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Louisville Courier Journal Centerfold to Declare ‘Breonna Was Essential’ Demands Accountability for the Police Murder of Breonna Taylor



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*LOUISVILLE, KY — On Friday, June 5th, on what would have been Breonna Taylor’s 27th birthday, the centerfold of the Louisville Courier-Journal will carry a paid advertisement declaring that “Breonna was Essential.”  The centerfold demands accountability for the murder of Breonna Taylor, a 26-year-old emergency room technician who was shot to death in her home while she slept by members of the Louisville Police Department.

The full-page ads were commissioned jointly by Color of Change and UltraViolet and done in direct coordination with Louisville community activists, including Black Lives Matter Louisville, to amplify their existing efforts.

The image displayed in the ad, which includes artwork of Breonna Taylor created by Robin Hilkey, echoes the demands of local Louisville organizers. They include:

  1. Demand the Mayor of Louisville and City Council address the use of for by the LMPD
  2. Fire and revoke the pensions of the officers that murdered Breonna. Arrest, charge and convict them for this crime.
  3. Provide all necessary information to local, independent civilian community police accountability council #CPAC.
  4. Create policy for transparent investigation processes due to law enforcement misconduct.
  5. Eliminate no-knock warrants

“Breonna Taylor was essential. This week marks what would have been the 27th birthday of Ms. Taylor. She is not here. Her life and what she meant to her family and community was essential and that is why we will continue to fight until our demands are met. We honor her memory by demanding justice!” said Hannah Drake, a Louisville community artist and poet.

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Breonna Taylor (Louisville Courier Journal)

“Breonna Taylor was essential. She was an essential worker, an essential member of the Louisville community and her life mattered. She is dead because Louisville Metropolitan Police Department officers murdered her as she slept – and it is unacceptable that her killers remain uncharged and employees of the LMPD,”  added Shaunna Thomas, Executive Director of UltraViolet. “We stand in solidarity with her family, friends and Louisville activists who are demanding justice for her death. The LMPD must be held accountable for these horrific and racist acts.”

“As a dedicated EMT, Breonna Taylor was essential not only to her family and loved ones, but to the entire Louisville community in the midst of this pandemic,” said Scott Roberts, Senior Director of Criminal Justice Campaigns at Color Of Change. “But when her community needed her most, cops ended her young life – without consequence. On what would have been Breonna’s 27th birthday, we honor her life and legacy by demanding a fairer, safer justice system. Breonna fell victim to racist violence that affects countless Black women nationwide, and the first step toward justice for their loved ones is holding their killers accountable. Mayor Greg Fischer must fire the three police officers that murdered Breonna, and they must face criminal charges for her death. But to truly see justice done, we must address the root cause of Breonna’s death – deep, systemic racism – to prevent future tragedies in Louisville and across the U.S. ”









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Steven Ivory: That Day I was Peggy ‘Mod Squad’ Lipton



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*I didn’t care for Derek.  He had the kind of nervous energy grown-ups attributed to kids who ate too much sugar.

He talked too much, laughed too loud, and despite  Melvin’s mom’s  edict  for us to keep our  13 year-old selves   close to  home on that still, humid, lazy Oklahoma  City   Saturday afternoon—she said Melvin’s uncle was driving up from tiny Seminole, about 50 miles away  from us—Derek kept insisting the three of us abandon our perch on the peeling white banister along the front porch of Melvin’s family’s faded lemon clapboard house and go hang out at Washington Park.

When it was clear we weren’t budging, Derek introduced   another idea.

“Let’s play Mod Squad!”

“Cool,” said Melvin.

Before  he  or I could say anything else, Derek blurted,  “I’m Linc!”

Like most children, those in my predominantly Black, Eastside neighborhood played  pretend. You know—pretend to be someone or something you’re not: a cowboy,  fireman,  policeman,   soldier.  When we got older but still kids, we pretended to be characters from our favorite TV shows.   After it  made its premiere on ABC-TV in 1968,  one of our favorite things to play was  “The Mod Squad.”

The drama, starring 20-something white unknowns Michael Cole, Peggy Lipton and black newcomer Clarence Williams III, about a trio of young, hip undercover cops (“One Black, One White, One Blonde,” went the show’s catchphrase), might have seemed unbelievable, but in 1968, we  desperately  needed the escape.

