
House Laksha

About the bond of blood, which can be taken away, and the bond of spirit, which can not.
Every year on February 23, our ancestral calendar reflects our history. Exactly 170 years ago, on February 23, 1856, one of the darkest chapters in local history began in Oregon – the Rogue River Trail of Tears. Indian Agent George H. Ambrose began the forced relocation of 325 "Indian Refugees" – as sovereign people were officially called at the time – from the temporary Table Rock Reservation northward to the site that would later become the Grand Ronde Reservation. The march took 33 days and covered 263 miles along a wintery, mountainous, and arduous route. The Confederated Tribes of Grand Ronde is a confederation of more than 27 tribes of western Oregon and neighboring regions, whose sovereign people were herded into a single location to free up land for settlers and "resolve the conflict" they had not created.
In his journal, Ambrose records mundane details that suddenly become terrifying precisely because of their "ordinariness": how there were not enough sled teams; how they had to buy shoes, blankets, and tents; how the sick, the elderly, and the exhausted had to be carried because they could not walk. In his final entry, Ambrose sums it up: "So ends my journey & journal. He writes of 33 days, 263 miles, and notes: 8 deaths and 8 births – that is, the number of people "remained the same." But "the same number" does not mean the same lives! These are living, sovereign people, torn from their homeland, placed in new circumstances with losses that cannot be measured by arithmetic.
Oregon’s history of forced relocations is not limited to a single road. Research literature on the history of the Siletz tribe records that the first removals to the Siletz Reservation took place in the winter of 1856 – Kalapuya, Molalla, Umpqua, and others – followed in June-July by two arduous relocations "primarily by sea" from Port Orford to Grand Ronde, and later by a grueling overland trek from Port Orford to Siletz. The Oregon Encyclopedia also notes that in the summer of 1856, two large groups were transported by boat from Port Orford to Portland and then to the Yamhill Valley, while another group was driven on foot to the Siletz coast.
The ancestors of our Veps indigenous tribal people also walked their own trails of tears. The Finno-Ugric, Finnish-speaking communities of the Soviet Union’s Northwest in the 20th century endured forced resettlements and pressure on their traditional way of life: In the early 1930s, the Veps were caught up in the wave of collectivization, dekulakization, and the repressive system of special settlements, when people were declared "socially alien" and forcibly removed from their native lands. Some Veps families were torn apart and found themselves outside their historical territory, including in Siberia, as well as in other regions of forced resettlement and labor exploitation of special settlers, including Kazakhstan, where large waves of exiles and displaced people were sent during those years.
Today, we Veps are a small indigenous and tribal people; our Veps language is endangered. In the blood of the Laksha clan flows the blood of our ancestors – the Veps indigenous tribal people of the Laksha clan – and our ancestral sovereign memory. We know that there is a brotherhood of blood, and it can be destroyed by war.
We remember that there is a brotherhood of the land, and it can be taken away by resolutions, orders, and "resettlement." And we know that there is a brotherhood of spirit, and this sacred knowledge resonates within every member of the Veps indigenous tribal people of the Laksha clan through the story of Standing Bear, chief of the Ponca tribe, which took place on May 2, 1879, in a courtroom where the chief had to defend the honor of his sovereign people.
After a lengthy hearing in the courtroom, Chief Standing Bear suddenly raised his hand, looked at it before speaking, and then, in a translation by Suzette LaFleur of the Omaha people, delivered a speech in his Ponca language.

Chief Standing Bear is shown standing with a tomahawk, next to his seated wife, Zazette Primeau, and their orphaned grandson, Walk In The Wind.
"This hand is not the same color as yours," he said to the judge in a low voice, "but if I pierce it, I will feel pain. If you pierce your hand, you too will feel pain. The blood that flows from my hand will be the same color as yours," he said, "I am a Man. The same God created us both."
And then the chief recounted his dream. In it, he, his wife, and his son had climbed a cliff overlooking the rushing Niobara River and the graves of his ancestors. In this dream, there was only one man standing between him and his homeland.
He turned to the judge and pointed at him. "You are that man," he said. A deep silence hung in the air. Someone in the audience began to clap, and then to cheer. Soon many joined them.
Brigadier General George Crook, commander of the Platt Department at Fort Omaha, in his full dress uniform, walked across the courtroom to Standing Bear and shook his hand.
Chief Standing Bear is shown standing with a tomahawk, next to his seated wife, Zazette Primeau, and their orphaned grandson, Walk In The Wind.
But for us, there is another important date that we cherish in the memory of our people. According to the account on the official website of the U.S. federal courts (USCourts.gov):
https://www.uscourts.gov/standing-bears-courtroom-speech-native-american-heritage-month
and on the website
https://d1vmz9r13e2j4x.cloudfront.net/nebstudies/0601_0904herald.pdf
On the evening of May 2, 1879, after Standing Bear’s speech, the hearing concluded, and the judge took the case "under advisement" before rendering a decision. And in that speech came the words that became a moral benchmark: "I am a Man", and that very comparison about the hand and pain, and about the same blood. It was not a "legal miracle." It was the return of the living man voice to the place where they had tried to silence it.
Today we live on the beautiful land of Oregon and feel our memory "in our skin" because we remember how expulsion breaks the indigenous tribal people, how long it takes for fear to fade, and how hard it is to pick ourselves up again.
And so we testify openly and solemnly: "Sovereign people who have survived the Trail of Tears of repression and forced resettlement, you are our brothers in spirit.
We hear you. We are learning alongside you to see and understand our dreams. And we are always here for you. Know that on the beautiful land of Oregon there are living people of the Veps indigenous tribal people of the Laksha clan who are ready to be a support for you at any moment with knowledge, labor, time, and participation to the extent that is appropriate and necessary for you: at your invitation and with respect for your protocols and sovereignty.
Together with you, we mourn those terrible events, the losses, and the deaths of our ancestors. And we know that a beautiful future and the world we will leave to our children depend on our unity.
We are all living people! The same God created us all!"

