Bad Eagle.com is the first website for American Indian Patriots, and the only voice of conservative American Indian thought. Dr. David A. Yeagley, direct descendent of the Comanche warrior Bad Eagle (1839-1906), is the first conservative American Indian in the American media. Through Bad Eagle.com all conservative Indians are invited to join their voices in honor of Indian warriors in the cause of American Patriotism.
For those who may not know, there is an entertainment magazine by and about Indians called Redskin Magazine. You'd think that would break all those little liberal hearts out there--especially the ones that campaigned so desperately against the Washington Redskins professional football time (like, heavy-weighted Suzan Harjo). Well, well. Sometime, liberal-trained protesters are just wrong. They don't stand for Indians at all. I certainly never believed they did myself, but, then, those same liberals were just so very sure I was the one "off the reservation." (Or, should I say, still on the reservation? That liberal jargon is so hard to make sense of.)
Yes, Redskin is all about rock music, rockified Indian bands, Indian comedians, "models," etc. It's strickly a "pop" version of Indians. Perfectly normal. Not to my personal taste, but, that is entirely irrelevant. The magazine shows Indians in the "popular" mode, not the refined traditional or artistic mode.
The magazine is currently advertising a woman named Ashley Kahsaklahwee and her soon to be launched web site. Of course, she already has one, AshleySkin.com. It's pornographic, and she sports her silicon (or what certainly appears to be surgical artiface) like jingles at a pow-wow. Quite repugnant in my view, but, again, opinion is irrelevant. (I've long ago offered my opinion of Indian women acting like white women in efforts to attract men--all men, to their bodies: Indian Women Mascots, Nov. 17, 2002, and Have Indians Become Media-dependent, Too? Dec. 20, 2002.) American Indian porno, that's what Ashley is about. Her decision--to be like white women. And, again, that's my opinion.
Let's look into the matter of who's putting this entertainment rag out, anyway. First, here's some choice info posted as a mission statement:'
RSM is the ultimate entertainment resource for not only First Nations people but for all cultures world wide. Our publication enlists a global scope that appeals to men and women of various adult ages. We represent a refreshing, innovative and informative presentation of models, culture, fashion, music and all forms of Arts and Entertainment.
The likes of "sexual relationships," "erotic and sexual advice," "adult sexuality and entertainment," and "questions on sexuality" all enhance, shall we say, the introductory paragraphs. So, we're clear on the main attraction here. Of course, the magazine professes a grand scope of interests, none of which would hold attention without the pornographic aspect. Or, so the magazine's tacit content would seem to indicate.
So be it. There is a large group of Indians, younger Indians, say, under 50 or under 40, who seem hungry for their own society, and are quite averse to the "elders" routine. They have been offended by their own parents and families, if such can be called that. This magazine will probably be a success, among Indians. And, with the rarety of American Indian porno, it will, for a while, probably be a big seller to non-Indians. (Get that? Rarety of Indian porno. That's because it has never had a place in Indian culture. This is foreign to our traditions.)
Jody Martin and Mathew Hill are the owners/operators ( hill@redskinmagazine.ca ). Hillary Chambers is the editor ( chambers@redskinmagazine.ca ). Strong Indian names there. And note, the thing is created in Canada. It isn't an American Indian thing after all.
Interestingly, Sheena Wassegijig ( wassegijig@redskinmagazine.ca ) in the Media Arts department of the magazine, had this to say to Rob Schmidt (a fairly insignificant white liberal who condescendingly seeks to train Indains on how to be Indian):
Call me a Redskin! I'm proud to wear the name...RE-INVENTION IS A GREAT THING. I would honestly NOT be offended. Call me a wagon-burner...
I mean...a stereotype is no money out of my pocket, takes no joy out of my life. its just dumb people who think they are being smart by labelling someone else.
My, that must sting those liberals! How crushing. How devastating. She said what needed to be said to the likes of the liberal trenchman Schmidt. His desperate comeback was to compare Wassegijig to me:
You sound like David Yeagley, the anti-Indian white supremacist who once wrote, "Call me savage!" Do you really want to be associated with the likes of him?
