Richard, I hate that you had that experience while on Qualla boundary, I was there around the last part of December, and all I encountered was a Cherokee woman working in the gas station was a sullen bored attitude. I know that many young Cherokees are taught arts & Crafts in the schools, even the Indian kids who go to the Non-reservation schools in the surrounding communities have the opportunities to learn native crafts, or they use to when I went to school in swain co. The sad thing is that most people can not make a living on just the arts and crafts making, they just do it for surplus money, and they can spend hours woodcarving, or making a basket and receive little from the shopkeepers who offer them a little money, then turn around and double or triple their money selling the basket or woodcarving. --- On Fri, 8/15/08, [email protected] <[email protected]> wrote: > From: [email protected] <[email protected]> > Subject: [CREEK-SOUTHEAST] How do I know about what's happening in Western North Carolina > To: [email protected] > Date: Friday, August 15, 2008, 3:11 PM > How do I know about the Russia Mafia being in Cherokee and > Asheville? > Remember I had a pretty prominent position in Asheville and > still have friends > there, who are in the know. Actually, I was a highly > respected professional > until the year 2000 when a certain political change took > place! LOL The last > time I was in Asheville (last November) a close friend > point blank told me that > the Russians are taking over Asheville and already run > Cherokee from behind > the scenes. Most of his appraisals recently were for > Russian Nationals moving > to Western North Carolina. > > Many moons ago, before I even moved to Asheville, I was a > consultant to the > Cherokee Housing Authority and through the years have made > friends on the > Qualla Boundary. Last summer I decided to go hiking on my > birthday, and then > stop by afterward to visit with old Cherokee friends, who > made the best > barbecue around. Their old restaurant had been torn down > and replaced with a fancy > new one in a shopping center. > > Before eating, I walked around the strip shopping area, > looking for a > birthday gift for my sister - who was born in late August. > Every single store I > visited was staffed and managed by Slavic personnel. I > finally stopped a > Cherokee lady on the street, and told her I was Creek. > Where are the Cherokees? > She said that they don't work in town anymore. A few > worked at the casino, > but there were getting to be less and less. Of course, > the Qualla Arts > Gallery was staffed by Cherokees, but that was it. I > bought a gift for my sister > there, since there stuff were the only "real" > looking things in town. > > I then drove back the barbecue restaurant, I walked in and > didn't see a > Native American in the place - either eating or working. > Two Scandinavian looking > gals (college age) were the hostesses. I asked them in > English, if they were > Swedish (Jag taler svenska) They said they were college > students from > "Southern" Russia. I thought that was strange > since the southern Russians tend to > look Middle Eastern. > > My waitress was from Brazil. I asked her what had happened > to all my > Cherokee friends that had worked there for two decades. She > said that when the > Russians bought the restaurant three years ago, all the > Cherokees had been fired. > In fact, she was only person they kept. The manager was > from Poland. All the > other employees were from Russia, Ukraine or Poland. She > said that was pretty > much the situation in all the stores and restaurants. She > also was on a > student visa, but had never attended college. The Russian > owner got her card > renewed each year. A little later, I glanced back into the > kitchen and did see a > Cherokee teenager working! He was washing dishes. > > The barbecue was as great as ever. A free ice cream came > with the meal. It > was served by the blond girls from "Southern > Russia." As I was walking up to > the ice cream counter, I heard them speaking a dialect of > Finnish. I said > about the only words I remembered in Finish from my days > of working in Sweden - > for "hello." That is absolutely all I said, > other than I would like two > scoops of butter pecan ice cream in English. They freaked > out. One raced back to > the kitchen while the other nervously scooped my ice cream > order. > > Within a minute or so, a big, black limousine roared up to > the front door of > the restaurant. A big, puffy-faced, evil-looking Russian > got out. He peeked > in the door and said something to the Russian girls or > wherever they were > really from. Moments later, three Cherokee Tribal Police > cruisers and a SWAT > squad SUV flew into the parking lot, lights flashing. The > four police officers > chatted briefly with Russian, looked at me through the > windows and went in. > They all sat at the table next to me. > > None of the officers looked Indian. This was