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Think things are crazy today?  Consider 1968: On April 4th, six months  before  “Mod Squad”’s  debut,  the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated in Memphis.  It was one of the few times I saw mama  cry.  King’s murder cast a pall of anger, fear and hopelessness over black America, where, in several major cities,  riots broke out.

That  June, Democratic Senator and presidential candidate Robert F. Kennedy,  younger brother of President  John F. Kennedy and the man on whom Black America hung its  last, anguished   political hope, was gunned down during a campaign appearance at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles.  Meanwhile,  the Viet Nam war,  under the direction of President   Lyndon Johnson,  raged on.

At least  “The  Mod Squad”’s  cool “counter culture” cops  took  a smidgen of edge off  how Blacks felt about law enforcement.  After all the horrific evening news images of Blacks being beaten water hosed and shot during  the nation’s civil unrest,  young  Black America was more than ready to see a Soul Brother like Williams’s Lincoln “Linc” Hayes character, with his together ‘fro, dark glasses and super cool demeanor, sock it to white crooks.  Clarence Williams would go on to an acting career of varied roles, notably, almost two decades later, as father to Prince‘s character  in “Purple Rain.” But in ’68, he was Linc, whose dramatic running dive while chasing down a bad guy became the trademark move every young, male black “Mod Squad”  fan imitated at least once.

But I’d never played “Mod Squad.” How could you,  with no  female around to be Lipton’s Julie Barnes?   See, when it came to pretend, I was adamant  about authenticity.  Some  people  have an aversion to different foods on their plate touching;  it was the same with me and playing pretend.  It had to be right.

I remember attending a boy’s birthday party, where, in the backyard, some of the kids were playing pretend.  There was  Superman, “Kato” ( the sidekick to TV’s “Green Hornet,” portrayed on the show by a young unknown martial artist named Bruce Lee), the Fantastic Four’s Human Torch, somebody pretending to be Greg Morris’ character  on “Mission Impossible”  and  60s’ TV private eye, “Mannix.”

I  found it all disgusting:  Not in a million years would Mannix have  ever been acquainted  with the Human Torch.  Ever.

I’d bully  Tonymy younger brother,  into joining  me and our  friend  Donnie Minnis  in pretending to be the Beatles: Would it kill you to stand here,  hold that broom  and be George Harrison?  I’d assign Donnie to be John Lennon.  I was always Paul.  We didn’t have a Ringo.  Okay, so I wasn’t always consistent in my insistence on authenticity.

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Peggy Lipton

After Derek jumped on being “Linc,” Melvin  immediately  said he’d be “Mod Squad”’s Cool White Boy, “Pete Cochran.”   Then they  looked at me.  Uh uh.  No way  am I going  to be the chick. I’m not a girl.

“But we just playin’,” Derek coyly pushed back.  “You know I  ain’t really Linc.  Melvin ain’t that white cat.  We just playin’.”

“Yeah,  but…I ain’t  doin’  it.”

We went back and forth about this, before Derek tossed a grenade into the mix:  “…And we was gon’ play Mod Squad all the way to Grady’s,” he said, referring to the mid-sized trailer a few blocks away that had been permanentized by a cement foundation and plumbing into an air conditioned, counter seating-only diner serving  burgers and hot dogs.  “I was going to  treat.”  Melvin’s eyes widened.  Again, he looked at me.

Shoot. I did not want to do this.  I suspected  Derek simply wanted me to be Julie Barnes in the name of humiliation.


But the stakes were high.  A  Grady’s hot dog, smothered in chili and onions,  accessorized  by a  bag  of Lay’s potato chips, all of it washed down with an ice cold  grape  Nehi pop, was no joke.

So I relented to being Julie Barnes.  But I had rules. For one, they  couldn’t call me Julie Barnes.  No yelling out,  “Let’s get outta here, Julie!” or “Duck, Julie, it’s a bomb!” None of that.  Melvin’s  mother agreed that he could go to Grady’s.  However,  coolness had its limits: she gave him some change and instructed him to at some point Mod Squad himself into Safeway and  return with a bottle of Clorox.

 Playing Mod Squad involved what playing pretend usually entailed: a lot of stylized running, peeking around the corners of trees, cars, buildings, and socking it out with imaginary crooks.

