[In 2 parts]
The Power of 19: The Beginning of the Black and the Red, Part One
http://www.finalcall.com/artman/publish/Perspectives_1/article_6895.shtml
By Yo'Nas Da Lonewolf Muhammad
Apr 17, 2010
Greetings Relatives,
I am so motivated by the way God has been moving and making changes
around me, and bringing forth people I haven't seen in years and as
well as getting clarification on childhood memories. Prior to
Saviours' Day, I was honored to be around the Honorable Minister
Louis Farrakhan or 'Grandpa' or 'Pops' which I dearly call him. He
spoke to me a lot about my mother Wauneta LoneWolf and mentioned to
me about the importance and significance behind the word "with."
He has been speaking a lot about his "leaving" his "departure" and
even though at first I didn't understand, I began to understand it
more through going back into history. I had my mother's memoir of her
life. It was given to me after she passed away in 2001. I want to let
everyone know that I can count on my one hand on the physical items
that were given to my brother and I after she passed, but it's
beautiful how God presents them to me in HIS timing from people
I meet in my travels of items they have given me. But this memoir was
a final print on April 17, 1994, the day before her birthday of April
18th and my birthday was April 7th. So of course she had a remarkable
life after 1994 as well but I want to introduce to you her story of
why she went to prison and in her words on the introduction of the
work of the Black and Native Americans, and even though we may think
we may know God's design ... we have no clue why HE may do something
or put someone through something. It may not be for them but for the
person or people after them. But it always becomes a lesson learned.
Mitakoye Oyasin - All My Relations
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Excerpt from the Memoirs of Waunetta LoneWolf
"I had been thinking about how to abort my child, my daughter was
about five years old. My husband and I had gotten into a fight. I
remember grabbing my Chanupa (peace pipe) bag and I took off, started
walking. We lived over in Tempe, and I went up on that mountain that
has the big A on it. I climbed up there, it was in September, some
kind of parade was going on. I filled the pipe, and started praying,
and asked Grandfather (God) to help me. To help me make this
decision. I was really perplexed. I didn't want the life but my
spiritual beliefs and values made it very difficult to make that
choice. And as I was laying up there I looked up in the sky and
something was moving. It looked just like a plane, but as it got
closer I could see the wing span of this beautiful eagle. It just
soared probably thirty or forty feet above me. It was so close that I
could see the softness of the feathers. As I looked at it, it had so
much power that I started crying. The tears were just coming down.
There was no communication at all but the feeling that the eagle gave
me was so much about life. I felt so ashamed about myself for having
the thought of taking this child's life. I said another prayer,and
thanked Grandfather (God) for allowing me to see that eagle. As I
came back down I had such a feeling of peace.
I walked back into the home about three hours later. My husband was
very upset with me but I was okay. I went into the room and locked
it. I layed there and slept with my Chanupa. I was just feeling good,
so wonderful that I didn't have no words to share. He couldn't understand.
My husband got involved with a publishing company right downtown and
soon began traveling to Vegas to gamble. He had what he called
markers. Those are things that the casino will give you when its
apparent that you are gambling quite a bit of money. They will allow
you a credit line and those markers are like a check and once you
sign for a line of credit those markers go into the bank and in two
weeks they have to collect their money. So my husband was back and
forth gambling thousands, hundrends of thousands of dollars at these
casinos. I remember him being very upset, the casinos were sending
the checks to the banks and there wasn't funds to cover them. So much
pressure around me being pregnant and him wanting to pay these
markers. He had used my name and he used the Lakota version of
LoneWolf and had set up a credit profile under my name, He had
recieved markers at the casino using my name to pay off his markers.
As it turned out the casinos, the banks and the authorities found out
about his actions and indicated him for wire fraud. At the same time
they were looking for this woman called "Šung'manitu-Išna." They had
picked him up in Vegas around the end of June. My sister came down
and we drove into Las Vegas with my father and to go see what was
going on with my husband. I had heard that were looking for me. I
became frightened and decided that I was not going to allow them to
pick me up, especially being pregnant. So my son ended up being born
on July 8, 1983 in Las Vegas, NV.
After he was born, my father packed everything up and put it in a
storage where no one could find it, including the government. My
father took all my belongings and put them in a storage in
Albuquerque, New Mexico and came back. My sister and I were now on
the run. I had been in contact with one of the agents through an
initial contact with my father. Well, they arrested me one night,
took my son and put him into a foster home, and I denied being that
person and was released that next day. When I came back I told my
sister and told her that I am not sticking around. So that began a
six month running on the road. I would call the agents, never more
than three minutes and let them know that I wasn't going to run
forever but needed to take the opportunity to breastfeed my son.
After I finished with that then I would turn myself in. I let them
know that I understood the power that you guys have but I'm not ready
to deal with that right now, because mothering comes first. It was
also during that time I decided to contact Farrakhan."
(To be continued.)