a big change. > Always before, > Cherokee police were the best of the best Cherokee warriors > - and were highly > respected. In fact, I would swear that one of the officers > was from the > Baltic countries himself. He spoke proper English, but > didn't have a Southern > Mountain accent. > > In a menacing tone, the SWAT officer asked me what I was > doing in Cherokee? > > "Duh-h-h-h-h, eating barbecue and ice cream." > > They grilled me for several more minutes about my purposes > on the rez, > where I lived, my drivers licence, did I have criminal > record, etc. until I got > fed up and flashed them my Creek tribal membership card. > They immediately > became more polite. They then told me to leave the > reservation as soon as I > finished my meal. They never said one word about what I > had done wrong. After > telling with a friend in federal law enforcement about the > incident, we both > decided that everybody thought I was an INS undercover > agent, because I was > alone and look very athletic - wear my hair very short in > the summer. > > I didn't leave immediately. I went straight to the > home of an old Cherokee > friend, who had managed the Penny's store in > Asheville, before retiring back > on the rez. I told him how I was treated. He wept as he > explained how the > Russian Mafia had taken over at Qualla. A few Cherokees > were getting rich, > politicians were getting paid off, and the rest of the > people were basically > welfare Injuns, getting by with checks from the casino > profits paid to the > tribe. Very few of the young people wanted to make crafts > anymore, and the > educated ones were being forced to leave Qualla to get a > job, unless they were > teachers. > > Not going back to Cherokee any time soon. > > Richard T. > > > > > > > > **************Looking for a car that's sporty, fun and > fits in your budget? > Read reviews on AOL Autos. > (http://autos.aol.com/cars-Volkswagen-Jetta-2009/expert-review?ncid=aolaut00030000000007 > ) > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word > 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and > the body of the message

Leon, My mother's family line (Reagan / Husky) emigrated from Swain County (N.C.) , early 1890 or so to Arkansas. Some other family marriage connects there would have been (distant..) Ogle and Emmert. Some of these related people applied (east vicinity of Gatlinburg, TN.) to the Baker Roll , referred to the Husky (Huskey) with their applications. The white man and the natives did not want them, they lived on the wrong place then. Nothing has changed. :o) Richard B. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Leon Beard" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Saturday, August 16, 2008 3:38 PM Subject: Re: [CREEK-SOUTHEAST] How do I know about what's happening inWestern North Carolina > Richard, > I hate that you had that experience while on Qualla boundary, I was > there around the last part of December, and all I encountered was a > Cherokee woman working in the gas station was a sullen bored attitude. > I know that many young Cherokees are taught arts & Crafts in the schools, > even the Indian kids who go to the Non-reservation schools in the > surrounding communities have the opportunities to learn native crafts, or > they use to when I went to school in swain co. > The sad thing is that most people can not make a living on just the arts > and crafts making, they just do it for surplus money, and they can spend > hours woodcarving, or making a basket and receive little from the > shopkeepers who offer them a little money, then turn around and double or > triple their money selling the basket or woodcarving. > > > --- On Fri, 8/15/08, [email protected] <[email protected]> > wrote: > >> From: [email protected] <[email protected]> >> Subject: [CREEK-SOUTHEAST] How do I know about what's happening in >> Western North Carolina >> To: [email protected] >> Date: Friday, August 15, 2008, 3:11 PM >> How do I know about the Russia Mafia being in Cherokee and >> Asheville? >> Remember I had a pretty prominent position in Asheville and >> still have friends >> there, who are in the know. Actually, I was a highly >> respected professional >> until the year 2000 when a certain political change took >> place! LOL The last >> time I was in Asheville (last November) a close friend >> point blank told me that >> the Russians are taking over Asheville and already run >> Cherokee from behind >> the scenes. Most of his appraisals recently were for >> Russian Nationals moving >> to Western North Carolina. >> >> Many moons ago, before I even moved to Asheville, I was a >> consultant to the >> Cherokee Housing Authority and through the years have made >> friends on the >> Qualla Boundary. Last summer I decided to go hiking on my >> birthday, and then >> stop by afterward to visit with old Cherokee friends, who >> made the best >> barbecue around. Their old restaurant had been torn down >> and replaced with a fancy >> new