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Our Story Is Cosmic And Reflects Our Relationship With The Universe
It is a lesson that America should learn and live by. Great nations are judged by how they treat their indigenous people. If America had treated its indigenous people fairly and justly and had taken this lesson to heart in the way it treats the indigenous people of other worlds, would 9/11 have happened? It is something to ponder. The signs, posters and stickers may be gradually disappearing, but I hope the deep feelings that caused them to be exhibited are never lost.
(Tim Giago, an Oglala Lakota, is the former editor and publisher of Indian Country Today. He is the founder and first president of the Native American Journalists Association.)
EAGLE WALKING TURTLE
The following is taken from Eagle Walking Turtles book titled Indian America published in 2001.
"More than 50,000 years ago, our people arrived on this continent. There were seven original people--three men and four women. They came from Man Carrier (our name for the Big Dipper). From these seven people, our people developed.
In the early days men were strong, living without fire, hunting small animals and birds, using sharp shells, stones, or bones to butcher their kills. Later, one of the people, named Moves Walking, had a vision from the sun and learned how to make fire. From then on, our people cooked their meat by boiling it in water heated by hot stones.
All of our people lived together on the shores of a great sea in the south, known now as the Gulf of Mexico. They had chiefs to lead them, and warrior societies developed to maintain order. When our people became too numerous, a medicine person called Slow Buffalo had a vision that everyone should disperse throughout the land. The main council of chiefs divided our people into seven bands, appointed a chief for each band, and divided the common fire among them to establish a permanent relationship.
Oral history recalls only three of the bands chiefs appointed at the council, High Hollow Horn led his people east to little Turtle Island (Atlantis). Slow Buffalo led his people west; they found the sacred arrows, and eventually they found the horse. These people became the Cheyenne, Kiowa, and other tribes. Moves Walking (probably a direct descendent of Moves Walking who was one of the original people) led his people north; they domesticated the dog and were given the Sacred Pipe Bundle. These people became the Sioux and the Arapahoe. Slow Buffalo named the directions and created kinship relations that became the standards for living in peace and harmony.
As our people dispersed, names were created for everything, and languages became different. Customs grew from the differences found in the environment. Because of our living together like relatives, we were doing just fine. We roamed the country wild and free; there was plenty, and we were never in want. The Great Spirit gave us our spirituality, based on the four directions and on the four-legged animals. Through them we sent our voices and prayers to Him that created us all and intended us all to be relatives.
So, our story is cosmic and reflects our relationship with the universe and the whole of all living things. Long before the coming of Europeans to this continent, a man named Wooden Cup foresaw in visions the coming of white men, the disappearance of all animals back into the earth, and the destruction of our lifeways. Prophecies such as this taught our people that certain events were inevitable and that the outward defeat of our culture was a part of a cosmic plan, not the result of individual failings. This lifted the burden of responsibility from us all, our people and foreigners alike.
But, unfortunately, the foreigners did not comprehend the relationship that our people had with all living things. The foreigners had been native people, and they had had such a relationship centuries before, but with the coming of their industrial revolution everything had been lost. They did not know that the four-leggeds and the wings of the air and our Grandmother Earth were supposed to be relatives.
Then the foreigners came on us like floods of water. They covered every bit of the land we had. We looked for islands where we were free to save our people, but we could not do it. We were always leaving our lands as floods of foreigners devoured the people and the four-leggeds even as we tried to flee. Eventually we came to three small islands were we are today, and the flood and it's influences are all around us.
Even the four-leggeds have been forced to live on islands create by the foreigners. The four-leggeds will vanish because of the greed of the foreigners will eliminate their environment. The flood closes in on us continually. The spirituality that our people had was left behind as they fled.
Now we are nothing but prisoners of war on our small islands. We are surrounded by the people we had befriended when they first arrived on our lands.
