medicine--laughter positivity forgiveness GOD

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AMOT - I value this CHAMORU WORD TO MEAN TWO THINGS: ONE IS MEDICINE,
THE OTHER IS TO TAKE AWAY....I THEORIZE TO TAKE AWAY THE SICKNESS.
Rewound
The coal black jagged backstreets of the village island were strewn with vagabonds,
immigrants, surfers, goners, and losers', handicapped, mentally retarded motte crew
community of 2051 in Guam. Yet it looked right out of the storybook of 10-14th century
Europe with its 100-year wars.
Buildings are charred, empty, neglected, baron land, making envisioning the once
tropical paradise impossible. In unison, man and earth, trade wind, joggers, and sun
tanners stretched peacefully all over the powder-white sandy beaches just 30 years
ago.
A woman walking humped over with a long skinny crooked stick carrying her salvaging
basket woven of plastic bags left over from days of plastic manufactured right on this
once bustling island by the one and only Gene and Lydia Fleming Black Plastic
Company' in the 80s.
The humped woman thinks she's died and gone to hell as she treks painfully uphill; she
hears the mentally challenged, overweight, and bald genderless people of their
own making, ...they put on weight to keep the sex-hungry animals called men at bay
and bald to keep the lice and cockroaches off.
They call out, ‘Eh, put some clothes on' to the 'cool cat surfer chics and dudes as the
surfers rinse off their naked, thin, sun-burned bodies from the water they've collected
several hundred miles south in Chuuk Lagoon, the only island in Micronesia with
unpolluted water—about a thousand filled bags they'll sell for their meager lives. The
plastic bag was the only resource not worth a penny to the RICOS (rich islanders,
crooked office subjects). The new race remained indestructible, buying up all bottles
and all other recyclables for the Chinese, who voted in our President, as we now are
ruled by the Chinese president.
As the woman switched her carriage to her other shoulder to ease the crease on her
leathered-tanned arm, The swishing plastic clear, crunchy sounds stirred up the pack of
hungry sleeping dogs. They rested so soundly content with their morning feast earlier
when one of the four-legged animals chewed off a drunkard-sex-craved two-legged
animal that no one bothered to help as disdain rotted from dregs of inhumanity scorned
from years of disparity. For some unknown reason, the old woman, firm in her belief that
this is ‘Hell,' closed her eyes and opened her arms to the sky.
Here's what she saw...her life before her. In 2012, all the pleasantries and

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Rewound: 2000... Describe her good island living…once family-owned glass bottom,
parasail jet-skis snorkeling in the crystal clean and clear waters of Cabras Island within
Glass Breakwater.
But when she opened her eyes, she saw the mangiest and most giant dog of the pact
right on her, standing face to face, paw to palm, spread-eagle.
What she thought of again was that this is HELL, and so if she's in HELL, to hell with it
all; she looked right at the dog and said, 'Come on now, be cool! And when she felt that
he would not let the pack see him cower to the gentle woman's touch, the woman felt
her blood heat up. She shouted, 'Oh yea, how about I crack,.'..and from out of nowhere,
one surfer, chic clad only in baby blue colored bra and panty, blond and fit, pulled an
arrow the old woman had never seen before. Only a recollection of stories her Nana
had told of their 4000 years on the 95 million years of lava and coral island.
Reminiscent of their ancient weapons using the bones of their loved ones. It looked
like... made out of whale bones, possibly bones of ancient people of CHamoru
Micronesian in the Marianas. All of a sudden, all she heard was this 'wisp' on her left
side, and then a flying pack of dogs kicked up no dust, leaving nothing behind but dust
of gold filigree -
A trickle story is inserted here.
Open scenes SPANISH WAR1600-1636? Gold filigree Research War, Trading Route
in the 1700s. The Age of …. A period between —/—/.
LP Flders CH
Archeological Historical Guahan
https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkxs2UnWXTqOyBLXbNGv9dWbhvreMsLAAVF
Insert pre-American records, land management. Ask Peter Alexis if he has all the
papers I researched.
Input Amot ...see Amot book.

