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“To Die” A Poem by Hannah Senesh With Commentary & Memories

People ask me why, as a Native American, I have such an interest in Germany. They ask me, some after they’ve made a derogatory comment about the country, on why I choose to live here. And my reasons would probably be questioned and condemned by yet more others when I reference an occurence during WW2, an execution no less, as to why I always felt a connection. This extended to connected to those suffering the aftereffects, whatever nationality or race they are.

In my area where I grew up in the US after returning there from Germany, it was near a large military base which wasn’t as generally frequented by troops as it was more a specialist area, yet there were many wives and children who were attached to military men. There was one woman I knew, when I was about nine years old, who had married an American soldier shortly following the Allied takeover ofNazi Germany and its annexed territories. Though some think of Army (or other military wives as being so fortunate as liberated by Americans) she was a German who was Jewish who survived the war, but like many still today, people were ignorant and couldn’t differentiate between certain things: Nazi or German, or Jewish yet still German.

She married an American as a very young girl who’d lost all her family and moved to the US, yet her husband, whenever he was in his cups, which was frequent, chose to abuse her for her countrymen and their list of sins. Countrymen and women who had rejected her as being German based on a new regime’s declaration, along with the many Germans who were Jewish and had lived, worked and battled for Germany for hundreds of years.  The same ones who agree to have their own ethnically linked people who were declared unworthy, to then be destroyed.

When my Korean amah, who was herself an Army wife, used to visit this woman, they would talk. I remember the German Jewish woman with her heavily grey streaked brown hair and large brown eyes as she would try not to cry at first…but tears would soon stream down her face. I wasn’t supposed to move from my place or speak to interfere in adult conversation, but it hurt me so much because I wished to comfort her.  I wanted to understand more than I did, and this prompted me to begin my studies in 19th and 20th century Europe, especially Germany, and inevitably, it morphed into the Nazi states.

So, I live in Germany now, and though some people question how relevant the events of 70 years ago are still today? That is a question which is pertinent but obviously from someone who does not live in Germany. And even if they did, they might not fully understand any answers, unless they spoke German and had been trusted to listen to personal memories in a certain way. Or most especially even if they came into any sessions of any kind with preconceived ideas of guilt, even to descendants, without being willing to listen.

The film, “Hannah’s War” was released in 1988, the story of a Hungarian Jewess who lived through the rising horror, joined the resistance, yet eventually died from a firing squad after being captured as a paratrooper and valiantly refusing to give up pertinent information under extreme torture. We have films like Schindler’s List, Sophie’s War, and Life is Beautiful, all telling important, horrifically important stories, but don’t forget those like this young woman, or to read the journals and stories of those whose words survived, because for me…it is so…I can barely take a breath to consider it: there were millions upon millions of brillant, wonderful people who were murdered. One such as Hannah Senesh, also written Hannah Szenes and others depending on language.The world cannot reverse in time, but just consider that of those millions of millions in the Holocaust and wars of the 20th century, of those minds and people who might have studied and lived and produced cures for this or that disease; who might have brought a new age of Renaissance to mankind, but generations were wiped out!

Please visit the site Hannah Senesh for more poetry and do not think of such things as “past”, for  just like the Holocaust, the American Indian genocide is never past. With my own peoples and their cultures, not only in a way to see a people as inferior but also to steal the land they inhabited, as Ray Cook said in his article on ICTMN, the U.S. goverment “has refused to find a place in its history to accommodate the ones who gave the most to America’s existence, either by friendship or by force” finding themselves to be “selfish in its hunger, unreliable in keeping its agreements and disrespectful to those they don’t understand.”

Certainly I do not represent or support anyone, however connected to the events, to always seek some kind of compensation, especially monetary, but the fact is, especially in the case of the U.S. government they don’t acknowledge what they did and the damage it did and continues to do. This backs self-serving groups, especially hate or separatist groups or evolutionists who believe they are right in what they claim or try to enact.

Please read Hannah’s other poetry and the stories of others, of all races, all countries, both old and new and let it help you be a better person and human who cares to help others instead of just dismissing anyone or any group that doesn’t just believe and look like you do for whatever reason, even if you disagree with them for some reason. That’s what gotten our world into the state it is in.

To Die

To die… so young to die… no, no, not I.
I love the warm sunny skies,
Light, songs, shining eyes,
I want no war, no battle cry –
No, no…not I.
But if it must be that I live today
With blood and death on every hand,
Praised be He for the grace, I’ll say
To live, if I should die this day…
Upon your soil, my home, my land.