The first thing our people learn as children is to love each other and to be relatives to our four-leggeds. The next thing is to stand by your word. The Great Spirit made all men all alike, and we should treat all our fellowmen alike. We tried to love the foreign people as we did ourselves. On account of this, many of our people are now in misery. The foreign were men like us in all but their color, and we wanted to live in harmony with them. But now we see that the foreign people have done harm to our people.
As you read Indian America, you will find that our people live today on reservations. Even these small islands have been broken up by private and other government land within the reservation. In many places, our people live in communities without any reservation left at all. Our housing is often built with the help of HUD, and the policies of the federal government combined with the policies of our own sovereign governments have created a system that provides houses, mainly for relatives of those on the tribal council. Greed has spread to our own people; it may be one of the worst traits that the foreigners brought with them.
The houses are often in project tracts in rows. Some are Easter egg houses in pink, turquoise, and blue; stucco houses to imitate adobe in the Southwest; and urban development solar heated styles similar to the one that you may live in. Shacks and log houses are here. Beer cans and dogs and wrecked cars may be in the yards of our people. The domed-shaped structure behind the house is a sweat lodge. The tipis are usually for Peyote meetings of the Native American Church. What you see will depend on what part of our country you are in. Reservations and our people's lifestyles vary greatly in America. Watch for the bumper stickers on our cars: America Is Indian Country; Fry Bread Power; Custer Wore Arrow Shirts; Custer Died For Your Sins; Indians Should Have Better Immigration Laws; and more. Indian humor is tongue-in-cheek, but we know why we are laughing.
And our sense of humor is reviving along with our spirituality. The spirit and philosophy of our ceremonies is becoming strong again in the Offerings Lodge (the Sun Dance), the Native American Church, the Sweat Lodge, the Stomp Dance, and the Kiva. We are aware of the sun, the moon, the planets, the stars, and all living things within the whole of all living things that form the spokes of our Medicine Wheel. Each breath and act of our lives is reflected in our ceremonies and is tied to the spirit of the whole of all living things.
Our people on the small island reservations carry the spirit of the past in their hearts. Adjusting from the culture we left behind to the culture of the foreigners has not been easy. As you visit our small islands, you will be reminded of the atrocities committed against us by racial prejudice, greed, and government policies. You may be appalled by some of our living conditions. But if you attend one of our ceremonies or one of our powwows, the spirit of the goodness of the past will remind you of the time when your ancestors lived in tribes and felt a relationship with all living things. The great hoop of the Medicine Wheel is so big that everything is within it. It is the great hoop of all living things in the universe. We all are within it and have available the goodness only it can teach us.
Do not be afraid to follow the path of the Medicine Wheel with our people. Be extremely respectful at our ceremonies. Wear clothing that reflects that respect; maintain a quiet and respectful attitude; and follow the manners of the native people who are there. You will learn that the Medicine Wheel and the sacred places and look up to pray with the whole of all living things; look down to pray with our Great Mother Earth. All places are sacred, and the great hoop of the Medicine Wheel is always with us. It is with us everywhere, not just in a church building but in the mountains, in the hills, in the woods, and streams, in the plains and valleys, and in the cities of our Grandmother. Within the great hoop there is a center; The heart of all living things resides there. It is where the Tree of Life will grow, leaf, bloom, and fill with singing birds from the wisdom of the elders--if we follow their direction. It is our responsibility to heed their words and warnings and to follow their teachings. The safety and everlasting life of the spirit is found beneath the Tree of Life. Do not be afraid to ask the elders and medicine people about our relationship with the whole of all living things. They will communicate to you the beauty of the great hoop, the Medicine Wheel.
Four quarters define the four directions around the great hoop. Each quarter has it's own sacred colors and sacred objects that represent the four directions, the whole of all living things, Grandmother Earth, and our own individual self.
The spiritual relationship with the Medicine Wheel and the whole of all living things can be and must be reestablished and maintained. The survival of the human race and all other living things depends on it.
