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LETTERS continue fish, hike and study nature. If there is wood or posts and poles to harvest — open the roads, but close them after the harvesting is done. In other words, save the Rez from getting all sliced up. I’ve lived here all my life -- I know what thin-cutting find slash-cutting has done. The game disappeared and Christmas tree cutting also disappeared. When the law of the land was strict, the Indian people had riches of game, timber, Christmas trees, scenery. So, people, let us think before we jump into the frying pan. God bless you all. Plassie Stanger Poison P.S. Remember our older people, too. Is everyone an immigrant? ____________ Editor: Sometime ago I read in The Char-Koosta an article about the Indians being immigrants to this country, very much like the Caucasians and others to this country. I wrote a letter then but was busy and it never got mailed and in due course it got mislaid. If anyone answered the article I missed it so if no one did I would like to put in my two bits'worth. Over the years, I’ve heard many rationalizations by so- called intellectuals about Indians and their legitimate claims to this country - an argument which is academic now, due to the occupation of this country by the Europeans. But we do have some treaty rights which are due us. For that reason Fm putting forth my argument, which is, essentially - if the Indians are immigrants to this country, then so are the Anglo-Saxons to England, the Celts to Ireland and Scotland, the Norwegians and Swedes to Scandinavia and so on. Tell them they have no rights to their country because they immigrated to these countries. How ignorance and stupidity as put forth by these two individuals get enough credence as to be acknowledged by anyone is beyond me. While I’m spending 22‘t for postage, Td like to make a comment about the Howlett and Barber feud ( or whatever it is called). I don’t know the particulars, as the waters are a little muddy. There may be some basis for criticism, but I’ve seen instances before (quit common instances) of indivi duals who derive great pleasure in playing the game of “Uproar”. HI leave the rules of the game for the reader to determine, based on their being at the scene. Wade H. Thomson Bakersfield, CA The CHAR-KOOSTA reserves the right to limit frequent writers. Unsigned letters will NOT be printed. Names may be withheld by request, but unsigned letters will be filed and forgotten. Opinions expressed on the Letters page(s) do not necessarily reflect those of the CHAR-KOOSTA staff, the Tribal Council, Tribal employees, or the Tribal membership at large. Impressions Lila with the slow, sweet smile Not many children moved me quite so deeply as Lila did the first time I met her. I had seen her playing by the side of the road with other children and her sweet smile always seemed to catch my eye. One afternoon shortly after my daughter had returned home from school, there came a soft knock at our door. I opened the door to find Lila there looking up wide-eyed. Im mediately we both broke into open, generous smiles. She had come to play with my daugh ter, Alina. Lila is a little Indian girl with light brown, smooth skin. Her eyes are not large but seem to be because of the softness which they blend in with the rest of her face, a long face with rounded features. Her cheekbones are pro nounced but rounded and her full lips form a sort of knowing close-mouthed smile. She wears her hair in two brown braids that start high on her head with no bangs over her forehead. I was busy cleaning house so the girls went on to Alina’s room to play. They played for quite awhile when my daughter began to get quite silly and giggly, running recklessly around the house. Lila stood quietly taking it all in. She looked at me with her slow, gentle grin. U/e both agreed that Alina was a very silly girl and laughed. Lila seemed to have a little mother’s in stincts that I have never related to in a child so young. To me she is a very unique child with a sensitivity and sureness of herself that I deeply admire. I feel so lucky to know sweet little Lila. (Note: Head Start director Jeanne Christopher asked us to share the above, which was written by Dellie Cote Phillips as a class assignment at Salish Kootenai College. The story is about Lila Black, a Ronan Head Start child, Christopher writes, and a classmate of Phillips' daughter Alina. June 27, 1985 CSKTs Char-Koosta News, Pablo, MT Page 9