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Anyhow, been here twenty years, never told that story before. See, I can claim to be an authority on bicycles…..

in my sixties. Since your a curious one my grandfather was 15 when he ran from the forced relocations, he ended up in eastern iowa. My mother was born in 1928

And loin cloth. What's it to you whitey..

You whitey's are fn funny as hell..

Loin cloths are just white mans cuckold fantasy

I liked the movie Wind River.


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Do you wear one them native pride hats?

The one you sent me? I wear an "FBI" hat. Do you know what means?

My brother was married to one them Sioux gals her maiden name was jumpingbull she dead psoriasis of the liver.

Fry Bread Inspector

You just jealous.

Being married to Navajo gal, I inspected plenty of fry-bread. Everytime crackers come over she makes it, me don’t get to excited about anymore.

Got back from Africa in ‘79. Took a job at the Forestry School in Syracuse NY for a year while I applied to Grad School. Was gonna get a degree in Agriculture and take it back overseas. I applied to schools up and down the Plains States, North Dakota to Texas.

At that time I was driving a big ol’ Dodge 4wd pickup with a cap on the bed, bought off my uncle, rustbucket but it ran. I took time off late January because I was gonna visit all these schools in person.

1980 was a rough winter in the Dakotas, so the churches in Syracuse were having a drive to collect blankets and winter clothing. I called up the number, told them I was headed out that way with a truck, they gave me a number on the Onondaga Reservation just outside of town.

At that time Dennis Banks (ya I know, terrorist, A$$holes In Moccassins and alla that) was wanted on charges and had been granted refuge on the Onondaga rez, turns out it was his people doing this. I hadn’t been looking to meet famous Indians, especially ones where the FBI was all over, but it woulda been sorta lame on my part to withdraw the offer, so I got invited over to where he was staying with his family for dinner. I got the impression they was happy to meet someone who weren’t political.

So I ended up delivering a bunch of blankets and jackets to Pine Ridge. This was February and there was a blizzard in Colorado where I was headed next, Pine Ridge was a tense place so the Pine Ridge people suggested I go stay at a camp they had in the Black Hills.

Ya I know, AIM again. I got no dog in that fight, all I found was a collection of people at that camp trying to live right, stay clean and out of trouble. I ended up staying four days. Actually I walked in, driving in down a forest road I encountered a sheet of ice and slid sideways off a cliff, my truck hanging up teetering on the edge, right front wheel dangling off the edge, left rear wheel up off of the ground.

The sense I got of it was the people at the camp were happy for the company and a friendly face. Not a whole lot to do out there.

As luck would have it the retired Air Force guy who ran the nearest gas station/store, ten miles out, was married to an Eskimo (Innuit?) woman, they lived there with their two big longhair sons. Lots of people around there didn’t care fer Indians, but these people were sympathetic, not Liberal by any stretch, just sympathetic.

So the next day I walked out, paid one of their customers to drive out with a come-along to winch my truck back off of the edge. Made a grocery run with some of the camp people, then left my truck at the gas station and walked back in (flat amazes me now how easily I could cover distance back then).

Two sweats while I was there. February, snow, Black Hills, full moon reflected on the frozen pond right out front, saw-whet owl calling. Perfect, one of them moments in life.

On the wall of the cabin was a newspaper clipping about a guy named Frank Fools Crow. Turns out one of the young men at the camp was related and heading back there, requested a ride back on my way out. This guy, maybe twenty one, already had four pairs of sun dance scars on his chest, said his mom was after him to get them removed. We walked out before dawn taking turns hoisting his heavy sea bag, I recall it was dark because I was explaining to him why Venus, then bright in the morning sky, never got far from the sun.

We stopped in to visit Fools Crow, brung him some tobacco. Again, say what you want about Fools Crow, that guy was the real deal.

Anyhow, I ended up going to grad school in Texas.

I am identifying as Elizabeth Warren today.

Yeah - I saw Thunderheart too.

Swamp People actor fired from the show after he and his alky kid beat a whitey half to death with beer bottles. RJ and his kid J Paul Molinari.

No but I got myself a tony keith round here somewheres. Jake got it for me

When I put on my white weave inlay leather belt on, dickies, zip up leather cowboy dancers, foster grants and toby keeth cap on, I’ve got business in town!!

About twenty years after I was in South Dakota and going on twenty years ago (??) an army sergeant from the Cheyenne River rez in SD went missing on West Point. Last seen leaving a friends house on base late never made it back to his own housing.

This guy was a stand-up guy, on Cheyenne River had perfect attendance in high school, spotless Army record. After a piss poor “search” on West Point the Army pronounced him AWOL and started giving his family back home a hard time, telling them they could be guilty of aiding and abetting.

My sister and her husband are lifelong civilian employees of West Point (he had been an MP there), one of the local Indians was a friend of my sister, he asks her husband if they could go look on West Point. This was some weeks after the disappearance. They took the logical route through the woods between housing and found the body right off. The location and injuries suggested he had stepped off a drop off in that steep terrain in the dark and died of his injuries.

This was of course a huge tragedy for his family and traumatic for everyone involved. In the aftermath the Cheyenne River people stayed with my sister and invited her family up the following summer.

There was gonna be a thing called a giveaway feast so I went over to Mexico and bought a bunch of good blankets, drove up with my Ex and met my sister and her family up there.

While up there I mentioned I had been in the Black Hills in that camp maybe twenty years before, a woman asked me who I had seen there. The longhair traditionalist running the sweats in the camp, a young man in his twenties, had been crazy but in a good way. Funny, big heart.

I read a book of Mongol poetry once that said there were two kinds of people; those who make you stronger and those who make you weaker. That guy had been in the former category.

I described him and mentioned his name. Turns out I was talking to his aunt who had raised him, same house as that soldier. Good people. Tragically, in a fit of daring for which he was known, that crazy but in a good way guy had dove off a bridge in California into a swift-moving river and not survived the experience.

So me, a stranger out of the blue, was able to bring them a good word about this other family member they mourned.

A few years after that a young woman from that family and her husband came down to stay with us so as to escape violence up there. He liked it well enough, found a job, the woman however wasn’t happy, got homesick and after I think after a month or two they went back home.

Bird…
In the end it is what it is. Rarely do Indians “go forth” and succeed.
In the last 30 years or so since I have peripherally taken note there have been quite a few Indian youth in Montana that excelled in football, track, wrestling, a lot of sports and some in academics as well who have earned free rides at terrific colleges.
I can’t remember reading or hearing of any who were not back on the Rez within a matter of months.
I’m sure it’s the same for Indian youth in other states as well. It’s a shame.

Osky

Got in a bunch of trouble in school over the Buffalo jumps.

The Indian adoring teacher mentioned them, or driving them into a swamp.
I raised my hand and commented on how they managed to get just the right
amount they could eat and dry. Then in a Smart-ass mocking voice,
"Cause, you know how they wasted nothing. And used everything."

Finding the office wasn't hard. Already knew they way.😁



PS. My Longest on This Contentment Ancestor came here from somewhere,
before it was America. Exactly the same as the Indians.


To my mind, that qualifies me and mine as Native American.