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Jun 29, 2007

the dollar deteriorates while Wampum holds true


SHAME is the word for lairs and oath breakers.

The government has broken it's word for so long...

Folks like William Penn try to live and learn from Original Peoples but they are subverted and their actions are tainted and destroyed by the lies of the greedy.

It is time for acknowledgment and reparations.


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Shackamaxon or Shakamaxon was a village inhabited by Delaware (Lenape) Indians, located in what are now the borders of the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. In 1682, William Penn reportedly signed a treaty with the leaders of the Delaware village – although this treaty cannot be conclusively authenticated – under an ancient elm tree, which blew down in a storm in 1810. However, before William Penn's arrival, six Swedish families were found living here. The Swedes eventually sold out to the new English settlers. Shackamaxon would later become part of the Port Richmond, Fishtown, and Kensington sections of Philadelphia. The supposed treaty has been immortalized in several works of art (in particular Benjamin West's paintings) and was mentioned by Voltaire. The location of the elm tree is now a park, known as Penn Treaty Park.

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On the banks of the Delaware, at Shackamaxon (afterward Kensington, and now a part of the city), stood a great elm, where in earlier times the Indians had assembled on important occasions, and the name of the place signified, in the Indian language, the "locality of kings." Here representatives of the Delawares, Mingoes, and other Susquehanna tribes made with the Quakers a treaty of peace and friendship which, according to Voltaire, "was never sworn to and never broken."

The influence of Penn was so great among the Indians that to be a follower of his was at all times a passport to their protection and hospitality. George Bancroft says that "while every other colony in the New World was visited in turn by the horrors of Indian warfare, no drop of Quaker blood was ever shed by a red man in Pennsylvania."

http://www.rebelswithavision.com/arthurstclair.com/williampenn/


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History

In the year 1683, the land that is now the park was part of the Lenape village of Shackamaxon. Under a picturesque elm tree immortalized in a painting by Benjamin West, William Penn famously entered into a treaty of peace with a chief of the Lenape turtle clan named Tamanend (later referred to by the Dutch as Tammany or Saint Tammany).

Penn, unarmed in accord with Quaker custom and speaking the Algonquin language, proclaimed that, "We meet on the broad pathway of good faith and good-will; no advantage shall be taken on either side, but all shall be openness and love. We are the same as if one man’s body was to be divided into two parts; we are of one flesh and one blood." Tamanend replied, "We will live in love with William Penn and his children as long as the creeks and rivers run, and while the sun, moon, and stars endure."

This peace between the Lenape turtle clan and Penn's successors would endure almost a century, until 1782. It was remarked upon by Voltaire, who called it "... the only treaty never sworn to and never broken."

The famous elm tree under which the treaty was conducted fell during a storm in 1810. Soon thereafter, a monument was erected on the site where the elm tree was located to commemorate the treaty. The small obelisk remained tucked away in the northwest corner of a lumber yard that sat on the stite, until actions were taken in 1893 to acquire the land and build the park that we have today. The park officially opened on 28 October 1893.

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