As Julie,  I merely walked with the guys.  Thanks  to God’s divine mercy, on TV Julie Barnes never sashayed  or  was purposefully “sexy.” Indeed,  Lipton’s character, which appeared perpetually contemplative and  seldom smiled, was the first woman in a man’s world that I remember watching on TV who didn’t exist simply for the pleasure of men.  She was a human being.  Quiet, introspective.

We fought crime all the way to Safeway ’s massive parking lot,  where we ran into  Joseph  Weeks.  Fifteen,  JW, as we called him, seemed even older, his maturity the result of stunning circumstances.

When his mother passed away suddenly,  with no father in the house and apparently no extended family to speak  of, JW and his two siblings–Pam and Jonathan, thirteen and fourteen, respectively–all working various jobs after school (where they  made good grades), simply continued living in the ramshackle  house on their own.  They raised themselves.

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Tall, lanky, handsome, smart, resourceful and dignified for a kid, JW  always reminded me of  a mashup of actor Jimmy Stewart in “It’s A Wonderful Life,” and Gregory Peck in “To Kill A Mockingbird” were the combination  Black and teenaged.  JW’s dry humor could strike like a cobra. He didn’t suffer Derek’s silly antics easily, often putting Derek in his place, even when Derek didn’t always know it was happening.

“Wha’ chall doin.’”

“Playing Mod Squad,” said Melvin.

“Oh yeah?  Who’s Linc?”

“I am,” Derek said proudly.

I’m the white boy….” Chimed Melvin.

“Just two Mod Squad?” JW asked. “Where’s the chick?” He looked at me.  I looked away.

“We’re going to Grady’s,” Derek interjected, attempting to impress  JW.  “Wanna come? I’m buyin’….”

“Naw, I just ate.”

“Where you headed,’” I asked.

JW said he was going over to Darvin Bennett’s house, who, under the guidance of his dad,  owned a monster Lionel train set, legendary in the neighborhood,  that nearly  took up  their whole  garage.  “You wanna come?”

I looked at the Mod Squad. “I’m goin’ to Grady’s,” Melvin insisted, as if to say, no train set can compete with a  hotdog smothered in chili  and onions.  And cheese.  Melvin liked grated cheddar  on his.

Derek’s covert glare at  me said, Ima tell JW you’re Julie Barnes.  Nervous,  I braced  myself  for  the  ridicule…that never came.  Derek didn’t say boo  about me being Julie.  I bailed on the Squad for JW and the train set, but not without finding new  love for Derek that day, for keeping his mouth  shut.

While taking an alley shortcut to Darvin’s, we came upon a group of kids I didn’t know.  Turns out, they were playing Justice League of America, D.C. Comics’ collective of superhero crimefighters, the comic book’s original version of which included, among others,   Superman, Batman, Aquaman and The Flash.  JW knew the kid who, as Green Lantern, seemed to be running things.

Unlike the usual pretend-play, where the enemy is imaginary, these kids were about to head over to the grounds of Woodson Elementary, where another group of kids—evil space invaders—were waiting to do battle.  At stake was dominion of the Universe.

JW’s buddy said that, were we interested, we could round out the League.  “We could use a Batman,” the kid said matter-of-factly.  “We had one, but he had to go home and cut the grass….”

“I’ll be Batman,” I perked up.

“No, I’ll be Batman,” said JW.

“Nope, I said it first.  I’m Batman.”

JW waited until his friend walked away and then turned to me.  “Now, niggarito,” he undertoned firmly, “I just rescued yo’ Black ass from being a white woman.   I’m GON’ be Batman, motherfucka.”

So JW was hip all along.  That he knew I was Julie Barnes back there  and never said anything  made him my real life hero.

Robin the Boy Wonder  wasn’t in the  original Justice League, but what’s a small discrepancy  among super friends?

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Peggy Lipton and Quincy Jones (Getty)

Fast forward  nine years  to Los Angeles, 1977.  I’m standing in the lobby  of  the  Music Center downtown swigging  Heineken with Ed Eckstein, then running Quincy Jones Productions.  We’re awaiting the start of a concert for jazz-rock band Return To Forever, when Ecktein’s famous boss, with whom I’d become acquainted through my young career as a music journalist,  suddenly appears.  He’s not alone.

“Steve, have you met Peggy?” Quincy  asks,  just as she walks up. It’s…it’s Julie Barnes!  Only it’s not Julie Barnes,  it’s Peggy Lipton.  Casually chic in a flowing white summer dress and immediately personable,  the  actress is nothing like her old Mod Squad character.  For one thing, Lipton smiles. “Hi ya doin,’” she says, extending a small  hand that executes a firm handshake.

