Love, Respect and Defiance: Eye of the Tiger

Sago Skennako,

So let’s have strength in our heart and minds so we can be the independent free spirits that Sonkwaiatison the Great Natural Spirit intended us to be. We are born free like the wind and birds as opposed to those born into credit card bondage and infinite debt slavery.

There are words in the Mohawk language about the sanctimoniousness of freedom. The word sovereign gets thrown around but what is it? We always declared ourselves free, distinct and sovereign.

I think this can be best summed up by Levi “Deskaheh” General when he said “Real men don’t take orders. My forefathers were real men with our own little Birch Bark Navy.”

Money can buy us memories but it can’t buy true freedom because we still are in the confines of somebody else’s authority when we are in their debt. Paying into a man-made machine, a system, is equivalent to slavery. This was never the intent of the Creator, for us to have overlords.

Sitting Bull said we are poor but we are free. I want nothing to do with your reservation handouts. I feed myself, true sovereignty. Home businesses, growing corn, beans and squash, cultural identity. We need them all. We never pay fealty to a King or Queen.

The battles of yesterday made me strong. Handing merchandise over a counter in shops feeds our families but it doesn’t give you the hunting instinct. The pure inner strength gives the courage you need to survive crossing a semi-frozen springtime river or to fighting an angry full grown bull moose.

These things can’t be taught in elementary school or university. They can only be learned on the battlefield by men. I always made my own rules growing up listening to stories, hearing the word sovereignty.

It was stuck in my head. I read about Haudenosaunee history and our tactics of war. Call me an outlaw because a Mohawk traditional sovereigntist is considered an outlaw anyway because anyone that doesn’t pay or contribute to the system is considered a criminal.

So when I turned 12 years old and was becoming a man I got my hands dirty and bloody on the battlefield. I never took orders or paid income tax and never told on nobody.

Some mild mannered Cayuga Kaiiakohono Princess once told me I had a crazy look in my eyes and I promptly exclaimed that this crazy look in my green and grey Mohawk eyes has kept you alive for the last 500 years.

Some call it the thousand yard stare or in Rocky’s era it was the Eye of the Tiger. It’s a look of paid dues. We need true hearted, clean warriors down for the cause. Calling Yeti:skennaketi women fighters that fight for their Haudenosaunee nations and bear the children and our future.

Real women make warriors and aren’t afraid to love unconditionally. In return we teach the children to love. True love knows no fear. My mom loved me unconditionally now in return I love everyone and my nation first before myself.

I am prepared to lay down my life in defense of the coming faces. Anytime, anywhere. There is power in our thousands of youth. There are more and more alpha females rising in our midst. Get out on that battlefield and earn the Mohawk stare of a fighter, hunter, and warrior. Pay your dues.


Cam Bubzy Martin
711 Exeter Road
London, ONT

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