The Inter-Tribal Council of American Indians opposes any changes to Alamo or Valero Plaza by the Current Mayor or Current City Council. Perhaps changes need to be made. Why in the world would the White Man lackeys violate a Texas Shrine in this manner. Having been involved in the first Indian uprising in the 90's, I continue to have a personal and family interest in Alamo Plaza and the Alamo Church as every San Antonian should have. I have a FIRST COUSIN, ISSAC RYAN, who died in the battle. He was from Lake Charles, La. My 3rd Great Grandfather was Jeremiah Goins and not only was he an original Texas Pioneer, but also an Indian representative for General Sam Houston with the Lipan Apache during the war. I have family connection with Ben Milam and helped bury him (the 2nd time) with Bob Benevides, Xavier Delapass and others across from Santa Rosa Hospital in the 90's. This is an outrage and a serious situation. Best, Gary J. Gabehart, Indian at the Alamo.

INDIAN KNOWS Bright little star Of the people you are I knew in my heart This was the start A friendship to bloom For moon after moon The feeling is there As your spirit glares Others wont understand What is to be human You are an Apache With a friend Comanche XAVIER DELAPASS SANCHEZ MAY 2012

PERFECT WOMAN A place in my heart you are Above everything and all the rest No one close, can come to you Or even put you to a test Out of your body, beauty glows And your love illuminates me Your laugh and passionate smile Controls my life, as all will see My love how else can I say But to the heavens is the height Like all my stars, my love extends In a beautiful moonless night We have a lovely friendship That is, truly the best foundation Together we'll have happiness And succeed in this generation My heart and Indian Spirit To you I will honestly give Perfect Woman you are to me The reason for which I live XAVIER DELAPASS SANCHEZ MAY 2012

THE STATE


Ever since I became Disabled, I get this annoying little visits from a female case worker from the State of Texas, for evaluation. I always like to keep them on their toes by playing with their mind. On one of these occasions it's like I had a Little Red Devil on my shoulder telling me what to say.

The following story that you're about to read, you might wonder, "is it true or is it fiction?" "Did this really happen or did I make this up?" You decide because I'm either disable or might be too many nights of "Peyote" hallucinations.

As soon as she walked into my apartment, my mind was "cock and loaded." Her first words were, "Good morning Mr. Delapass," and I replied with, "What did you call me?" Confused she repeated, "Mr. Delapass," as she double checked at my apartment number on my door, confirming if she was at the right address. I came back with my "killer" comment, "Oh, that name does sound familiar, so is that really my name?"

As she was still confused she overlooked at my medical reports looking for any old notes where it might indicate if I had signs of Alzhiemers. There was nothing written on any previous reports. Alzhiemers was not the problem here. That's when I came with my disasterous remark. "You see this girl here," as I slightly point to the gorgeous girl in my living room, who might I add, works for the State as my Care Provider, "calls me over 10 different names, none of which are "Mr. Delapass", and nor wouldn't I like to even mention." "All which land under the catagory of profanity."

By then, I suddenly notice that case worker's eyes grew in "awe" as she fumbled a pen and paper assuming to begin writing a criminal report or some sort. This gorgeous girl in my living room might end up either fired or in jail very soon, for committing Elderly Abused on a Disabled person.

I realized that "my joke" had gotten a little out of hand, when I notice that the case worker was definitely very confused on what was going on here. So, I asked the case worker, "Can you replace this girl here because of this?" She answered with a "yes sir, of course, I can replace her today." Then I said, "Ok, let me rephrase the question; Can you replace my gorgeous girl here, even if I don't complain?" That's when she answered what I wanted to hear.... "Mr. Delapass, if you do not complain, then I can't replace her."

The State case worker looked even more confused than before that she had that "WTF" look in her face. I assumed what was really going on in her mind at that point....(Was Mr. Delapass being threatened here? Is that is why he will not complain? Should I call the police and let them investigate?) I had to come clean before my Case Worker would probably get a heart attack.

So, I decided to clarify things...."If her company or you; as State' wants to fire her for this, will she be fired even though I refuse to complain to the so-called "Verbal Abuse" that I've been receiving?" "Correct," was her reply. That's what I wanted my helper to realize the power I had, nonetheless with the State, that no one could fire her aslong as I never complain about it. So I explained, "you see, this gorgeous girl has been my helper for a year and a half, and might I add, also my friend for 7 1/2 years now. I'll admit that I do not want to replace her ever,.... because as how I see it, "it's her and I till the day I die."

