A BadEagle.com journal commenter recently asked about the name “Bad Eagle.” I don’t know how or why my ancestor got the name Bad Eagle. It’s on the early Comanche rolls. He gave it as his name, and also the name of his father. One professor, Thomas Kavanagh, at the University of New Mexico’s Department of Anthropology, researched the names of Comanches named “eagle.” He wrote this in personal correspondence of 1985, when my mother was researching certain details. There was a “Big Eagle” mentioned by a Time-Life book. That would be “pia-quena,” not “quin-ne kish-su-it,” as Bad Eagle had written down on the rolls. There was a tabba quena, too, meaning “sun eagle.” In fact, that’s who the Time-Life author meant, Sun Eagle. Apparently there was no “Big Eagle” among the Comanche, only Tabbequena, sun Eagle. And certainly, there was only one “Bad Eagle.”
Bad Eagle (quin-ne kish-su-it), 1839-1906
“Kish-su-it” means wild, untamed, or wicked. There was no Comanche word for “bad,” in the English sense. (One Japanese acquaintance of mine once reacted: “‘Bad.’ Hmmm. Could mean…great!” Interesting Oriental concept there.)
I know I have a close relationship to evil. I pick up on it instantly. My mother was this way, too. Some kind of special sensitivity. Almost hyper-sensitivity. Perhaps it’s a bit neurotic, in modern terms of civilized personality concepts. I know lying absolutely vexes me. Is it my po-ha-cut (“medicine”) to embrace liars, somehow? Is this personality just some old tribal thing? Some natural “suspicion” of everyone and everything? Some disposition from a closed society? Mountain people, for example, are always like this. Comanche were once mountain people, or so we’re told. I know we were once extremely exclusive of all other people, white and Indian. They learned our language, we didn’t learn theirs. Otherwise, we spoke to them in our special “sign” language, which apparently became the lingua franca of the plains.
Am I exclusive? I said the alleged victim in the Duke Lacrosse case was a liar from day one! I was absolutely right. I said Mike Nifong was an outrage. This has proven true. I have said that Rudy “Youngblood” doesn’t have a drop of American Indian blood in him. He is a pretender. So far, no one has shown I am wrong. I say now that Representative-elect Keith Ellison, Democrat, Minnesota, is completely insincere, another pretender, and a political clown.
Why am I so vehemently offended by these things? Why do I dramatize these things?
I have been lied about from the day I published on FrontPageMagazine.com. My late rants are not reactionary. I’m not ticked off now, suddenly, because I’ve been lied about. Indians and non-Indians alike have told and retold the same lies from the beginning. Michelle R. (Hall) “Shining Elk” has now joined the liars, I’m sorry to say. Some of these same people hacked the Wikepedia entry “David A. Yeagley” so viciously and repeatedly that the editors’ article became “protected,” i.e., the attackers were banned from participating on it. That’s pretty disgraceful, and shows how obviously malicious they really are. Remember, it’s the same handful of people, desperately trying to oppose me. No objective, rational person gives them a second thought.
But, it makes me wonder, am I being lied about because I despise lying, and I cannot tolerate liars? Is there an esoteric relationship between my ethos and that which I create in others (the liars, that is)? Who is tempting me? (Nothing, of course, distinguished in being tempted, regardless of who’s doing the tempting, right? Sin is sin, no matter ‘who made you do it.’)
My positions have been simple: I believe that American Indians should have a sense of ownership of America, not just the land, but the country–which was forged in direct relation to American Indian encounters. I believe American Indians should be the exemplary patriots of this nation, America. I advocate no special resentment or animosity toward the white race (except for the liberal racists among them who think American Indians are the same as Negroes, etc.). I believe in the American Constitution. I believe in the Bible, every word, in fact. I delight in belief. It is an aggressive act of the will. (God knows I’m aggressive!) It isn’t a matter of deduction or abstraction. Belief is an act of the raw, free will. I love it! It has nothing to do with culture or race–except for the Jews. That’s why I cherish Jewish people.
For these strange, quixotic, eccentric, or otherwise unusual views (so they say), I am lied about. Is that it? Is it my ideas? My values? Do I attract evil? That’s what I’m concerned about. Do I bring evil out of people? Am I a devil hunter of some kind? This is strange, indeed. Is the devil in me, instead? I’m open-minded about these things. I don’t intend evil. I intend truth, and correction or error. I don’t know that I have lied, but I know others have–about me. I’ve indulged in some pretty wild journalism, for which I have regrets, or at least doubts. But I haven’t knowingly misrepresented others. I have contended with them, and disagreed with them, yes. But they have repeatedly lied about me. That part I don’t understand.
I think it has to do with the fact that I’m Indian, and say the things I say. They just can’t stand the fact that an Indian would say those things. Therefore, they have simply tried in every way to declare that I am not Indian. From day one. Liberals, whites and Indians, have taken this sole defense. I oppose their ideas, therefore I can’t be Indian, in their minds. They have set out to establish a little internet fantasy world, a little anti-Yeagley virtual reality, in which they all quote each other, over and over, and thus build up a little reservoir. They even use my name, David Yeagley, and the name of my ancestor, Bad Eagle, to try and scoop up the traffic I have built on my own sites by hard labor. They cannot be more deplorable, low-life, and yes, immoral about it. It’s sickening, really. Worse than pitiful.
However, in an objective view, I seek to understand how it is that this should befall me. I was lied about, by non-Indians first, then Indians. That’s why I know this is political.
I think one thought. Russell Means never denied my Indianness. I had opposed him from my first articles. But, he didn’t respond by claiming I wasn’t Indian. He stands far above everyone, in my mind, on this point. I respect him for that. I showed respect for him when we were on Hannity & Colmes, too. I know he knew that.
But, as we move on in the campaign for American Indian Patriotism, I wonder at the future of the anti-Yeagley liars. At some point, they will be referenced, no? Maybe not. They are actually very insignificant. But, I know they’re pretty relentless. They are faithful in their attempts to build up their internet fantasy. I am about to employ means to alter all this, and to provide the kind of documentation I know none of them have. (It’s very unlikely they have it, anyway.) What’s interesting is that no one accuses them, my enemies, of not being Indian! They are not required to offer the kinds of proof they require of me. In fact, they don’t even require proof from me anymore. They are determined that I am not Indian, and therefore, it’s not an issue. Everything I say, in their minds, is from the perspective that I’m not Indian. This is their position a priori. I think it’s odd.
I think I have created them. They are evil. I have created them. This is my power, is it not? It’s part of the effect of being who and what I am, and saying what I way. I am responsible for them, for their condition.
Maybe this is a little too much, a little too esoteric, mystical, Oriental, or some other hocus-pocus. But, remember, I am in fact Indian. I am susceptable to weird things! Ha. There is all kinds of power out there in the world. Invisible influence, spiritual force. All kinds.
Bad Eagle. How he got the name. I don’t know. Maybe it fits me. Maybe it is po-ha-cut. This is an unfinished story.