your father gave it to you. That business belongs to you. You are going to give it to your son. I hope and pray and trust in the Lord, that you. as an editor, can see where I am coming from. Following is a poem that I read ever so often and if you will listen to it, maybe it will shed some light on what I'm saying to you: "It came from your father.. It was all he had to give... So it's yours to use and cherish...As long as you may live... If you lose the watch he gave you,... It can always be replaced. ...But a black' mark on your name. son,... Can never be erased... It was clean they day you took it,... And a worthy name to hear. ...When I got it from my father... there was no dishon or there. ...So make sure you guard it wisely. ...Afterall. all that s said and done. ...You'll be glad the name is spotless... When you give it to your son." (From Anh Land er). Maybe I'm so mad this morning that I'm not making any sense to you. I will not say I'm sorry*. I can't. Thai's like saying I'm sorry I'm an Indian. That college is mine. I m proud of it and it hurts when I see our name being drug down to the street. That is what it is ail coming down to. How many Indians are on the Board of Trustees at the college? The poor fools have been brain washed and can't see our identity is being separated and if they could, they would move the college, brick and wood, to Raleigh or somewhere to get it from the hicktown of Pembroke, where they would not be anything down there. Nothing to do. no place to go. nothing but poor stupid Indian people. I have heard this too many limes. Not in those words. But I'm not so stupid I can't read between the lines. I am proud of our college and 1 want you to lei the people of our town know what is about to happen to the only thing we have left in ..or town that says: "H..? look. This belongs to us Indian people and you. the white man. cannot and will not take it from us." Thank you for taking the time to read this letter. Please put it in the Indian Voice so that maybe it can help some of my people that don't know what they are about to lose. Sincerely. Mary B. Bllle' Havelock, N.C. ? C A Poem "...The Native People of this Land..." Americans are hard to find... Most people think they're white... But those who came Across in ships... Have not yet earned the right. The native people of this land... Are Indian by race, ...They lost their way of life by theft... And likewise lost their space. They gave their helping hand to men... And welcomed all that came,... And though! these strangers' laws were just... Their actions weren't the same. The proud Indian had simple ways;... God smiled on them with pride.... But men can't stand and hold against... The devil's swarming tide. What's left for those Ameri cans... Whose hearts are strong and true?... What lies within this worid of sin... That honest men can do? The answer is to forge ahead.. And do not look behind,... 'Cause if your heritage is red... You won't like what you find. The laws of Cod are absolute.. For no man will they bend,... And all who steal from honest men... Will get theirs in the end. by Gary L. PMUpa Ranting & wAVING with .. r - . "GLOOM, DESPAOt AND AGONY ON ME..." Whew I Polk, I've had bad weeks before. But this has been one of the most "gawd-awfiillest" weeks of my life. I've walked around all week, singing to myself: "Gloom, despair and agony on me...Deep, dark depression...Excessive mis ery...If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all...Gloom, despair and agony on me..." I've laughed at the ol' hillbillies on the weekly series, "Hee Haw", as they sang those lyrics, I bet you, a hundred times. But, I honestly feel like those lyrics came to life for me this week. I know you've had a week like I'm talking about; where it seems nothing is going right. I teU you what, it's easy to see why so many folk commit suicide, thinking that is the easy way out. Perhaps they feel like it's easier to leave this ol' world than it is to face the every day problems and pressures that come along with living in this ol' world. Well, believe you, me. Such thinking is wrong. The reason 1 broach this unpleasant subject is because I dissolved my country band, "Lumbee Pride," on Monday, Nov. 5th after two years of association with the members. Then, lo and behold, on Tuesday, Nov. 6th, I received my second set of divorce papers in my short life time. Too, Tuesday, Nov. 6th was election day in this nation of ours. It always depresses the dickens out of me on election day for some reason. I guess it's because we gullible voters seem to fall - hook, line and sinker-for any ol' line the candidates throw our way. It's sad to have to admit h, but I do declare, I believe your average politician can "lie like a rug," as the old saying goes. And, I dare say, I've had rugs that have "lied" for years. But, then again, I've known politicians who have been lieing for years too. Then, to add to my misery, I was scheduled to go back before the notorious Judge Herbert Richardson on a child support rap. If you remember, 1 wrote about Judge Richardson about a year ago, writing about my first time appearing before him. Needless to say, I wasn't looking forward to facing him again. Too, I didn't want to test his