At that very moment, my girl sighed and blurted out toward me "BABOSO," outloud where the case worker got to hear her. Which by the way,"baboso" is the spanish word defining Slug, or slobbering fool. So from there, I felt in continuing to clarify things again. "My girl and I have been old friends, that I know her very well that we are always joking with eachother." "Nothing is said with anger or hate." Then I continued...."Yes we've had our arguments when I meddle in her personal life, even though we are not perfect, but we overcome the arguements and continue with our long friendship."

Do you recall when I mentioned above, "Her and I till the day I die"? Hopefully when I die, this gorgeous girl will be sitting by my bed, holding my hand. "Wouldn't everyone like to die with an Angel by one's side?"

I have no idea how else to describe her but, in my eyes, she is an Angel. A gorgeous girl who could be doing better things with her own time than to be working double shifts and getting paid for only one. Also, staying with me all those extra hours to care for me since I've been diagnose with depression, it hasn't come back. So, she helps me by getting out of my depression routine taking me places out of my apartment to distract me by changing my "depression routine" altogether.

Me, in my 50+ years of life, "this Angel" has done more for me spiritually, than any other woman has ever done. A woman that has made me laugh out loud more than I ever have. Driven me everywhere and anywhere I need to go. Cooks for me in a healthy way for my benefit that I've lost 72 pounds in the year and a half that she's been with me in a day to day basis. A woman that continues to teach me something new every day, even using a more corrective way of using the Spanish language which when i was a child, was my first language; although English is my priority language today. This woman literally pushes me to excersize so my health can get better and better. Not to mention, despite of not being her Culture, she attends my culture events whether as my helper, partner, or friend. There are also particular events where she goes with me as my "Date". "If you do not think she is an Angel, God knows she is, because I honestly believe she came in to my life from Him. To the point where she has even taught me more about forgiveness than any Priest ever could."

"To this day, any of my friends that have met her, has quietly mentioned to me that she is gorgeous in and out. I sit and stare carefully not to get caught by her, as she sweeps, cooks or does dishes, just simply amazed by her beauty."

This woman is not only amazing, intelligent, cooks excellent meals that are better than in restuarants, but also very funny that she makes me laugh so much, my depression seems to be a thing of the past. I love how she dresses, (no high heels, which hopefully one day I will get to see.) To top it off, now I can say she has given me the most awesome days of my life.

I could probably write a book about her obviously, but I'll be reasonable enough to notice and admit that it would be best to stop talking about her, assuming you might have a busy schedule.

In conclussion, I ask the Creator to help us all, especially to my gorgeous Angel and her children.


Ura-Ko (Thank you very much)


Dedicated to my friend Abby.

Xavier Delapass Sanchez
January 2012

A letter from my brother

April 18. 2008

Chief:

How frightening it must feel, when the fire is racing towards you, and you are surrounded by mountains. No place to run, no one to ask for help. nowhere to fly away. That's how I imagine a wounded eagle, in the lands where the Sun goes down.

That's how i felt when I read your letter. I wish I could perform miracles. I wish I could chase away the bad spirits surrounding you. Spirits of the flesh and of the mind.

I wish I could stop your boat from sinking. I wish I could gather big buckets and extract the bad waters. I wish I could keep you afloat!

This weekend, God has found you. No place to hide, God has tagged you. And if the winds are right, you will find tranquility, peace and love. In fact, God has always been there walking in your shadow. The question is? Have you looked back to see him? Make no mistake where you are. No more playing hide-and-seek with him. This is it!

The winds have brought you this far. Don't keep him waiting. With eyes that look into the darkness of souls, he has extended his arms toward you. Reach out and touch him. Reach out and hug him. Soon you will be free.

He has heard you crying in the night. Put your hand in the air and touch him. He is there. He is there for you and me. He has been there all along, and I will be here for you aslong as he permits my heart to beat like the drum.

Love you,
Fito

Comanche Code Talker Charles Chibitty Dies


By Joe Holley
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Charles Chibitty, 83, the last of the Comanche code talkers who used their native tongue to confound Hitler's forces during World War II, died July 20 of complications of diabetes at St. Francis Hospital in Tulsa. He had been living at a Tulsa nursing home.

Mr. Chibitty, whose name means "holding on good" in Comanche, also was the last surviving hereditary chief of the tribe, the Comanche Nation reported. He was descended on his mother's side from Chief Ten Bears, known as one of the signers of the Medicine Lodge Treaty of 1867.

He was one of 17 Comanches from the Lawton, Okla., area who were selected in 1941 for special Army duty to provide the Allies with a language the Germans could not decipher. He served with the Army's 4th Infantry Division, 4th Signal Company.