one in a shopping center. >> >> Before eating, I walked around the strip shopping area, >> looking for a >> birthday gift for my sister - who was born in late August. >> Every single store I >> visited was staffed and managed by Slavic personnel. I >> finally stopped a >> Cherokee lady on the street, and told her I was Creek. >> Where are the Cherokees? >> She said that they don't work in town anymore. A few >> worked at the casino, >> but there were getting to be less and less. Of course, >> the Qualla Arts >> Gallery was staffed by Cherokees, but that was it. I >> bought a gift for my sister >> there, since there stuff were the only "real" >> looking things in town. >> >> I then drove back the barbecue restaurant, I walked in and >> didn't see a >> Native American in the place - either eating or working. >> Two Scandinavian looking >> gals (college age) were the hostesses. I asked them in >> English, if they were >> Swedish (Jag taler svenska) They said they were college >> students from >> "Southern" Russia. I thought that was strange >> since the southern Russians tend to >> look Middle Eastern. >> >> My waitress was from Brazil. I asked her what had happened >> to all my >> Cherokee friends that had worked there for two decades. She >> said that when the >> Russians bought the restaurant three years ago, all the >> Cherokees had been fired. >> In fact, she was only person they kept. The manager was >> from Poland. All the >> other employees were from Russia, Ukraine or Poland. She >> said that was pretty >> much the situation in all the stores and restaurants. She >> also was on a >> student visa, but had never attended college. The Russian >> owner got her card >> renewed each year. A little later, I glanced back into the >> kitchen and did see a >> Cherokee teenager working! He was washing dishes. >> >> The barbecue was as great as ever. A free ice cream came >> with the meal. It >> was served by the blond girls from "Southern >> Russia." As I was walking up to >> the ice cream counter, I heard them speaking a dialect of >> Finnish. I said >> about the only words I remembered in Finish from my days >> of working in Sweden - >> for "hello." That is absolutely all I said, >> other than I would like two >> scoops of butter pecan ice cream in English. They freaked >> out. One raced back to >> the kitchen while the other nervously scooped my ice cream >> order. >> >> Within a minute or so, a big, black limousine roared up to >> the front door of >> the restaurant. A big, puffy-faced, evil-looking Russian >> got out. He peeked >> in the door and said something to the Russian girls or >> wherever they were >> really from. Moments later, three Cherokee Tribal Police >> cruisers and a SWAT >> squad SUV flew into the parking lot, lights flashing. The >> four police officers >> chatted briefly with Russian, looked at me through the >> windows and went in. >> They all sat at the table next to me. >> >> None of the officers looked Indian. This was a big change. >> Always before, >> Cherokee police were the best of the best Cherokee warriors >> - and were highly >> respected. In fact, I would swear that one of the officers >> was from the >> Baltic countries himself. He spoke proper English, but >> didn't have a Southern >> Mountain accent. >> >> In a menacing tone, the SWAT officer asked me what I was >> doing in Cherokee? >> >> "Duh-h-h-h-h, eating barbecue and ice cream." >> >> They grilled me for several more minutes about my purposes >> on the rez, >> where I lived, my drivers licence, did I have criminal >> record, etc. until I got >> fed up and flashed them my Creek tribal membership card. >> They immediately >> became more polite. They then told me to leave the >> reservation as soon as I >> finished my meal. They never said one word about what I >> had done wrong. After >> telling with a friend in federal law enforcement about the >> incident, we both >> decided that everybody thought I was an INS undercover >> agent, because I was >> alone and look very athletic - wear my hair very short in >> the summer. >> >> I didn't leave immediately. I went straight to the >> home of an old Cherokee >> friend, who had managed the Penny's store in >> Asheville, before retiring back >> on the rez. I told him how I was treated. He wept as he >> explained how the >> Russian Mafia had taken over at Qualla. A few Cherokees >> were getting rich, >> politicians were getting paid off, and the rest of the >> people were basically >> welfare Injuns, getting by with checks from the casino >> profits paid to the >> tribe. Very few of the young people wanted to make crafts >> anymore, and the >> educated ones were being forced to leave Qualla to get a >> job, unless they were >> teachers. >> >> Not going back to Cherokee any time soon. >> >> Richard T. >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> **************Looking for a car that's sporty, fun and >> fits in your budget? >> Read reviews on AOL Autos. >> (http://autos.aol.com/cars-Volkswagen-Jetta-2009/expert-review?ncid=aolaut00030000000007 >> ) >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> [email protected] with the word >> 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and >> the body of the message > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without > the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > >

I knew some of the Husky family in Swain co. Some of them are Indians listed on the rolls and connected to the Taylor and Lambert families. I'm descended from the Thompson, Crisp, Mashburn, Rogers, Blanton, and Thomas families. also descended from the Noland, Fish, Lowe, Mills, Ensley, Harris, Crawford, and Messer families in Haywood & Jackson Counties... The Lowe family is where my Creek ancestry is from. --- On Sat, 8/16/08, csmoke <[email protected]> wrote: > From: csmoke <[email protected]> > Subject: Re: [CREEK-SOUTHEAST] How do I know about what's happening inWestern North Carolina > To: [email protected], [email protected] > Date: Saturday, August 16, 2008, 5:11 PM > Leon, > My mother's family line (Reagan / Husky) emigrated from > Swain County (N.C.) > , early 1890 or so to Arkansas. Some other family marriage > connects there > would have been (distant..) Ogle and Emmert. Some of these > related people > applied (east vicinity of Gatlinburg, TN.) to the Baker > Roll , referred to > the Husky (Huskey) with their applications. The white man > and the natives > did not want them, they lived on the wrong place then. > Nothing has changed. > :o) > > Richard B. > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Leon Beard" > <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Saturday, August 16, 2008 3:38 PM > Subject: Re: [CREEK-SOUTHEAST] How do I know about > what's happening > inWestern North Carolina > > > > Richard, > > I hate that you had that experience while on > Qualla boundary, I was > > there around the last part of December, and all I > encountered was a > > Cherokee woman working in the gas station was a sullen > bored attitude. > > I know that many young Cherokees are taught arts & > Crafts in the schools, > > even the Indian kids who go to the Non-reservation > schools in the > > surrounding communities have the opportunities to > learn native crafts, or > > they use to when I went to school in swain co. > > The sad thing is that most people can not make a > living on just the arts > > and crafts making, they just do it for surplus money, > and they can spend > > hours woodcarving, or making a basket and receive > little from the > > shopkeepers who offer them a little money, then turn > around and double or > > triple their money selling the basket or woodcarving. > > > > > > --- On Fri, 8/15/08, [email protected] > <[email protected]> > > wrote: > > > >> From: [email protected] > <[email protected]> > >> Subject: [CREEK-SOUTHEAST] How do I know about > what's happening in > >> Western North Carolina > >> To: [email protected] > >> Date: Friday, August 15, 2008, 3:11 PM > >> How do I know about the Russia Mafia being in > Cherokee and > >> Asheville? > >> Remember I had a pretty prominent position in > Asheville and > >> still have friends > >> there, who are in the know. Actually, I was a > highly > >> respected professional > >> until the year 2000 when a certain political > change took > >> place! LOL The last > >> time I was in Asheville (last November) a close > friend > >> point blank told me that > >> the Russians are taking over Asheville and already > run > >> Cherokee from behind > >> the scenes. Most of his appraisals recently were > for > >> Russian Nationals moving > >> to Western North Carolina. > >> > >> Many moons ago, before I even moved to Asheville, > I was a > >> consultant to the > >> Cherokee Housing Authority and through the years > have made > >> friends on the > >> Qualla Boundary. Last summer I decided to go > hiking on my > >> birthday, and then > >> stop by afterward to visit with old Cherokee > friends, who > >> made the best > >> barbecue around. Their old restaurant had been > torn down > >> and replaced with a fancy > >> new one in a shopping center. > >> > >> Before eating, I walked around the strip shopping > area, > >> looking for a > >> birthday gift for my sister - who was born in late > August. > >> Every single store I > >> visited was staffed and managed by Slavic > personnel. I > >> finally stopped a > >> Cherokee lady on the street, and told her I was > Creek. > >> Where are the Cherokees? > >> She said that they don't work in town anymore. > A few > >> worked at the casino, > >> but there were getting to be less and less. Of > course, > >> the Qualla Arts > >> Gallery was staffed by Cherokees, but that was it. > I > >> bought a gift for my sister > >> there, since there stuff were the only > "real" > >> looking things in town. > >> > >> I then drove back the barbecue restaurant, I > walked in and > >> didn't see a > >> Native American in the place - either eating or > working. > >> Two