So  taken was I to meet Lipton that I’m sure I didn’t give proper respect to another introduction Quincy made to me right after Lipton: his runnin’ buddy standing right there, legendary composer Henry Mancini, with his wife, singer Virginia  O’Connor-Mancini.

It was all over in a matter of minutes, the surreal  encounter.  Soon, Eckstein and I were in our seats digging the ferocious musicianship of RTF’s Chick Corea, Stanley Clarke, Lenny White and Al Di Meola.  The concert climaxed with an encore  of Stevie Wonder being led onstage to join the quartet for a perfunctory rendition of  Wonder’s “Superstition,”  made exciting only by the unexpected presence of Wonder  himself.

I enjoyed it all immensely. But even before Wonder’s arrival,  in my mind,  the night’s music  had been relegated to serving as soundtrack to sentimental memories. All I could think about was childhood buddies Melvin, Derek and JW, and the fact that I’d just met Ms. Mod Squad.  After the concert Eckstein and I headed into Hollywood for Greenblatt’s deli, when what I really craved was a Grady’s hot dog with  chili.  And plenty onions.  END

Steven Ivory

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House of Kings House of Queens House of Warriors: Amatoya Moytoy Dynasty: ‘First Beloved Man of the Cherokee’



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For the Cherokee, seven in the actual number of tribal clans, the formal number of upper worlds, or heavens and the ceremonial number of paragraphs or repetitions in the principle formulas. Seven is the number of stars in the Pleiades,  known as the Seven Sisters.

Aniyunwiya “The Principle People” The Great Tellico (Talikwa) Chota Over The Hills 

The illustrious history of the Moytoy,  OverHill Cherokees, and the  monumental impact of their founding first-family, Amatoya Moytoy1, King of Chota and The Great Tellico,  has been literally drowned in the depths of the Tennessee River.  Some say it was intentional to hide the genesis of the Cherokee,  or  the area’s unexplained American antiquities and numerous OverHill Cherokee mounds,  monuments and artifacts not fitting into the mainstream academic explanation of American history as we know it which spans thousands,  possibly tens of thousands of years or more.

The history we all have been taught in school, led us to believe that ancient America was a barren landmass occupied by a few hunter-gather tribes who wandered across the Bering Strait after the ice age, dubbed the Clovis.

However, overwhelming new evidence discovered over the last several years,  has found evidence of an earlier indigenous population inhabiting the Americas before the so-called Clovis people.

Through genealogy, scientific genetic findings,  gene sequencing, and coding, (tracking maternal and paternal bloodlines).  This evidence along with ancient remains discovered in archeological mounds and sites prove beyond  a shadow of doubt,  that America Indian Antiquity – is  in fact – ancient.

Most mainstream Cherokee history taught in schools starts in the late 18th century with John Roth’s “The Greatest Cherokee” (John Roth born October 3, 1790) and the creation of the Dawes Rolls in 1893  and after.

The Dawes Roll commission was created to accept applications for tribal enrollment between 1899 and 1907 from American Indians of the Five Tribes. However,  by utilizing a color-code and blood qualifier, it actually became a formal legal mechanism for excluding some full-blooded American Indians with a darker hue/complexion. It systematically assisted in reclassifying many American Indian ethnicities as Colored, Negro, Black, Freedmen or African.

Because a large number of our ancestors refused to surrender to the colonizing of the United States (the thirteen colonies) or be moved, by way of the “Trail of Tears, thousands,  maybe millions of American Indians resisted and fought back for hundreds of years … decade after decade, until finally the resistance was forced to flee over the Appalachian mountains, Cumberland Gap,  and/or down the rivers.

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Chief Standing Turkey Moytoy

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Chota Map

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Cherokee Territory

The original  Cherokee and Moytoy lineage, legacy and incredible history has been snuffed-out, robbed of culture, dismissed, and stripped of heritage and identity.

Disenfranchised, ignored, and re-classified as Negro, colored, Mulatto, Black, Freedmen, slave,  and or African American, our ancient history, buried, burned and in the case  of the “Over The Hills” Cherokee Country,  it’s all literally under the Tennessee River.