–Hannah Senesh


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What’s a “Real” Native American? A Literary Prospective…

Native American Beauty by Red Haircrow

Native American Beauty by Red Haircrow

The answer would depend on who you ask, and whether you wished a technical/genetic/geographic reply or one based on personal knowledge, belief or history. Sometimes they coincide, sometimes they do not. Sometimes it’s just a feeling or so I’ve been told, and I’ve not disagreed with those who feel they are native in spirit, but may not be so by birth or ancestry, but yes, their actions or lifestyle etc. would show me their heart.


I am mixed Native American, as many natives are these days, in that you are not just from one native but a couple, or a few. My ancestry is Chiricahua Apache and Cherokee, and there’s a splash of Welsh and African in there also, as my great-grandparents were wanderers, and I’ve cousins that are other mixes besides.

If we have a family get-together, the main relatives tend towards a uniformity in that they have dark eyes and hair, light tan skin to medium, but we’ve also some green, blue and grey eyes, blonde hair, and in my case, red. Recessive genes aren’t so recessive in us, though as you can see in the photo, this is my son and he has a “classic” look. Then some go into the gender differential, in which Natives do not have such a wide divide generally as Caucasian or others. My son has lamented at times he looks too feminine, but I ask according to who? He looks like us, his parents, his ancestors. If someone who has issues with gender and sexuality, or they try to superimpose their ethnicity on ours they try to make fun because you don’t grow a beard a certain way, or your voice is not as deep. I simply don’t understand such propensity to judge and try to shame or belittle others because of differences.

So what do natives look like? Sure, many people saw “Dances With Wolves”, for example, and think all “real” natives look like that, when those Indians were supposed one tribe primarily. The actors portraying them were from various. There are very many different tribes today, and some have distinct looks. Some look more “classically” native (to the non-native eye) and to those who say they are native but don’t know the varieties either. Some have darker skin, some have wavy hair. Some are shorter, wiry, while others are taller with the large ribcage and bow-legged. There is no one “perfect” look, though some may be more aesthetically pleasing to the eye, or have a more stereotypically native look…..


Full post at Songs of the Universal Vagabond.




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Updates and News on Flying With Red Haircrow

Update May 2012. I had a transient ischemic attack (or prelude stroke) mid-April 2012, or last month. Further info is in my post, “Lingering Effects of the ‘Kiss’ of the Spider” at my main website, Songs of the Universal Vagabond.

Update January 2012. Whether you follow the “Flying With Red Haircrow” review/interview blog site or just happen to stop by sometimes, you’ll find there are periods of time where I do not post, and for seekers of review, you’ll see I’ve not been accepting reviews since August 2011.

If you journey back to post, Helping Others in Literary Pursuits, you’ll read about why I started this site and why there are significant pauses in reviews or my own writing or interaction online. Recently, the outcome of all that (please reference) is I have to have a major surgery that will require several weeks recovery during which I will be on complete bedrest. Since I still will have to participate in my university studies, I’m going to have to focus on that and healing.

Thanks for your time and reading along,

Red Haircrow


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Updates at Flying With Red Haircrow

Greetings all, if you hadn’t read on my main blog “Songs of the Universal Vagabond” which auto-feeds to a few locations like my author pages on and, the region in which I currently live was devastated by severe weather 27 April. A number of tornadoes caused 250 deaths, left several hundred thousands of people without power and widespread shortages. We’re still under a state of emergency in some areas, though power is restored and the clean-up and rebuilding is well under way. Upcoming at “Songs”, I will post my written journal entries for those dark days if you’re interested.

Alabama tornado photo from the public domain

Alabama tornado photo from the public domain

In early June, I am returning to my Germany, so additionally at the moment, life is heavily busy with closing my book shop, liquidating all goods and finalizing our departure. The other points of note is that my son’s surgeries were delayed as only dire emergency cases were done in the week days past, so getting everything rescheduled soon enough that he has time to recover before we leave is key for me. Lastly, I was fortunate to be given an extension on my university courses, so I am catching up on missed assignments and exams I couldn’t take during the black-out.

For those who’ve submitted requests for their work or interviews, I place all items in queue according to the date I received them. Currently Faith Folau, McCarty Griffin and Anne de Gandt and a few others are upcoming. Nothing is forgotten (even though my computer died during the storms, my data was saved), but life does take affect with a vengeance at times, full of unforeseen circumstances.

I will still be reading and reviewing up to my departure in June, yet understandably, once I arrive back in Germany there will be a period of being offline as I get my computer and office set-up. Requests will still be accepted and acknowledged as soon as possible during  that time, and reading and writing of reviews will take place. I will post all when I am fully back online.

For those who’ve expressed interest, after I reenter the “waters” of my place there, I will be looking to expand my publishing brand to accept clients for publication and possible collaborators for writing projects. That information will be posted under “Our Publishing” here on Flying With Red Haircrow.

I am always available for feedback, comments or queries at my email address theredhairedcrow at or you can post a message to the entry and I will receive notification.


Red Haircrow


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