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So I was not aware of the whole controversy over the Native American demonstration in DC until yesterday, and I am glad. Glad because yesterday I got to see more of the picture of what went on. Far too often people get on here and pick some side without knowing what happened. It doesn't hurt to take some time and let things play out before rushing to judgment.
      Now what I want to express today is my view of the situation in hopes of bringing back some civility to our discussions in real life and here on the Internet. First off I must say this, I am just a man, I am not perfect and nothing I say on here is divine truth. This is opinion that I base on my observation and the values I believe in. So here is my take.
      The Native American group had a permit and was there to peacefully express themselves. Anyone in the area should have gotten out of their way and allowed them to perform. The group being labeled as black Israelites were there as they probably are ever…
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