I'm afraid the liberals the racists. White liberals like Schmidt, who think they know how Indians should think, and try to tell Indians how to be Indian, are simply wrong, and have been all along. I'm just smiling at the fact that I never was impressed with them, and now, obviously, no one else is, either. That's the point.
As to the porno thing, or the lower levels of entertainment, that's a different issue. I say that Indians are truly creative and artistic people. This entertainment magazine, like any other popular magazine of it's nature, simply doest not bring out the best, or the highest levels of Indian creativity. I think that's a fair assessment. It is what it is.
To Comanche People A Brief Confession By David Yeagley
I robbed my people. I owe Comanche. I have offered them all that I am and have for some time, but, I owe something more. I have deeply offended some.
Not just anyone can understand this. Indians can, but, I have involved the American public in this offense, and therefore I want them to understand also.
I was teaching Humanities and Psychology at the Oklahoma City campus of Oklahoma State University. After nearly six years of teaching, I realized that love of country was absent in my students. There was no working concept of the importance and effect of patriotism on society. Indeed, I found students actually wary of the notion.
I started a public campaign to have patriotism taught in Oklahoma public schools. Governor Frank Keating enthusiastically endorsed me. I began writing articles for David Horowitz’ FrontPageMagazine.com. I was suddenly speaking on a national level, in major media, and for Young America’s Foundation—which presented me to campuses all over the country.
I am American Indian, Comanche in fact, and this gives an unusual impact to everything I say. It terrifies those who differed with me. I was unaware that even some Comanche had different opinions. It simply never occurred to me that there could be any offense.
I was also unaware that many Indian people in Oklahoma are Democrat, and have very different political opinions than I. I knew my advocacy of Indian warrior mascots offended a lot of white liberals, and a few Indians they had trained. I certainly wasn’t concerned about that. Most Indian activists do not represent their tribes, but only the liberal organizations that employ them. It was my duty to differ with them.
But I presumed all Comanches felt like my family and relatives. This was naïve. I let the public think that Comanches thought like I did. I mistakenly stole their honor in this. (I thought I was providing a new path for them—indeed, for all Indians.)
This offense was unavoidable, actually, given my position. No, I don’t represent all Comanches, or all Indians. I never claimed I did. And I didn’t take up precious air time, on TV or radio explaining that. I simply said what I had to say. The fact that I was Comanche spoke for itself.
But that’s precisely the point that offended a few Comanche people. Some felt they owned that power in that name more than I. I hadn’t proven myself, yet I was speaking on a national level. It was never my intent to offend, but I did. A few have resented my career and accomplishments, and spoken against me. I sadly regret this. Even if offense was inevitable, I confess that I never gave it a thought to begin with. I was careless, and I erred.
About the people—who is the people? This is an Indian thing. It isn’t any one person, or any group. It isn’t a leader or a committee. The people is an unspeakably precious thing. Every Indian knows.
The people is family. There is a deep, grand sense of family—especially in a small tribe like the Comanche. I don’t have to know each one personally to know they are family. Indeed, this is the basis of the offense. I spoke for them, without consulting them. And a few strongly disagreed.
The people is a beautiful treasure, even a private thing. But I took them with me into the blazing light of media—and never even told them. I just stepped onto the national arena and started a war dance—in their name.
I share their name. I presumed they would be honored.
To some, this was rude—especially to those who did not know me, and who disagreed with me. They were violated.
I’m not saying they expect me to ask their permission before I ever mentioned to anyone that I am Comanche. I say there is legitimate offense in them.
From the day I started writing and speaking publicly, there have been Indians who have made every effort to denigrate me, to deny my identity, and to condemn me in every way possible—even with lies. I’ve learned many Indians mistake being Democrat with being Indian. They mistake poverty and ignorance with authentic Indianness. This is not legitimate.
But the fact is, I presumed. I speak to my own people here, the Comanche people. For those legitimately offended, I recognize your cause. You have been wronged, and I wronged you. For that, I am truly sorry.