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The Power of 19: The Beginning of the Black and the Red, Pt. Two
http://www.finalcall.com/artman/publish/Perspectives_1/article_6934.shtml
By Yo'Nas Da LoneWolf Muhammad
Apr 30, 2010
"Arrangements were made and we went to a hotel in Los Angeles, my
daughter, my son and myself. That is when he asked me to help him to
bridge the gap, the Black and the Red. It's part of the
Muslim/Islamic prophecy. The combination of these two groups will
yield the number nineteen, unlock the mysteries of the universe. It's
alot deeper than what it actually represents. So in meeting with him
I told him that I didn't have the right to do that work unless he
came and asked the same way that we do. We go into the sweat lodge
and ask Grandfather (God) ourself. So preparations were made and we
went inside the sweat lodge. It was my uncle Ernie Longwalker and his
wife Warrior Woman, there were seven of us in total. A very beautiful
ceremony took place. I just want to say that a marriage between the
Black and the Red took place.There was alot of work to be done, The
things that came out of there forced us to run for nine months and
after that nine month period we went up to Big Mountain, Arizona. I
took Farrakhan up there to meet with some chiefs and elders. They had
asked that the Nation of Islam be involved in stopping the government
from coming in. In stopping the fences, the strip mining of the land,
that was in 1983.
In 1984 I took a group of American Indian Movement leaders, my uncle
Ernie Longwalker, Warrior Woman and representation from different
tribes, about twenty in total and we pull into Chicago. We met with
the Nation of Islam. At that time the Minister asked me to move back
to Phoenix, AZ because that was a place that the Messenger
(Hon.Elijah Muhammad) had visions of seeing the Red and Black coming
together. The decision was difficult but it was the Nation and
Minister Farrakhan that helped me work my way through the government.
They put up my bond after the trial. During that time I was sentenced
to five years and out of the five years I had to do six months. A
Muslim sister stayed in my home and took care of my children when I
was gone. I was incarcerated in Pleasanton, California.
While there I saw that no one was using the sweat lodge, so I got
permission for my uncle to come inside the prison to rebuild the
lodge. We started having ceremonies and completed the time. Four and
half months went by fast. I got out early for good behavior. So in
coming back out I was asked to work and rebuild the home that the
Messenger lived in, and it was also during that time Libya's
President Muammar Al-Gadhafi had made a loan of money to the Nation
of Islam, with the understanding that part of the money would go to
help bridge the economic development between the Black and the Red.
Also during that time Minister Farrakhan's daughter, Maria and I did
the construction on the Big House and a smaller house is there and
was done in Native American decor.
During the time that I was doing this, I was under close watch from
the government. An agent had set up a dummy home right across the
street from me. They would always be working on this car and nothing
was ever accomplished. My brother Gino was also living with me during
that time. While working on the Big House (Phoenix Palace) I had set
up a checking account and one of the workers had gone down to see an
agent. He had presented a check to the agent that I had written for
work completed on the Big House. Ernie was at my home during this
time when the agents had come to the house and arrested me. I was
taken to the Federal building (about 1985) and was told that it was a
technical violation of my probation. I was not to enter into any
contractual agreements and opening a checking account was a
violation. They held me out at Durango. My uncle and his wife came to
visit. Farrakhan had heard that I had been arrested and sent an
attorney out. The attorney couldn't understand why a minor
technicality would cause such a stir and would be reason for such a
high bond of $250,000. The money was put up and I was released. It
was then a long drawn out ordeal. I was questioned about every single
penny, my work and it wasn't really about me; it was a questioning of
the Nation of Islam.They grilled me about wrongdoing,credit fraud,any
illegal activity against the Nation of Islam. I told them that I have
no knowledge of that. I refuse to talk to them about that. It turned
out to be a political prisoner type of situation.
At the final sentencing date with one of the best attorney's from
Chicago, name Lou Myers. At the trial about 60 people were in
attendance both Red and Black. Such a minor charge was in my mind,
nevertheless I was sentenced to 5 years. The judge threw out the time
served. I was totally shocked!! But I knew the deep political
implications that was undermining the whole thing. I refused to
cooperate with them. They threw in my face that I have children, you
don't have to do this. I stood strong, "either you're going to
sentence me on what I did and if you have another investigation with
the Nation, then take care of that."
Getting sentenced in 1985 and reporting to the prison system in Jan.
23,1986 it was a real difficult time for me. Just trying to prepare
for a separation from my children. Freedom being taken away was
enormously difficult for me to deal with. Suicidal thoughts were a
part of my mind and then I had a very beautiful spiritual experience
again. This made me have a respect for life again. In the ceremonies
that I had been going through, I was told that this is part of my
experience that I would have to go through. I could either choose to
do it now or later but it was necessary prior to my travels to the
spirit world.
I was given five years, On Jan. 23, 1986 I said good-bye to my
children, my family, my friends. I guess I was thinking that I would
be gone for just six months, I have the best lawyer, especially on
such a small technicality. I was sentenced to Fort Worth,Texas. One
of the Minister's daughters , Donna and her husband flew with me. I
said goodbye to them and hello to Fort Worth Federal Prison."
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