Eugenics and Paper Genocide 

One of the masterminds of Indian deception was Walter Plecker, a so called-doctor, eugenicist, and avowed white supremacist.  As  a member of the Anglo-Saxon Club of America  he was also director of the Virginia Bureau of Vital Statistics from 1912 to 1946.  He is solely responsible for the development and state-wide execution of “paper-genocide,” the art of killing off the indigenous American population, with  the  stroke  of  a  pen  through volunteer United States Census takers and new Federal Laws created at the time.  This was a cleaver, unique form of oppression.

Over The Hills,  Cherokee Country,  North America

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The Great Tellico

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OverHill Cherokees lived in the historic settlement that is now the state of Tennessee, which is in Southeastern United States and is on the west side of the Appalachian Mountains.

Positioned along the lower Hiwassee river, the OverHills rose to prominence in a remote location at the far end of the Trading Path road. The location was so remote that only selected traders and explorers willing to make the dangerous journey into the unknown interior and over the Cumberland Gap, would attempt it.

Until now,  not much is know of the “Original Over The Hill Cherokee Nation.” Beginning in the 1600s with Amatoya Moytoy l and  Elizabeth “Pride” Shawnee, married in 1630 in Shawnee Nation, Virginia.

Both Beloved ancestors of the Cherokee are buried in the Nikwasi  Great Mound, in Franklin,  North Carolina.

Cherokee Secrets 

The historically unknown Moytoy’s of Tellico for years have been classified as a hoax and myth by the  Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma  and the  Eastern Band Cherokee.  Recently however,  the Eastern Band Cherokee was granted rights over the Great Nikwasi Mound located in what is now the city of Franklin, North Carolina. However no one has officially announced who is buried there. It’s called “The place of the Cherokee Eternal Flame.”

Confirmed by United States marriage and census records,  along with birth and death certificates and monument burial site with  name and location, why has this history of Amatoya Moytoy l and  Elizabeth “Pride” Shawnee been kept so obscure and hidden?

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The Great Nikwasi Mound

The American Dynasty this Moytoy union created  would become legendary, producing the first “King of Chota” who  would marry the First Beloved Woman of the Cherokee from Great Tellico and together would design  a  mighty “House of Kings, ” “House of Queens” and “House of Warriors  that would reign, protect and successfully lead the great OverHill Cherokee Nation for at least 150 years.

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The mighty Moytoy bloodline,  military intelligence,  might, and political savvy,  combined with endurance and pure courage would perpetuate a mythical legend so magnificent and awesome that it would be relegated to a myth, hoax, lie, and/or fable by mainstream academia and the government sanctioned Cherokees starting in the 1800s.

Not until oral history, genealogy, scientific advancements, and genetic discoveries of the Americas has the Moytoy Dynasty been re-discovered and identified, along with the added research provided by Family Tree, American Indian Project. It was done by tracking bloodlines, through a maternal, and paternal gene coding  family lineage.

The mighty Cherokee warriors continued to fight in the mountains of Cherokee Country throughout the Cumberland Gap,  costing many of them everything including land  and in some cases, they were captured as prisoners of war and enslaved.

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Over The Hills,  Cherokee Country,  North America 

(Graphic Caption: ” On the West Side of the Twenty four Mountains,  commonly called Over the Hills”)

Names of the Principle or Headmen of each town,  and  number of fighting men they sent to war.” – Henry Timberlake  March 1762

Erased American History 

Historical Chota, The Great Tellico, Over The Hills, Indian Country (North America) – has all  been destroyed/eliminated. Erased off the map and stricken from history like a Roman conquest of power – a distant memory, fading like the sun setting in the west … drowning in mystery, lying beneath the man made Tennessee Dam and River. Those magnificent cultural centers of activity and trade, include Mialaquro ( Great Island ) Governed by Chief Attakullakaulla, Toskegee, Tommotley,  Toqua, Tennifsee, Chillboney,  Settacoo, and Tallafsee, among others lessor none communities and tribal sites.

The OverHill town of Chota, is now Monroe County, Tennessee. It was the capital of the entire Cherokee Nation from the 1600s  through most of the 18th century. The town of Tanasi became the namesake for Tennessee state.

Many prominent Cherokee,  including my ancestors the First Beloved Man and Woman of, Chota and The Great Tellico,  were in my opinion, pure-American heros  and some of the greatest warriors that every lived.

