Piti vielä lisätä alkuperäiseen vastaukseeni se että olen ymmärrän kyllä ikävä kyllä mitä amino tarkoittaa. Suomi on täynnä "takkutukkaisia" pilvenpolttajia jotka käyttävät ulkonäköään lähinnä "oikeutuksena" päihdekäytöllään. Näitä takkutukka pellejä löytyy joka joka tuppukylästä ja isosta kaupungista ja kysymällä Yesoksesta tai raamatusta tai mistä tahansa "ei niin hirveä c00lista jutusta" menee luu kurkkuun.
Tuosta orjuudesta muuten, viikonloppuna poikkesi suomessa eräs liettualainen sisko jonka tapasin kaupungilla ja myöhemmin erään toisen sistrenin kanssa tansseissa ja hänellä oli kyllä kovaa pointtia siitä todellisuudesta miltä tuntuu olla valkoinen orja. Sisko kirjoitti taannoin palan historiaansa TwelveTribesLiveUp boardille, tässä postaus kokonaisuudessaan.
Greetings and love to all the I`s dem. I give Jah thanks for the blessings and love filling I heart. Rasta vibes are so high! With Rasta my soul was awakened to live, my eyes opened to see the reality and my heart opened to learn the Truth. Please let mi share some of Istory and feelings with InI bredren and sistren for I is a young dawta (18y/o) that need your guidance and ovastanding. Please I am from Lithuania, hav you heard of a country in Europe wit Ites, Green and Gold banner? It`s a small country in East Europe, on the South East shore of the Baltic sea. There always been an iron board between West and East Europe from history and eastern countries were always opressed, did you know that? Please I ask this, becoz I heard Rasta say that Japhet don`t know what it is to be opressed. True I can neva deny what white people had done to other people and still doing, but would you sey they r my ancestors only coz wi are of the same color? Lithuanian, Latvian people come from the Baltic tribes, the sons of Japhet who settled here in East Europe, some moved more East to India, even Lithuanian tongue is the most similar and relative to Sanscrit. But my ancestors neva practised slavery and opression on other people but were always enslaved an colonized themselves. Please my own mama was born in diaspora, in South Kazachstan, where my grandparents were sent to work ina mine and my grandfather died there becoz of very bad working conditions. Before that my grandma had to spend 10 of her youth years in lager in Magadas near Japan, becoz she was exiled at the age of 18. Many Lithuanians and people from other colonized countries were kidnapped and exiled as free slave labour by Soviets. Again we are independed since 1990 after being a colony of Soviet empire for 50 years. Before them we were under German naciz hand who killed nuff people (especially Jews) in Lithuania, Poland and other countries. It always been like we had enjoyed freedom from Germans for few years, and yo Russians come again, or we escape from Russians and after a week Germans bring back their brutal ways.
Since I was little my grandparents used to teach mi about what they saw and experienced thru these occupations, exiles, slavery. But they also tought mi not to carry hate for them and people of their nationality in my heart. Please when I was little my grandmadda gave mi a book about Afrikan slaves as a gift for my birthday. That book touched mi deeply I cried when I read it. I always cried when I read Lithuanian memory books too. I feel high respect for the Afrikan people and what they had gone thru. Becoz what was done to Afrika and her people is the most wikkid satan work eva been practised in the world! But remember the Word: "Blessed are the sufferers for they will rejoice". Please I hav translated some parts from the Lithuanian memory books into English and would like to share with you if you don`t mind. These are the writen memories from people who had been exiled like my grandparents ina period since 1940. Sorry for mistakes as Im not an English expert. Please I hope you can see that not only children of Ham and Shem been opressed, but even Japhet too and although my color is fair, my eyes are blue and my hair natty blond, but Im not a child of slavemaster...ah know.
From the memories of Antanina Garmute
There was a long merchant echelon standing in the Kauno station….. Stalin’s handymen were cramming men, women, children, sick and old people into the wagons without any justice…..After I climbed into the last wagon, the doors were crashed up and a little grilled window was darkened so that others couldn’t see what kind of ‘animals’ were in the wagons. There were sweating and moaning bodies around me. We were coughing and chocking, gasping for breath, for there was no air and my head was tearing…... Woman, who had to give birth to their children, brought them to life behind the sheet in the corner. Who died – soldiers threw them out. Some got diarrhea because of the troubled water from the road sides. Somebody was inhumanly ugging….. I was just sitting near the wall being ignorant to everything that surrounded me and waiting for the death. I don’t know how long it had been continuing, because days, nights and dreams – all were mixed up. I felt no pain because my hands and legs were swelled out…
When we stopped in the station, we saw a lot of echelons passing by, somebody declared that the whole Lithuania was coming….. Later we crossed Uralo river. It’s dirty water we had been drinking for few days. As we came nearer to Uralo Mountains our echelon stopped. We were commanded to get out of the wagons without taking anything with ourselves and to stand into the colons. They announced that we were going to be taken to the bath. Because everything was happening in a very brutal way, we were beaten and pushed; people decided that this bath was nothing else but a gas camera. So we were going to the bath like to the death, all dirty, thirsty and hungry. Under the hot sun, being constantly beaten we were dragging ourselves along several kilometers. We were driven to some neglected place and we all: men, women and children were ordered to get naked. Soldiers with their guns pointed were standing half around us, watching how the order was executed. There happened to be some girls and women who couldn’t dress off because of understandable natural reasons. But a soldier threatening with a gun made them to get naked and then neighed like a horse!…. But the bath didn’t help us at all. There were no towels and wet people were driven back all the dusty way on their bared and scratched feet…..
