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El Laberinto, 1971-1987
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(The?) administration of this institution are prohibiting us from exercising our way of worship and the excuse given is because they can't control or regulate it: contradiction of the separation of church and state. [emblem] This is 1976 when religious wars are supposed to have ended long ago. But here we are; day after day, we hear in the news about Christians killing their countrymen in Northern Ireland, Christians killing their brothers in Lebanon, the Christian-backed Israelis killing their Arab brothers and pushing them out of their homes, the Christians trying to hold on to Panama and keep Panama from the Panamanians. Christian domination of the world through war is, and always has been on the march. Communism as a quasi-religion is also on an idealistic and realistic march that is locking horns with the Christian march. The Christian Crusades never really ended. If studied very closely, it can be found that World War II was a religious war and so was the Korean conflict and the police action in Viet Nam and Cambodia. This is 1976, supposedly the modern of civilization and here we are still battling over religion. I have nothing against the religion of Christ, but his followers are too violent, aggressive and contradictory for me to willingly convert myself to those ideals which He preached. His history (has?) been nothing but violence, man against man, brother against brother. Before the whiteman came with his Jesus, there was peace and harmony among the Beings of this land with the Spirits of Nature. There was no need of prisons, hospitals, judges, police or soldiers. Man was able to communicate with the Earth; the plant Beings, the four-footed Beings, the flying Beings, the swimming Beings, and crawling Beings. Man could communicate with the Spirit of Air, the Spirit of Night and Day, the Four Winds, and Creator of Us All. That is the religion I am seeking to follow, which the administration of this institution wants to control and regulate. As I think of our brothers and sisters in Alaska, Canada, South America, Mexico, and all the islands surrounding this continent, I often wonder what they are being taught, what kind of propaganda do they have to listen to in their schools, of modern civilization. What kind of domination do they have to suffer? I often wish we could link up and support one another to keep our religions intact and solid, immoveable. To help our religions survive. . . .My father used to be a rodeo cowboy, traveling all over, living the hard but happy life that the rodeo circuits offered in the latter 1920's and early '30's. After I was born and was able to walk he continued his cowboy thing by dressing me up in hats and boots and started me off riding horses. He bought me two. I'd go to the movies and see Gene Autry and Roy Rogers and I decided I wanted to be a cowboy, too. Then when I was about ten years old I saw John Wayne shoot about twenty Indians off their horses with one shot. I was turned off and chickened out on being a cowboy, and realized I was an Indian. Then the idea formed that I could pass for a Mexican. I used to split the seams of my pant legs to look like caballero trousers. I wanted to learn the Mexican language, but we never had any Mexican people around our area. As I grew older and learned from school, I thought the Mexican people were foreigners, but i was still interested, and then by the time I was fourteen, I learned that Mexican people are Indians after all. I thought the Chicanos called themselves Mexicanos, but then learned about six or seven years ago that they call themselves Chicanos. (continued on next page) 7
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(The?) administration of this institution are prohibiting us from exercising our way of worship and the excuse given is because they can't control or regulate it: contradiction of the separation of church and state. [emblem] This is 1976 when religious wars are supposed to have ended long ago. But here we are; day after day, we hear in the news about Christians killing their countrymen in Northern Ireland, Christians killing their brothers in Lebanon, the Christian-backed Israelis killing their Arab brothers and pushing them out of their homes, the Christians trying to hold on to Panama and keep Panama from the Panamanians. Christian domination of the world through war is, and always has been on the march. Communism as a quasi-religion is also on an idealistic and realistic march that is locking horns with the Christian march. The Christian Crusades never really ended. If studied very closely, it can be found that World War II was a religious war and so was the Korean conflict and the police action in Viet Nam and Cambodia. This is 1976, supposedly the modern of civilization and here we are still battling over religion. I have nothing against the religion of Christ, but his followers are too violent, aggressive and contradictory for me to willingly convert myself to those ideals which He preached. His history (has?) been nothing but violence, man against man, brother against brother. Before the whiteman came with his Jesus, there was peace and harmony among the Beings of this land with the Spirits of Nature. There was no need of prisons, hospitals, judges, police or soldiers. Man was able to communicate with the Earth; the plant Beings, the four-footed Beings, the flying Beings, the swimming Beings, and crawling Beings. Man could communicate with the Spirit of Air, the Spirit of Night and Day, the Four Winds, and Creator of Us All. That is the religion I am seeking to follow, which the administration of this institution wants to control and regulate. As I think of our brothers and sisters in Alaska, Canada, South America, Mexico, and all the islands surrounding this continent, I often wonder what they are being taught, what kind of propaganda do they have to listen to in their schools, of modern civilization. What kind of domination do they have to suffer? I often wish we could link up and support one another to keep our religions intact and solid, immoveable. To help our religions survive. . . .My father used to be a rodeo cowboy, traveling all over, living the hard but happy life that the rodeo circuits offered in the latter 1920's and early '30's. After I was born and was able to walk he continued his cowboy thing by dressing me up in hats and boots and started me off riding horses. He bought me two. I'd go to the movies and see Gene Autry and Roy Rogers and I decided I wanted to be a cowboy, too. Then when I was about ten years old I saw John Wayne shoot about twenty Indians off their horses with one shot. I was turned off and chickened out on being a cowboy, and realized I was an Indian. Then the idea formed that I could pass for a Mexican. I used to split the seams of my pant legs to look like caballero trousers. I wanted to learn the Mexican language, but we never had any Mexican people around our area. As I grew older and learned from school, I thought the Mexican people were foreigners, but i was still interested, and then by the time I was fourteen, I learned that Mexican people are Indians after all. I thought the Chicanos called themselves Mexicanos, but then learned about six or seven years ago that they call themselves Chicanos. (continued on next page) 7
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