"You've made a blondie out of Jesus. I don't care for those blond, blue-eyed pictures of a sanitized, cloroxed, ajaxed Christ... Jesus was a Jew. He wasn't a yellow-haired Anglo. I'm sure he had black hair and a dark skin like an Indian. The white ranchers around here wouldn't have let him step out with their daughters... His religion came out of the desert in which he lived, out of his kind of mountains, his kind of animals, his kind of plants. You've tried to make him into an Anglo-Saxon Fuller Brush salesman, a long-haired Billy Graham in a fancy night shirt, and that's why he doesn't work for you anymore. He was a good medicine man, I guess."
Lame Deer
light gazing, ışığa bakmak
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
"ajaxed Christ"
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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
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"When grandfather Crazy Heart died they killed his two ponies, heads toward the east and tails to the west. They had told each horse, "Grandson, your owner loved you. He has need of you where he's going now." Grandfather knew for sure where he was going, and so did the people who buried him according to the old custom, up on a scaffold where the wind and the air, the sun, the rain and the snow could take good care of him. I think that eventually they took the box with his body down from the scaffold and buried it in a cemetery, but that happened years later and by then he and his ponies had long gone to wherever they wanted to be."
John Lame Deer and Richard Erdoes em Lame Deer, Seeker of Visions. (browse inside version)
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TAGS AmLit, Biblioteca de Babel, Lame Deer