The Invisible Victim

 By Red Ghetto Rebel

March 25, 2015

Lower Brule, S.D.


I sat and watched the sun fly by and I slept and dreamt the shadows away, waiting for a tomorrow that never came. The walls of this house echo with depression and my purpose is in vain. Packed into this cube with my uneasy anxiety trying to find the light of day in the eyes of my family. I exist in this cycle of aimless lucidity, waiting for the tick tock of humanity.

I am not free and I am not chained if anything I am the oppressed. The act of this assault comes from the violence around me in this everlasting burden of survivability. We all exist in the dysfunctional motion of corruption. Even as we warm ourselves under the sun, we all click past the notch in this mechanized pit of poverty. Did you ever cling to hunger and when was the last time a worry slipped past you down by the river?

We are victimized and abused by our own mental suffering put there by the branding iron of our reservations last generation. Trapped in this bucket on the evening sunset waiting for the darkness and all the creatures that scurry in its dusk. I am a pessimist and an anarchist because I have no choice. I was defeated long ago by the drugs and alcohol consumed by my parents and the welfare wellspring from which I flow.

We children are born of many fathers each connected to the umbilical cord of demoralized human-hood. The mother and the father no longer have the bond of love, they have the emotional scars of lust and addiction they breed their own afflictions. When we are born into this sadist temple our sacrifice begins. In through the maimed and beaten spirit world of our cluster housing we go, if we survive who knows. 

Everyday is another slippage into the level beneath that which is above the horizon of human decency. Again this existence shivers in the presence of culture and yet again it shakes in the light of hope.

No searchlight guides us in this stormy prairie sea and not one helpless hand reaches out to pull us out of this uncertainty. If there could be any word to define the child plight in this depravity it would be insanity. The mothers and fathers are children themselves. Playing parent for the monthly bloody moon time of social insecurity. This welfare paycheck is the poison that is killing the base soul of our sanity.

The political vultures pick at the flesh of the dead and depraved future that bleeds suicide onto mother earth, while the lunatic leaders vomit laughter into their BIA snot rags as they molest their brood in the name of sovereignty.

The immoral Jandreau colors hide the black and white truth of poverty. Drunk off the fermented fruit of lies and greed these leaches suck to their hearts content the bile of tribal deformity.

The invisible poor haunt the streets of these reservation communities, the victims of chance, born into the ghetto singularity. A young mother with seven fathers can never escape poverty. The womb scarred by the culture of welfare and heart broken by the same. 

Their eyes are watching you, they watch you wait for the next day and the next night. You may not see it but they are learning the culture of poverty and welfare by your example. The boys become fathers to many mothers and the girls become the mothers from many fathers. Ultimately and all waiting for the monthly payday promised them by a dysfunctional society.

There is no self worth in this primordial reservation Christianity. The soap shoved down the throats of our ancestors washed out our hope long ago. 

If you want the truth of why the hanging tree still stands? You need only look at your own selfishness. There is no tall dark man taking the children, there is no spirit that is to blame for the suicides of these children. The evil is you and your own choices. The suicidal children lack hope and love from both their parents not a welfare check momma day fix. 

They are the ultimate invisible victims of the reservation Indians. Only you can change it and only you can prevent it, if it’s not too late. Put down the meth pipe and the wine bottle, cast out your selfishness and materialism, close your legs and wear a condom but for fuck sake do something to save your children.




The Cockroach Jandreau

By Red Ghetto Rebel

March 2, 2015

Lower Brule, S.D.

I want to commend the press in their efforts to find the truth to the ongoing political issues of my tribe. Drama never is without emotion but political empty emotion will always shade the valley of truth.
Recently Michael Jandreau commented on the allegations that he is facing to the Mitchell Daily Republic. Honestly, to those who know Mike Jandreau, he is the political chameleon who changes to hide the truth from the mainstream colorblind, uneducated to the ways of sunlight.

What stood out to me was the comment… “He offered a soft-spoken defense against the allegations.” A soft-spoken defense? Doesn’t the snake speak with its soft-spoken tongue of deception? Doesn’t the spider poison with the soft-spoken strike of its spotted stinger? Doesn’t the soft-spoken whisper of death take those we love?

Mike Jandreau is in fact evil. He festers in it but he packages his evil with the soft-spoken tongue of the snake, the poison of iktomi, and brings a death to our people.

Our reservation is our world. We all are born of its roots. It does not matter where we live what matters is why we love our world. To others it may seem like it is simply a political drama unfolding due to disagreeing factions but this isn’t at all true. This is our home where we were all raised and where many of our family died. We have watched our home fall into ruin and we have witnessed many elders fall in this ruin. Mike points to the sky like some great power placed him there but didn’t Adolf Hitler do the same?

No great power made Mike Jandreau and no great purpose was placed upon his Soft Spoken Tyranny. Mike exists because of five little corrupt women on the Lower Brule Election Board, Mike exists because of his followers, his zealots who would allow him to rape their own children as a burnt offering to his corruption. They perpetuate it. In every religion evil has its servants. He exists by lying, stealing, cheating, corrupting… there is no sacredness to his being.

All races have tyrants and oppressors, even ours, and it’s his “Soft Spoken Defense” that grows his cult. In truth Mike is ultimately a thief. He steals from his own people and he steals from the very same white people that interview him. He steals from their withholdings, their taxes, he steals from their hard work.  Never once was there a mention of the $664,000.00 in back taxes he owes. Not only does he steal taxes but he doesn’t pay them either.

We no longer live in a world of transparency or accountability. We no longer know the day without struggle since Mike was elected. His corruption is opaque it hides in the shadows and scurries when the light shines upon it. Not unlike the cockroach and its soft spoken defense.

Come this week our council must suspend and banish Mike Jandreau. The evil in our camp must be driven out this week. Let him point to the sky in his darkened corner and call it purpose when he is banished from the camp. There are far greater evils outside the camp that devour little piglets who wander to far into the shade of the forest. Let him use his soft-spoken defense against the enemy of us all.

There are tyrants and there exist oppressors and many times they may seem invincible but as we have seen throughout world history they all fall. Righteousness always wins. Truth always speaks louder. Change always happens. It may seem scary at first to embrace righteousness, truth and change but once embraced and once that choice is made there is no turning back. The seed of liberation is planted in the hearts of our children with the blood, sweat and tears of your courage.

No Mike isn’t a “chosen one”, evil can manifest in the hearts of all creatures. Mike Jandreau is the combined sins of wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy and gluttony that destroy the hope in the hearts of our people. He has no shame in his sins he shares in no responsibility to his political raping of his own people. He sees no pervert in his mirror just as every little Satanist tyrant before him didn’t as well.

If there is to be one great moment that can come for our people it would be for Kevin Wright, Sonny Ziegler and Desiree Laroche to suspend and or remove Mike Jandreau this week. Find your courage, find your strength, and remember who is watching you.