The Comanche recruits created their code at Fort Benning, Ga., in 1941. "We compiled a 100-word vocabulary of military terms during training," Mr. Chibitty said in a 1999 interview with the Armed Forces Information Service. "The Navajo did the same thing. The Navajos became code talkers about a year after the Comanches, but there were over a hundred of them, because they had so much territory [in the Pacific Theater] to cover."

Mr. Chibitty landed at Utah Beach, one of 14 Comanches who hit the beaches of Normandy with Allied troops on D-Day. In presentations over the years, he recalled the first coded message he transmitted that day: "Five miles to the right of the designated area and five miles inland the fighting is fierce and we need help."

Because there was no Comanche word for "tank," the code talkers used their word for "turtle." "Bomber" became "pregnant airplane." "Hitler," Mr. Chibitty recalled, was "posah-tai-vo," or "crazy white man."

Two Comanches were assigned to each of the 4th Infantry Division's three regiments. They sent coded messages from the front line to division headquarters, where other Comanches decoded the messages. Some of the Comanches were wounded, but all survived the war. Their code was never broken.

"It's strange, but growing up as a child I was forbidden to speak my native language at school," Mr. Chibitty said in 2002. "Later my country asked me to. My language helped win the war, and that makes me very proud. Very proud."

Charles Joyce Chibitty was born in a tent near Medicine Park, Okla., a small community in the Wichita Mountains north of Lawton. Attending Haskell Indian School in Lawrence, Kan., he heard rumors not only of war but also of plans the military had to organize a native-speaking unit. He went home on Christmas break in 1940 and received his mother's permission to enlist.

The Army wanted 40 native speakers and managed to get 20. Three were sent home because they had dependents. Mr. Chibitty was one of the remaining 17 dispatched to Fort Benning and then to signal school at Fort Gordon, Ga.

As a radio man with the 4th Infantry Division, Mr. Chibitty took part in some of the fiercest fighting of the war, including the breakthrough at St. Lo, Hurtgen Forest, the Battle of the Bulge and the rescue of the "lost battalion." The division was the first American unit to participate in the liberation of Paris and the first infantry division to enter Germany.

Mr. Chibitty earned five campaign battle stars. In 1989, the French government honored the Comanche code talkers, including Mr. Chibitty, by presenting them with the Chevalier of the National Order of Merit.

In 1999, he received the Knowlton Award, which recognizes individuals for outstanding intelligence work, during a ceremony at the Pentagon's Hall of Heroes.

In addition to his work as a code talker, Mr. Chibitty was a champion boxer in the Army. He had learned to fight at Haskell Indian School.

After his discharge, he lived in Oklahoma, primarily in Tulsa, and worked as a glazier. He also gained fame as a champion fancy war dancer and was invited by many tribes to dance at their powwows.

"He was very good at that," said Lanny Asepermy, a retired Army sergeant major who serves as head of the Comanche Indian Veterans Association. "It's very physically demanding, but Charles was like a butterfly floating."

His wife, Elaine Chibitty, died in 1994. He also was preceded in death by a son and a daughter.

Survivors include three grandchildren.

My Chief n Friend

Charles Chibitty (November 20, 1921 – July 20, 2005) was a Comanche Numunu code talker who used his native language to relay messages for the Allies during World War II. Chibitty, and 15 other Comanches had been recruited by the U.S. military for this purpose since Comanche was a language that was entirely unknown to the Germans, who were unable to decipher it. (The Navajos performed a similar duty in the Pacific War.)

Chibitty was born on November 20, 1921, in a tepee 16 miles west of Lawton, Oklahoma. He attended high school at the Haskell Indian School in Lawrence, Kansas and enlisted in the U.S. Army in 1941. He served in the Army's Fourth Signal Company in the 4th Infantry Division. He earned the World War II Victory Medal, the European Theater of Operations Victory Medal with five bronze stars, the European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal and the Good Conduct Medal.

In 1989, Chibitty and the other two surviving code talkers - Roderick Red Elk and Forrest Kassanavoid - were presented with the Chevalier of the Ordre National du Mérite by the French government. Chibitty's work — and that of the other Comanches who served in Europe — was not recognized by the U.S. government until 1999, when he received the Knowlton Award from The Pentagon, which recognizes outstanding intelligence work. By the time this recognition came around, Chibitty was the only surviving Comanche code talker.

In interviews with the media he would name all of his Comanche colleagues, so that they would not be forgotten. They were Larry Saupitty, Willie Yackeschi, Morris Sunrise, Perry Noyobad, Haddon Codynah, Robert Holder, Clifford Ototivo, Forrest Kassanavoid, Roderick Red Elk, Simmons Parker, Melvin Permansu, Ellington Mihecoby and Elgin Red Elk.

He died on July 20, 2005 in Tulsa, Oklahoma.