The land of Sibir awaited us, our power, sweat, our childhood, youth and bones of many of us. But it was a chance to survive and maybe one day to tell our story of suffering to somebody, and how many trial and tribulation we had to go through while being exiled in a stranger land….. This is our history which cannot be robbed from our memory…..
The first wagons were uncoupled in Cheremcho – tribute for the coal-mines` throats. Others were uncoupled in Taljano – with the potential wood-cutters of the giant taiga trees: men, women, children and elders. Others were taken to the Bodaibo gold-mines. People from my wagon were given to the salt-mine in Usolje. Three week journey from Lithuania was finished…
Although the factory was built by American capitalists in the Angara island, the technology there was of the last century…..It was very hard to work with a pick: you raise it but you are tired and weak so the pick falls not forward to the salt, but to your back… The air was full of salt that crawled into the hair, penetrated into our eyes, ears, skin. But with the time we got used to the wounds and pain. As the saying says that even dog get used to being hanged
Salt was boiled in huge coppers. There was a board thrown across the copper for a woman to walk on it and to stir the boiling brine. Sometimes we heard a short scream from above. It meant that a woman slipped and plopped into the boiling copper. But the production didn’t stop because of this. They just told another woman to climb on the copper to stir the boiling salt. The white salt of the highest quality was exported mainly to China and USA.
It was especially hard for women in exile. They had to watch out of locals who used to rape them. But they liked to trample our men’s dignity in slavery as well. I remember once we (women & girls) were drawn up and ordered to remember what we were going to see. And we saw not a movie or a circus, nor gladiators` fight, but another lowering of man that was interesting only to the executioners themselves. They drove our Lithuanian men all naked and mocking them as they could. But our men walked with their heads high and we raised our eyes to the ceilings or some looked down because raised up eyes were pounding tears…..<o:p></o:p>
We cannot forget anything for our memory belongs to our nation. But we don’t need hate and vengeance for these is the guns of our executioners. We want to believe in the world without executioners and life without violence.
From the memories of Dalia Grinkevichiute:
…..At last we stopped. An empty island behind us. No people, no trees, no bushes, no grass, just eternally frozen tundra. And we are homeless, without warm clothes, without food and not prepared to live in Arctica…… They took our stronger men to other islands to work for them. So we, women and children, had to build barracks somehow….. It was a big ice grave: ice covered ceilings, walls as well as floor. The hair of lying people often got frozen in the wall….. As the polar night reached the middle, from 30 people in our barrack no.10 only me and few women could stand on our feet and go to work. Our masters were sending us to go 7-10km away to look for logs that were brought to Tundra by the river-head of Lena. We had to cut them from ice and bring to our masters so they could warm their homes. We had no right to take even one to our barracks…..
…..Two youths Dzikas and Bronius second time asked for 100g of bread. They didn`t get bread but beaten instead and given to the court. They had to pay their lives for bread they hadn’t even touched…… When Gamziene died there was a small peace of bread left on her breast under the clothes. While her body was drawn out of the barrack, one man noticed the bread, took it out, hurriedly brushed off the louses and ate it. Executioners who lead us to such state, you will face your judgment and be burned forever….. When Daniliauskiene died, she had been laying near her son Antano and others who couldn’t stand up for three days. All barrack was under the snow. The only way to get into it was to crawl down through the narrow cave of snow. Abromaitiene asked Antano to wrap his mammy’s face, but he himself was lying with contracted legs because of drained out blood into the knee’s joints. When the dead body was pulled up with a rope, Antano was screaming: “Forgive me dear mammy that I can’t see you off“….. When Matulis died, his wife was hiding it and was laying near her dead husband for a week so that she could get his bread. But soon she died from famine too….. There were tons of frozen fish that could save many of us from hunger. The master’s didn`t give it to us but rotted it and dumped into the sea…
…..When parents died, children were taken into the other barrack of orphans. They were scraping and eating sow from the ice windows. Dead bodies` carters used to find sacks with children’s dead bodies – skeletons near the door of orphan’s barrack….. Little Juse always cried when she remembered the death of her parents and her six years old brother who was waiting for the promised bread and died so with stretched out hand. Bread was put into his dead hand….. Juse asked people to take her to her brother`s grave. But when she was lead there, she couldn`t see her brother in the whole pile of dead bodies, only by polar foxes gnawed arms and legs, white bones and somebody`s head being rolled by wind stuck to her memory for whole life. Once Juse with boy Stasiunu went out of the orphans` barrack, hoping to find some food. In the sweepings near the slave-owners` houses they found fish guts. Exhausted girl fell face downwards. While the boy went to ask for help, the girl had frost-battened hands and breast, because she had no strength to cover herself. Later it was impossible to lay her down: the breast was frost-bitten – one wound, bedsores on the body parts where bones were jutted out, tropic ulcers from utter physical exhaustion and scurvy. So she was hanged with the fabric loops under her arms. Her legs were rest against the bed and loops were fastened to the ceilings. Juse Lukminaite had been suspended in such posture for several moths. What fault had this crucified child to atone?…
