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Come and Take a Walk with Me
Finally, I bent over and picked a sprig of sage – whose ancestors in 1890 had been nourished by the blood of Red babies, ripped from their mothers dying grasp and bayonetted by the evil ones – As I washed myself with that sacred herb I became cold in my determination and cleansed of fear. I looked for Big Foot and YellowBird in the darkness and I said aloud —
”We are back my relations, we are home”. Hoka-Hey
Red Ribbon Grand Jury ~ Chadron, NE ~ June 24th 2008
Testimony regarding specific crimes and specific injustices which exemplify the atmosphere of fascism in Dawes county Nebraska.
While covering the plight of the Lakota in Chadron the NOmadjik Media bus was sabatoged with deep red clay in the fuel lines. We were immobilized and all mechanics who responded to fix it changed their minds a day after agreeing to do the job. During this period a little research showed that a month earlier a journalist who had been studying racism in Chadron and had dissappeared several years before had just been unearthed in a local park... not all that well hidden in a relatively populated area. The public was to believe the body had been there for several years without being detected in the numerous man hunts that had combed the area after he went missing. We were lucky enough to be a AAA member with towing privledges; so after a week or more of being harassed by local police & kindly not helped by local businesses, we were able to be towed 100 miles to the safety of a real international truck shop. At this point we had not yet published anything about the issues in Chadron. Along the way our tow truck driver confided to us that he used to work as a guard at the local prison (where the current police chief had been warden). We were a little concerned about that since he was taking us "somewhere".
A story about perspective on childhood:
A friend I’ve known for over a decade, whose indigenous to the lands I now call home, saw this high school kid fall off his bicycle. The kid fell backwards, and his helmet slipped towards his nose. My friend, whose recent birthday inched him towards forty, said he watched the EMT’s lift this teenager into an ambulance and hoped he was ok. Later we learned the kid died, and this big brown man’s voice quivered, “Oh no,” He tipped against the wall and started sobbing. He wept at this complete strangers death. I watched unsure of how to react and just told him I was there for him. A few hours later he walked up and hugged me, said, “I’m sorry. Where I’m from, so many young people die.”
Sioux Indian rights activist, actor, and former seeker of the Libertarian Party's presidential nod in 1988, Russell Means, has died at age 72 of esophageal cancer.
2 days ago I recieved this message from the Means family regarding the rumors of death surrounding Russell Means. His stay in the Cancer Ward was apparently getting a little "iffy". However, the rumor was to become prophesy today because he had apparently gone home to Pine Ridge to die.
This Week: 1. No Dick for Canucks 2. Margaret Thatcher is dead 3. Resistance in Quebec 4. Lakota tar sands blockade 5. The San Francisco Commune 6. Dark roast in Barcelona