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Indian Mound Destruction in Alabama


Terry Thornton, writer of Hill Country of Monroe County Mississippi, has just made me aware of the destruction of an Indian Mound in Alabama. It is a sad situation that should be protested by all. Ginger who writes Deep Fried Kudzu first wrote about this "wanton destruction of our heritage" that Terry shared on his blog.

Ginger has placed links on her blog for you to go to in order to make your voice heard. It may be too late, however, to save this particular Indian Mound. Her post today with photographs indicate work is going forward to remove this sacred ground. But we can still protest, contact the city of Oxford and the governor of Alabama, Bob Riley! Share Ginger's post with others on your blog, tweet it, post it on your other social networks. I love the state of Alabama, but someone there has just gone too far!

Read Ginger's post and find the links at http://www.deepfriedkudzu.com/2009/07/oxford-alabama-destroying-1500-year-old.html


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Comments

Not exactly unbelievable, Judy, but a sad state of affairs, nevertheless.

As for Sam Walton, I cannot speak for the man, but I doubt he could foresee the direction the country has taken since he first had his idea.

Historically, this cannot be considered a unique event, but I thought we had finally progressed beyond such things.... Read More

Such are the dreams of a dreamer, I guess.
Jan Worsham said…
This a a disgrace that something with such sacred meaning has to be destroyed for the purpose of fill dirt....would they scoop the top soil from a cemetery for fill dirt...I think not.
Thanks Willie and Jan for reading Ginger's post in this link. Sometimes I think all of our dreams are nothing but just that. Dreams.
Teresa Clements said…
Thanks for posting the link, Judy. Very interesting and so sad. That town has lost a very important part of its history.
Beverly Harrison Huffman-Harms Beverly Harrison Huffman-Harms said…
That is horrifying, but happens all too often.
You are both right. Thanks Teresa and Beverly.
That is awful. Thanks for making us aware of this.
Hi Debbie, actually Terry Thornton brought it to my attention after seeing Ginger's post at "Deep Fried Kutzu."
Anonymous said…
You can help this to stop!!
Please sign the petition and invite your friends too:

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/3/stop-the-destruction-of-a-sacred-indian-mound

LA

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