…..Barracks were not heated at all so the dying people had their arms and legs frost-bitten. People were obsessed by the louses which were keeping even on eye-brows and eyelashes….. While our masters lived in warm houses built by us. They were all dressed in fur and ate to satiety food sent to them by allies from USA. Their main occupation was to kill Lithuanians…
…..In winter we had to put fish-nets under the 2m ice. So we had to make a lot of holes in the ice. Each day they frozen over again so we had to take off our gloves, snatch away the ice, take out the fish-net and untangle the fish. The cold was so terrible that fish-net used to become covered with ice immediately, fish frozen like logs and fingers became white. When the fish-net was thrown back and with all our strength trashed hands started to revive, the pain was so big that it took the breath away. Then we had to check another fish-net and repeat everything again. 15 times in a day was the least norm of fish-nets for two people…
…..1947-1948 some of the exiles moved to work to Kiusiur and Jakut. I was let to go too but my very sick mother didn`t get the permission, so I took her aboard into the steamer secretly. On the way NKVD found out that my mother was steaming without permission and they took away my documents….. Their inhuman demonstrations shocked me: to leave a hardly sick mother in North knowing that you will never see her again – normal behavior. But not to neglect her – invalid crime! So without even letting to say goodbye to my mammy I was taken to the coal-mine of Kangalaso. There was no technique. We worked just as our exiled ancestors more than 150 years ago: with pick and wheel. Hard labor was that. But where the hardest and most dangerous work was and the worst life conditions, there Lithuanians were forced to work as free slave’s labor.
From the memories of Antanas Abromaitis:
I am Antanas Abromaitis of Jono, I hadn`t even ten years when I was exiled. I had spent 20 years and 2 months in exile. In 1941 August 14th, 4am, our family was waked up by men who were shouting something in Russian with pointed guns………………………………………………………………………..
……In summer I used to go to the fields to pick peas. And only the Most High know how many whips I had got for those peas. I used to come back with my back bleeded profusely. Oh how I used to be whipped by a long veawed from leather lash, that I will never forget. If adults were cought up picking peas, they would get al least ten years of lager…..
…..I and my sister spent whole winter laying in our barrack, got stucked with louses, in a clouts that were freezed near the walls. Those clouts mother used to bring from the deads. We had no clothes at all. The head was swimming, I couldn`t sit down, the blood was running from the gums, how many times I had lost consciousness…
…..Our mother had to chop up the ice from the river, then take them up in sacks to our masters` houses and warm up the ice so that our masters could drink clean water. Our dear mammyte is from a traditional large Lithuanian family and she is used from the childhood to the hard rural work, so she had to carry the most difficult burden there in slavery for our survival….
…..When it was impossible to fish during big storms in summer, all exiles gathered together in the biggest jurta, where they talked about Lithuania and chanted “Let us back to our homeland…”
From the memories of Paulina Motiechiene:
…..We were put on the barges that were drawed by the steamer. I was waiting for my little bike to be given to me. But the son of one of our opressors sat on it and drove away. I don`t know if this boy felt happy later when growned up he remembered that taken away bike. Or maybe there were more bikes his father got this way for him? I was crying… Then my little head couldn`t perceive that my matherland, my mammyte, bread, childhood and youth was being taken away from me…
…..There were so many people, that there was no place to stretch ourselves…… Everybody was screaming and we were nestling up to our mother even more. Oh how many in agony and dead people we saw around then…… Grandmother and uncle Kazimieras where first from our kinsmen put ashore (there they died from famine). My mother`s beggings to let them go with us didn`t help. Our old grandmother lost the ability to lean upon her daughter`s shoulder, to nestle up her tired head an her children`s knees…..We were put ashore of Pechiora in Ustliaga. There were barracks without windows standing for us. Men had to cut off the trees and women to trim off the branches……And the tragedy happened here. The cut off tree fell down where my mother was trimming. She had no strenght to step aside…The branch cut into her head… All blood-stained she crawled into the road where men were conveying logs with horses near the river. Unfortunately a slave-driver saw her laying on the road. He was a very cruel man. He thought she was pretending and beated her. But when he made her return and saw that her head was bleeding, he just cursed and left her there…..Why? Why she had to suffer? Because of her love for the motherland? A love for her nation and her children?….
…..We were left alone. Famine, cold, poor people around. There wasn`t a day that nobody died in our barrack. Every early morning the slave-driver came to our barrack to urge us to work. One morning he came up and fell upon the first bed where Zhivatkauskas was laying with his children. He pulled the man down, but when he saw that the man was in agony, he left him laying on the floor…
…..I used to run near the store, where the sacks were taken out to be dusted from the groats, peas, haricot beans. I picked them up into my cupped hand and brought home as a treasure. In the evenings we made soup from it…..