It’s time for the OverHill Cherokee,  King Amatoya Moytoy  of ” The Great Tellico” and  the Moytoy Dynasty to be placed back into mainstream history’s House of Kings.

First Beloved Man of the Cherokee Moytoy of Tellico 

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Over Hill Cherokee Monument in Tennessee

Amatoya Moytoy1 ,   Corn Planter  (  b. 1607  d. 1675 in Running Water Village, Tennessee, founder ). Married  Pride Shawnee,

Chief Amatoya Montoy, King of Chota  ( b. 1640  d. 1710 )

Chief Kanagagota,  Old Hop,  Fire King of Chota, ( b. 1681  d. 1761 )

Moytoy of Tellico  ( b. 1687  d. 1760 )

Princess AniGaWib  ( b. 1686  d. 1730 )

Chief Urk Moytoy  ( b. 1690 )

2Amadohiyi, Rainmaker, Emperor of the Cherokee in the year of 1630 married Nancy Gosaduisqa Shawnee, at Shawnee, Fredrick Virginia North America

Married Pride ( Cornstalk ) Shawnee in 1636

Amatoya Moytoy of Tellico, Head Warrior of Tellico, first Moytoy Chief ( b 1687 d. 1749   Buried in Nikwasi Franklin North Carolina

Nancy Gosaduisqa Shawnee  ( b. 1664 in Tellico  d. 1732 )

Canacaught Great Conjurer

Queen Mary Kittamaquud1  ( b. 1610  d. 1640 )

Mary Kittamaquud2  ( b. 1633   d.

Moytoy2 Amadohlyi , The Pigeon of Tellico, Emperor of the Cherokee 1730 – 1760

Chief Kanagagota2   ( Kanagatuckco ) Cunene Shote, Kunagadoga Standing Turkey ( b. 1704  d. 1783

Amouskositte Moytoy  Bad Water  ( b. 1728 )

Attakullakulla  Little Carpenter, The Great Warrior of Chota ( b. 1710 – 1777 )

born in Chota.

Oconastota  Stalking Turkey, The Raven,  ( b. 1710 – d. 1783 ) born and died Chota

Nanye’hi, Nancy Ward ( b. 1738 1824 ) born in Chota

Amo-Adaw-ehi   Moytoy of Citico  ( b. 1759 – d. 1761 ) begin of Anglo-Cherokee War

( nephew of the Montoy of Tellico

Hanging Man. ( b. 1780  d. 1792 )

Black Fox  ( b. 1801  d. 1811 )

PainKiller   (  b. 1811  d. 1827 )

Amatoya Pigeon of Tellico  ( b. 1867 )

( partial listing,  dates fluid. )

 December 13,  1825  Cherokee Nation Description Letter from David Brown to Hon. James Barbour, Secretary of War, Office of Indian Affairs:

” The Cherokee Nation you know, is in about 35 degrees north latitude;  bounded on the north and west by the state of Tennessee;  on the south by Alabama, and on the east by Georgia and North Carolina.  The. Country is well watered;  abundant springs of pure water are found in every part.  A range of majestic and lofty mountains stretch themselves across the nation.  The northern part of the nation is hilly and mountainous.  In the southern  and  western parts,  there are extensive and fertile plains,  covered  partly with tall trees,  through which beautiful streams of water glide.

These plains furnish immense pasturage,  and numberless herds of cattle are dispersed over them.  –

Horses are plenty, and are used for servile purposes. Numberous flocks of sheep, goats, and swine,  cover the valleys and hills.  On  Tennessee,  Ustanala,  and  Canadagi rivers,  Cherokee Commerce floats.  The climate is delicious and healthy;  the winters are mild.  The spring clothes  the ground with its richest scenery.  Cherokee flowers,  of exquisite beauty and varie-gated hues,  meet and fascinate the eye in every direction.   In  the plains and valleys, the soil is generally rich:  producing Indian corn, cotton, tobacco,  wheat,  oats,  indigo,  sweet and Irish potatoes.  The natives carry on considerable trade with the adjoining states;   and some of them export cotton in boats down the Tennessee and the Mississippi,  and down the river to New Orleans.