We are earnestly pursuing the building of a bridge between our cultures that will bring the best of both into a new culture that portrays the goodness that the world holds for us with a place for all living things to live in happiness.
With one word defined and acted on and placed into reality, we can accomplish peace, harmony, happiness, and love throughout the whole of all living things. This one word is respect.
Aho"
Dehumanizing your victims is a necessary tactic in the process of conquest. Oglala Lakota patriot Russell Means said, "...who seems most expert at dehumanizing other people? And why? Soldiers who have seen a lot of combat learn to do this to the enemy before going back into combat. Murderers do it before going out to commit murder. Nazi SS guards did it to concentration camp inmates. Cops do it. Corporation leaders do it to the workers they send into uranium mines and steel mills. Politicians do it to everyone in sight. And what the process has in common for each group doing the dehumanizing is that it makes it all right to kill and otherwise destroy other people. One of the Christian commandments says, "Thou shalt not kill," at least not humans, so the trick is to mentally convert the victims into nonhumans. Then you can proclaim violation of your own commandment as a virtue." And I might add the same tactics were used by Spanish explorers from the time Columbus washed upon the shores of America.
1849-1850, Nuche
in his 20's, witnessed as four of his family were brutally murdered when fired upon in a early morning surprise attack from Mormon militia at Battle Creek in the mountains above Pleasant Grove. According to the historic accounts, young Nuche
was then taken captive along with six family survivors, and was transported to church headquarters in Salt Lake. Nuche
was then returned to Fort Utah dressed in a military shirt. He then was then made to witness the gruesome decapitation of his kin while held captive by the same Mormon militia at Fort Utah in Provo. While huddled together under the cannon platform inside the fort in the freezing winter cold, as many as fifty severed heads of his family were piled in open boxes and placed before Black Hawk and fellow captives for two weeks until they rotted and then were burned. This tactic was used to "teach the Indians a lesson." Can one fully comprehend the intended impact this "lesson" had on a young man's mind barely in his twenties, whose way of living could never have prepared him or his people for this brutal terror? Is there any question how demoralizing this was? As for those who performed this dark deed, they were never held accountable or punished, but were granted amnesty and regarded as heroes.
Jon Lurie
News From Indian Country
09-30-1995
Black Hawk's bones found in Mormon college basement.
(AP) -- The remains of Ute Chief Black Hawk were kept in the basement of the LDS Historical Department, but nobody remembered them until a Payson Boy Scout started looking.
Shane Armstrong, now 14, began looking into the life of Black Hawk in 1993 for his Eagle Scout Project. His goal was to have the chief's remains registered with the U.S. Forest Service.
"I thought it was weird that no one had records on him," Armstrong said.
I had the honor of interviewing Shane on camera for
our documentary film. I asked Shane, "you were only 14 years old at the
time. Your parents must have given you the idea?" To which Shane
replied, "no, I had a teacher who told me a lot about Black Hawk. I was
interested in him. I was curious where his bones were. When I started
asking people no one knew."
A member of the family of Black Hawk told me the story of the day when they went to Brigham Young University to claim the remains of their ancestor. "We were taken to a two story house in Provo (Utah), and when we went in there were boxes, containing the remains of our ancestors. We had heard of there being the remains of many ancestors stored away in places, but it is one thing to hear about these things all our lives, and another to see. They opened one of the boxes and it was very emotional for us to see. Then we were taken into a room where there were more boxes. They pulled out one that they said was Black Hawk. Then when they opened the box, we knew it was our grandfather. It was very hard for us. There were many tears." I deeply felt the emotions as I was told this story. My eyes and heart opened to the generations of agony my friends have endured. My friend continued, "When we buried him at Spring Lake, the whites showed very little respect, offered no ceremony. It was just a matter of putting him in the ground. But we were filled with sorrow in our hearts. But we were also very angry for the disrespect toward us. As we concluded our ceremony, we looked up to see two hawks or eagles circling above us. They continued to circle then flew off to the east.”