memory. You can rest assured that 1 could live the rest of my life not knowing whether or not he remembers me and that article. Like I said, I felt bad about "Lumbee Pride" busting (sic) up. By Tuesday, when my divorce papers were served on me, 1 could feel pity mounting in my bosom. But, as Wednesday drew nearer, I could feel fear and dread of facing Judge Richardson again, pushing the self pity aside. "D Day" ("D Day" I might haje to pull time) approached. Now, my divorce ail-but devastated me 'cause my little four-year-old girl is involved (as well as other factors that added to the devastation). But, the prospect of having to face Judge Richardson again made a nervous wreck out of me. I began doing strange things. Like, practicing picking up a bar of soap off the shower floor without bending over and exposing my innocent backside to strangers. I also found myself forever wishing 1 hadn't called Judge Richardson the "Rodney Dangerfield of the Robeson County Judicial System" in the column a year ago. Finally, in desperation, 1 went to a supposed-to-be friend seeking sympathy and ? pity. I tokl him all about my problems, well t expecting a few words of encouragement. Instead, he asked me if 1 had ever contemplated suicide. Then, still laughing - and cackling like a chicken laying an egg, he asked me if I needed any help commiting the act. Needless to say, I left the fool a'laughing and made a hasty retreat. Well, I'm glad to report that all my problems sorts worked themselves out. Oh, I'm still divorced. My band's still dissolved. I worked out a payment plan that kept me from having to face Judge Richardson. And I'm happy as a lark once again. You see, the first thing 1 do upon waking every morning is read the obituary column of the newspaper. If my name does not appear, I grin, Thank God!, and go about my business, thankful to be up and about again. You might say that my plight reminded me of the little fella who was feeling sorry for himself because he didn't have any shoes to wear to school. Then, one day, while on his way to school, in his bare and callous feet, he passed by another little fella who was in a wheelchair. This little fella didn't have any feet. The sight so devastated the little fella with no shoes that he was able to put things in their proper perspective. He skipped along, on his way to school, m his bare and calloused feet, thankful that he had feet. It would do everyone?myself included well, to remember the story about the little fella without shoes when we become depressed. It has been my experience that humans are a lazy lot by nature. Far too often we find it easier to sit back and feel sorry for ourselves than it is to face the every day problems and pressures of life head on. That's why there are so many suicides here in the good ol' U.S. of A. They feel like they're taking the easy way out. But folk, especially young people, need to realize that things are hardly ever as bad and hopeless as they appear to be. So, if you young folk feel bogged down by every day pressures, find a competent adult-preferrably a parent or a school counselor--to talk to. .? You see, folk. I believe the mouth is sorta the escape valve of the mind. Many times, when you feel the pressures of every day life building up in your mind, it seems that if you can talk about it, some of the pressure seems to dissolve. 1 guess talking sorta keeps one from self destructing from the pressures building up in the mind. Wierd. But true. So, folk. As the new year draws near, let's all resolve to cheer up and be content with our lot. And be at peace with ourselves in our mind. If we stick strictly to this simple resolution, we will be doing our small part in making this poor, wretched, pitiful world a better place in which to live. 'v' V Well, we'll talk some more next week folk. Meanwhile, I'm glad we had this little chat. I feel a lot better. Hope you do too. Pembroke Chamber Meets November 12th Pembrake-Bruce Barton, president of the Pembroke Chamber of Commerce, announced today that the annual meet ing of the civic organization is November 12, 1984 at the Pembroke District Courthouse, beginning at 7:30 p.m. The Chamber is coming to the end of a successful year, after organizing efforts ressurected the once again vibrant organization. The chamber wound up with 40 members, established an en dowment at PSU, disposed of the fairgrounds properties, is leading efforts to save the Pembroke Railroad Station, held a night at Strike at the Wind, among a number of happenings so far in 1984. Officers are Bruce Barton, Carolina Indian Voice, President; James A. Hunt (formerly president of Lumbee Bank;, vice-president; Dr. David E. Brooks, Pembroke Veterinary Hospital, secreta ry; Carlton Dial, Dial Insurance Agency, treasurer; and directors McDuffie Cum mings, Pembroke Town Manager; Geor ge W. Lowry, Pembroke Machine Company; John Drose, Piggiy Wiggiy; and Charles Alton Maynor, Southern Interiors. MM? Lonesome George GobeJ invites you to theBEMCO* Country Sellabration and Introducing Bemcof luxurious noyat sacro0edtc simp set -i PEMBROKE FURNITURE CO. Complete Home Famishing Center Main St.-Pembroke / ?' Mtktr, ,4 ,h,*..rU< I. r,alrM \lttpn>tNh'
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