Apple and peach orchards  are quite common,  and gardens are cultivated,  and much attention paid to them.   Butter and cheese are seen on Cherokee tables. There are many public roads in the nation,  and houses of entertainment kept by natives. Numerous and flourishing villages are seen in every section of the country.  Cotton and woollen clothes are manufactured by Cherokee hands,  are very common. Almost every family in the nation grows cotton for its own consumption.  Industry and commercial enterprise are extending themselves in every part. Nearly all the merchants in the nation are Native Cherokee. Agricultural pursuits ( the most solid foundation of our national prosperity )  engage the chief attention of the people. Different branches in mechanics are pursued.”

” The population is rapidly increasing. In the year 1819.”  —  David Brown, Cherokee,  Sept  2.  1825

Credit: Department of War, Office Of Indian Affairs – Library Of Congress Washington D.C. 

Treaty of 1819

It appears in the above letter address to the Secretary of War 1825 that the majority of indigenous people of Cherokee Nation, had not agreed to the shady treaty of 1819 when the Cherokee leadership are said to have ceded land from the Little Tennessee River south to the Hiwassee River. As we see from the David Brown letter, there was no official transferring of the OverHill metropolis to the United States.

However, in 1838 many of the Cherokee were removed and forced to relocate to Oklahoma, orders of the United States government, the infamous Trail of Tears.

Tennessee River and Dam 

In 1967, the Tennessee Valley Authority began construction on the Tellico Dam, just above the mouth of the Little Tennessee River. Before the historic pending doom of ancient American antiquity, Tennessee University conducted archaeological excavations of one of the many Chota townhouses and discovered the remains of mighty warrior and Cherokee Chief Oconastota.

A monument with eight pillars – one for each of the seven clans – was placed on the site along with the grave of Oconastota. A small monument nearby marks the site of town/settlement of Tanasi.

Upstream Chilhowee Dam, was named after the now – submerged town of Chilhowee.

Tennessee Reservoir Development Agency boat ramps have been named after the drowned former cities of Toqua and Tallassee.

Secretary Of War, 1826

“From the first discovery of America to the present time,  one master passion,  common to all mankind,  that of acquiring land,  has driven, in cease-less succession, the white man on the Indian. It were now an unprofitable task to inquire,  on what principle the nations of Europe were justified in dispossessing the original proprietors of his birthright. They brought with them their own maximums,  which recognized power as the only standard of right, and fraud  and force  as  perfectly legitimate in the acquisition  of  territory.  It has been done,  and time has confirmed the act.” — Hon. James Barbour,  Secretary of War

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Monument Mound Franklin North Carolina

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Mama Lillie, Great-Great Grandmother FB OverHill Cherokee ( maternal )

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Mama Elnora, Great Grandmother, seventh sister. American Indigenous name meaning, the light

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Mama Roberta, My Mother

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Diane Blackmon Bailey

Diane Blackmon Bailey is a Southern California based historian and filmmaker whose focus is indigenous American ancestry and culture. Contact her via: [email protected]


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WOW … Can An Old Politician Learn New Tricks?



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 Can an old politician learn new tricks?

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*With November approaching, I’d like to ask a question. What is an acceptable term for our politicians? Currently our representatives can serve for their lifetime.

With no term limits, they hold their position until they are voted out, retire or replaced when they die. What is your take on career politicians? For me, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

However, if it is broken, it’s time for fresh tactics. With election day coming, it’s time to grade your reps. Who’s passing & who’s failing their two/four year evaluation? Have they earned another term or is it time for new blood. To steal a quote from Jesus, “No one pours new wine into old wineskins. Otherwise, the new wine will burst the skins, the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined.” Luke 5 verse 37. I think we have all witnessed a mess like that before.

Now I know what you may be thinking. What if neither option is appealing? That’s bad news if they happen to be your doctor. But the good news is, they are not. They are replaceable contractors hired to do a job. We must pick one or no work gets done. So pick wisely. Keeping in mind that they need to campaign again in two to four years.

I have never been a hiring manager, however I know their evaluation on whom to hire falls on the candidate with the least amount of red flags. And if that person doesn’t work out, they are soon replaced. So, are you happy with the status of your community? What Senator and house representative shares your vision for your neighborhood? After all they make the law for it. Are schools taken care of by your State Board of Education members? Are there just and fair laws handed down by your District Judges and Attorneys? Are you pleased with enforcement by county courts and officers? Now is the time to make your voices heard. Because like it or not, the consequences fall squarely in our lap. Good or bad. So take some time to craft your team. Your community is counting on you.

Mr. Andre Harper, Why I Follow God

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