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LOURDES UNTALAN FLEMING ALONSO
It is funny how I never thought of our island's people in Guam to be prejudiced. I know now that
it is a different kind, a subtle one. I was ten years old when I heard a racial slur. The neighbor
whispers about our family name (Fleming) being ‘Americano’ and that we looked ‘mixed’ and
rumored to be of ‘Gupalao’ race--- and I remember hearing an adult neighbor say it out in a
disparaging tone. I never repeated it to my Mother as I considered her feelings. Gupalao is a
derogatory word for Micronesian. It was my feelings of inferiority toward my Mother, her dark
skin, and my curiosity about how she kept to herself and her family. Still, I sensed her power of
having a deep sense of herself and probably never was affected by my and others’ ignorance.
My Mom’s mix of ¼ blood Filipino and Chamorro and, alas, born in Yap Island, was
immediately a gossip item that increased as her art in the garden flourished. While my Dad, a
self-employed architect-carpenter with Scott-Marshallese father and CHamoru-Spanish mother,
assimilated into the CHamoru culture as my mother.
Growing up in Guam in the '60s and watching the televised stateside news of the racial
injustices to the Black Americans possibly redeemed Guam's subtleness, with a sense
of being free of prejudice and racism. I recall idealism through the catholic community
in their prosperity detesting such behavior. Yet, at that same time, there was an air of
discrimination through stereotyping towards the Filipinos and other small populations of
Palauans and Carolinians in contrast to the high regard given to the ‘Americanos,’ which
are of the Caucasian race.
The close-knit Chamorru neighborhood in Barrigada I grew up in welcomed the White
contract teachers, inviting them to their fiestas. There were no Filipinos or Outer-
Islanders in our community. I witnessed first-hand the ramifications of such
discrimination at Ypao Beach. There was a big celebration happening in the park, and
being that it was a public park, we freely entered the pavilion, only to be attacked by a
large, angry crowd of young Filipino men wielding chains, sticks and one of them had a
machete, we ran like death upon us as fast as we could back to the car. Then, into the
late '60s to mid-'70s, gangs of outer-island groups banded together, a stark contrast to
the 'village gang, just to be cool with a lousy attitude, unlike the rampant outer-island
crew—an angry group of young men who, like the Filipinos, paraded their heritage
through violence.
I did not feel resentment against those young men. Instead, I only felt an exhilarating
episode in my lifetime. I did not know it then, but honestly, I now can say my parent’s
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hear, allowed me that understanding of their rebellious anger. “No group should be
made to feel ashamed of themselves. (Sue, 2007).
Why is worldview essential in our understanding of cultures? Worldview is vital in
understanding culture because it will prevent disparity, hatred, and war. The 'ethnic
cleansing' wars are prime examples of why having a worldview on culture is so vital for
the survival of the human race. Worldview presses the question even further regarding
one's understanding of one's worldview shaped by one's culture. In a more
straightforward thought, only when I am truly appreciative and accepting of my culture,
similar to being comfortable in my skin, will I be able to be open-minded about others'
differences. For instance, my recollection of my Mom's awareness of the ethnocentric
reactions our neighbors harbored because of my parent's birthplace and differences.
She never negated or separated us from my Chamoru-ness. And part of that Chamoru-
ness revealed, as I even thought, that maybe her dark skin made us feel inferior in our
neighborhood. My realization of ethnocentricity is ever-present because of my human-
ness; I am therefore better equipped not to impose my perception, beliefs, and values
about an issue on anyone.
Memory: Tamuning Guam, across from now Onward Hotel...50 years ago, 1966.
Sunday’s, Shlitz beer, Camels, fresh lemonade. Congregation of Chamorro, Yapese,
Japanese, and Russian languages on high volume blending with the tunes of Smokey
Robinson, Diana Ross, and The Beatles brought on by American Bandstand from
cousin Ray’s television. A mixture of people sit on a 12-foot rectangular Formica
handmade table of Albert Fleming,
https://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=wwXI8ycbPzAhttps://m.youtube.com/%23/watch?v=w
wXI8ycbPzApp Dad’s oldest brother, and partners as homebuilders,). from foundation
to interior (before the demise of H2 workers). Albert’s young wife, Chonkee Ayuyu
Fleming of Rota, never sitting, hostess to the most. Aborigine-looking Yapese
Carpenter, softspoken and kind, Sarangnan, Godson of Dad’s parents, best friends of
their Grandparents, Olga Tretnoff Pangelinan, (Russian Immigrant from Japan, fled to
Yap https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russians_in_Japan). Her hair was always tight with a
thick homemade band of fine swath of cotton, bright red lipstick, and a tortoise jeweled
arm of broad bands. She, with Chamorro Yapese Ben Pangelinan, has one daughter,
Elsie. Mom and her smiles and watchful eyes over us kids doing the jerk and twist to
no end. Cousin Ray’s only sister, Bobby, makes up the very rare brood of 2 children of
Uncle Albert and Auntie Chong. More common on the island are families like mine,
large numbers of nine kids and up; this is Ursula and Tommy’s tribe. Dad, chugging his
Schlitz satisfied, and often he’d bug his youngest brother’s wife Amy, so petite and
spunky (Hawaiian Filipino ) about her singing to a Doral cig jingle, ‘taste me taste me’
whenever she wanted her cigarette lit. Rolls of tongue twists to every language they
speak, and understanding all said was a delight. One evening, an American, Margie
Cushing Falanruruw- married to a family friend of Yap, joined the table in full-blown
traditional Yapese wear., grass skirt, boo, and smarts. As history soon followed suit to
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Barnum and Bailey circus group. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russians_in_Japan Those
were extraordinary times.
Amazing pales compared to my Mom Ursula’s musician brothers. From my
observations, Fernando played Lead Base (the most serious), Mayo, harmonica, and
voice. (Most social and like the rest, low-key, unassuming).
They all sang, except Mayo; although he knew the lyrics, he’d instead blow into his
harmonica with swigs of Schmitz to wet his lips. , Oncho, base. Vicente, all
instruments. (Most shy and protective, although they all were, he was fist-pounding to
ensure his little boys would be protected every second by every member of his
immediate family, or there would be anger). CHuming rhythm and singing. (Chuming,
the most incredible dude, fought the Vietnam War for as long as they’d have him. My
grandma Felicidad was quite a jet trotter all over the US because of this generous Uncle
Chuming. Although he came out of the war unscathed, he returned to Guam only to be
dismayed by family dramas). Uncle Pete, background sounds with snapping fingers
and tongue and dancing to the tunes of Cha’cha and jitter-bag. His favorite dancing
partner is his joyful, easy-going Auntie Eugenia.