I parked next to a towering teepee on the waterfront, slept in the car, and in the morning met my neighbors, a delegation of senior elders drove 18 hours from Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. . The extent to which I did not know what I was doing was clarified when Chief Morgan LittleSun, 58, a warm and kind welder and teepee builder, told me that his greatest concern came This is not the police - it's the Sioux Tribe.
"Pawnee and Sioux hate each other forever," he said. Although the tribes have signed a peace treaty, LittleSun has seen hostility at phawows, and even fighting.
I asked when the captives and the Sioux people made peace uncomfortable.
"150 years ago."
According to LittleSun, it is the first time since that that Pawnee leaders have traveled throughout Sioux. While war dates and treaties in India are historical oddities, most whites tend to forget, LittleSun is one of many Native Americans I've been to. Meet with anyone whose past does not really die, as words say, not even over. They rattled out the 19th century events as they happened yesterday, and this gathering at Standing Rock is the occasion for a new round of history made. This site called Seven Camp Councils, said that for the first time all Lakota bands had gathered in one place for over a century. Crow that entered the camp during the war, waving flags, singing and singing, brought a peace conduit and some buffalo meat that gave the first real reconciliation since 1876, when Crows Is to investigate Custer at Little Bighorn, US soldiers have received their loving love bait by Lakota. Finally, representatives from more than 120 tribal nations came from Hawaii, Maine, California, and Mississippi.
But when I asked LittleSun, there was a history-stealing tribe of horses, if he felt uncomfortable here, he shook his head decisively, and a smile spread across his face. "This is the best thing I've ever seen," he said. All day, strangers entered his camp, fed food and firewood and asked which tribe he belonged to, and when he told them, they did not hesitate but still hugged him like brother. Uncle, elders "But when I took Pawnee's flag on a pillar," LittleSun added with a laugh, "people move their horses to the other side of the camp!"
A range of kitchens is open 24 hours to accommodate about 1,000 people for free. A microphone was open to anyone, and during hot days, one after another described how wonderful it was here, what it meant to see Native Americans. From all nations focus on common purpose. While I see passion, anger and solemnity, the main thing that I see is joy. Tourists reunite with long-lost relatives. Parents bring small children, and a neat little house teaches them to ride a carriage and make fried bread. T-shirts and banners with slogan slogans like NATIVES WITHTTSTUDE and STRAIGHT OUTTA PINE RIDGE allude to youth, pride and drowning in pop culture politics. A young man rolled over three beautiful girls and shouted, "friends from any tribe." There are singing and dancing and prayers, sweat lodges and kayaks and swimming - an American paradise. Native indigenous.
Between the obvious joy they see is not a minority, but the overwhelming majority, like a white reporter I feel like a buzzkill with the thought of putting up a pen and pads to ask questions. I often go camping in Pawnee, every morning to make coffee for my neighbors forget to bring the jar. Unlike many other tribal nations, the number of people has increased over the last century, the kidnappers traveled from the Missouri River to Oklahoma, with only 3,482 registered members. The leaders told me that going through the rolls after several months when the death toll over birth was heartbreaking.
A few days before I arrived, state officials unloaded a water truck that was available to the protesters. Maybe they think they are dealing with a group of hungry starved hunters who may fear easily instead of a sovereign state with the government, police, EMS and radio own. they.
Within hours, the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe had hauled in its own infrastructure: banks of Porta-Potties, water tankers, a disaster response trailer, Dumpsters, ambulances, a refrigerated semi truck. Meanwhile, each delegation arrived with cash and food. Tons of food. I spent a day cooking meatball stew in the main kitchen and discovered, among other abundances, a four-person tent stacked to the ceiling with bags of flour. The tribe also had its own beef production enterprise. The Yakima Nation in Washington chartered a tractor trailer filled with pallets of fresh fruit and bottled water. Small donations were also received: somebody mailed four packets of Lipton noodles. When I asked how long they planned to the stay, most said, “Till the end.”
One day, it got so hot that I drove up the road to check email under the air conditioner of the Prairie Knights Casino and Resort, owned by the tribe. After days talking about spirit and justice under the big open skies, it came as a shock to hedgehog into the chilly dark cave of the casinos, ABBA tunes piped through the speakers, a television twice the size of my car. I watched 58 senior citizens disembark from a motor coach from Bismarck, 58 of them Caucasian, and as they plunked their pensions into the one-armed bandits, I wondered if they knew they were underwriting the civil disobedience down the road.
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