Friday, April 12, 2013
A clarification from Glenn Morris
Several people have written me about whether the meeting is academic and closed. It is at a panel sponsored by the Western Social Sciene Association at which Glenn will be one of four speakers - he will talk for 15-20 minutes. All such associations want people to join, but it is usually possible to go to the room directly for a single session and not a problem (I have sometimes done this myself and will do so tomorrow). I put it up because Glenn, in 20 minutes, is likely to clarify important issues about Denver, amnesia about indigenous people and Manifest Destiny.
The meeting is at the Grand Hyatt, 1750 Welton Street, at 1 o'clock in the Summit Peak Room.
Just saw this post, and thought you might want to give people on your list a heads up that its WSSA, and not an "open to the public" event. I don't expect that the conference people will hassle folks about attending, but just want folks to know that it's an academic conference panel, and not a public speech -- so, the panel time is divided by four, and my talk will only be about fifteen/twenty minutes.
The Times this morning printed an op-ed from Joseph Brings Plenty, a Cheyenne River Sioux and descendant, about the massacre at Wounded Knee in 1890 and the federal government's stealing of indigenous lands, privatizing them, and creating a circumstance in which even the place of the massacre may be built over. He rightly says that the preservation of Wounded Knee is a core interest of all Americans, of everyone who wants to live in a decent, transformed and democratic (to the extent possible) society, one in which the truth is acknowledged, and not one dominated, even now under Obama, by the drumbeat of continuing war and militarism, continuing murder of non-white people. See here and here.
Save Wounded Knee
By JOSEPH BRINGS PLENTY
Published: April 11, 2013
For the image, see here.
WOUNDED KNEE, S.D.
THE Lakota Sioux word “takini” means “to die and come back” but is usually translated more simply as “survivor.” It is a sacred word long associated with the killing of scores of unarmed Lakota men, women and children by soldiers of the United States Army’s Seventh Cavalry in the winter of 1890.
Wounded Knee was the so-called final battle of America’s war on its Native peoples. But what happened was hardly a battle. It was a massacre.
A band of several hundred Lakota led by Big Foot, a chief of the Mnicoujou Sioux, was intercepted and detained by troops as they made their way from the Cheyenne River Reservation to Pine Ridge for supplies and safety. After a night of drinking, the bluecoats were disarming warriors the next morning when a shot went off. Soldiers opened fire with their Hotchkiss machine guns. At least 150 but perhaps as many as 300 or more Lakota died.
Our fight to survive as a people continues today, a struggle to preserve not just our culture and our language but also our history and our land. Though I now live on the western reaches of the Cheyenne River Indian Reservation, I grew up in Pine Ridge, among my Oglala kin just a few miles from Wounded Knee. One member of my family survived the killing; others died.
The killing ground stirs great emotion in all of our people — memories of bodies frozen into twisted shapes, of those who were hunted down and murdered as they fled, and of those who escaped in bitter cold across wind-swept plains. These stories have been handed down to us and live within us.
One story I remember vividly was told to me when I was about 8 by a tribal elder, a very old woman whose mother had survived the bloodshed as a child. The old woman’s mother told her how her own mother had gathered her up when the bullets started flying. Just then, a young horse warrior galloped past and took the child up in his arms to help her escape. As she looked back, she saw her mother shot down, her chest torn open by bullets. She told her daughter that she remembered tasting the salt in her tears. The old woman told me all this after I had knocked over a saltshaker. Salt still reminded her of her mother.
There are many such stories. The spiritual power of the place explains why members of the American Indian Movement took it over in 1973 to call the nation’s attention to the economic and cultural injustices against our Native brothers and sisters.
Now, our heritage is in danger of becoming a real-estate transaction, another parcel of what once was our land auctioned off to the highest bidder. The cries of our murdered people still echo off the barren hills — the cries we remember in our hearts every day of our lives. But they may finally be drowned out by bulldozers and the ka-ching of commerce.
The Wounded Knee site passed from the Oglala into private hands through the process known as allotment, begun in the late 1800s, by which the federal government divided land among the Indians and gave other parcels to non-Indians. The idea was to shift control of our land from the collective to the individual and to teach the Lakota and other Native Americans the foreign notion of ownership. But to us, the policy was just another form of theft.
The private owner of the Wounded Knee site, who has held title to the 40-acre plot since 1968, wants to sell it for $3.9 million. If the Oglala of Pine Ridge don’t buy it by May 1, it will be sold at auction.
The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is one of the poorest places in the United States, and the Oglala, who are deeply in debt, would be hard-pressed to meet the price. Many elders properly ask why any price should be paid at all. The federal government should buy this land and President Obama should then preserve it as a national monument — just as he did last month at five federally owned sites around the country, including one in Maryland honoring Harriet Tubman and the Underground Railroad.
The massacre site has great meaning not just for the Lakota but for all First Nations — and every American. Wounded Knee should remain a sacred site where the voices of the Ghost Dancers, who more than a century ago danced for the return of our old way of life, still echo among the pines, where the spirits of our elders still walk the hills, and where “takini” still has meaning: the survival of our collective memory.
Chief Joseph Brings Plenty, a former chairman of the Cheyenne River Sioux Tribe, teaches Lakota culture at the Takini School on the Cheyenne River Indian Reservation.