Scandinavian looking > >> gals (college age) were the hostesses. I asked > them in > >> English, if they were > >> Swedish (Jag taler svenska) They said they were > college > >> students from > >> "Southern" Russia. I thought that was > strange > >> since the southern Russians tend to > >> look Middle Eastern. > >> > >> My waitress was from Brazil. I asked her what had > happened > >> to all my > >> Cherokee friends that had worked there for two > decades. She > >> said that when the > >> Russians bought the restaurant three years ago, > all the > >> Cherokees had been fired. > >> In fact, she was only person they kept. The > manager was > >> from Poland. All the > >> other employees were from Russia, Ukraine or > Poland. She > >> said that was pretty > >> much the situation in all the stores and > restaurants. She > >> also was on a > >> student visa, but had never attended college. The > Russian > >> owner got her card > >> renewed each year. A little later, I glanced back > into the > >> kitchen and did see a > >> Cherokee teenager working! He was washing dishes. > >> > >> The barbecue was as great as ever. A free ice > cream came > >> with the meal. It > >> was served by the blond girls from "Southern > >> Russia." As I was walking up to > >> the ice cream counter, I heard them speaking a > dialect of > >> Finnish. I said > >> about the only words I remembered in Finish from > my days > >> of working in Sweden - > >> for "hello." That is absolutely all I > said, > >> other than I would like two > >> scoops of butter pecan ice cream in English. They > freaked > >> out. One raced back to > >> the kitchen while the other nervously scooped my > ice cream > >> order. > >> > >> Within a minute or so, a big, black limousine > roared up to > >> the front door of > >> the restaurant. A big, puffy-faced, evil-looking > Russian > >> got out. He peeked > >> in the door and said something to the Russian > girls or > >> wherever they were > >> really from. Moments later, three Cherokee Tribal > Police > >> cruisers and a SWAT > >> squad SUV flew into the parking lot, lights > flashing. The > >> four police officers > >> chatted briefly with Russian, looked at me > through the > >> windows and went in. > >> They all sat at the table next to me. > >> > >> None of the officers looked Indian. This was a > big change. > >> Always before, > >> Cherokee police were the best of the best Cherokee > warriors > >> - and were highly > >> respected. In fact, I would swear that one of the > officers > >> was from the > >> Baltic countries himself. He spoke proper > English, but > >> didn't have a Southern > >> Mountain accent. > >> > >> In a menacing tone, the SWAT officer asked me > what I was > >> doing in Cherokee? > >> > >> "Duh-h-h-h-h, eating barbecue and ice > cream." > >> > >> They grilled me for several more minutes about my > purposes > >> on the rez, > >> where I lived, my drivers licence, did I have > criminal > >> record, etc. until I got > >> fed up and flashed them my Creek tribal membership > card. > >> They immediately > >> became more polite. They then told me to leave the > >> reservation as soon as I > >> finished my meal. They never said one word about > what I > >> had done wrong. After > >> telling with a friend in federal law enforcement > about the > >> incident, we both > >> decided that everybody thought I was an INS > undercover > >> agent, because I was > >> alone and look very athletic - wear my hair very > short in > >> the summer. > >> > >> I didn't leave immediately. I went straight > to the > >> home of an old Cherokee > >> friend, who had managed the Penny's store in > >> Asheville, before retiring back > >> on the rez. I told him how I was treated. He > wept as he > >> explained how the > >> Russian Mafia had taken over at Qualla. A few > Cherokees > >> were getting rich, > >> politicians were getting paid off, and the rest of > the > >> people were basically > >> welfare Injuns, getting by with checks from the > casino > >> profits paid to the > >> tribe. Very few of the young people wanted to > make crafts > >> anymore, and the > >> educated ones were being forced to leave Qualla to > get a > >> job, unless they were > >> teachers. > >> > >> Not going back to Cherokee any time soon. > >> > >> Richard T. > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> **************Looking for a car that's sporty, > fun and > >> fits in your budget? > >> Read reviews on AOL Autos. > >> > (http://autos.aol.com/cars-Volkswagen-Jetta-2009/expert-review?ncid=aolaut00030000000007 > >> ) > >> > >> ------------------------------- > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email > to > >> [email protected] with the word > >> 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the > subject and > >> the body of the message > > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > [email protected] with the word > 'unsubscribe' without > > the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > > >