Massacre At Wounded Knee - December 29, 1890

Thanks for this SarahLee! (4.00 / 1)

The postcard is astounding...

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by: navajo @ Thu Jan 03, 2008 at 05:18:05 AM UTC

Wounded Knee '73 (4.00 / 2)

Ah-ho My Relations, each year with the changing of the season I post this rememberance of Wounded Knee 73. I wrote it a few years ago when some of our brave people had walked to Yellowstone to stop the slaughter of our Buffalo relations. When I did I was surprised at the response from people who were too young to remember WK73 and I was pleased that some old WK vets wrote to me afterwards. So each year I post the short story again and invite you-all to send it around or use as you will. As you do I ask you to remember that our reasons for going to Wounded Knee still exist and that means the need for struggle and resistance also still exist. Our land and sacred sites are threatened as never before even our sacred Mother herself is faced with unnatural warming caused by extreme greed.
In some areas of conflict between our people and those we signed treaties with, it is best to negotiate or "work within the system" but, because our struggle is one of survival, there are also times when a warrior must stand fast even at the risk of one's life. I believed that in 1973 when I was thirty and I believe it today in my sixties. But Wounded Knee 73 was really not about the fight to me, it was about the strong statement that our traditional way of living in this world is not about to disappear and our people are not a "vanishing race" as wasicu education would have you believe. As time has passed and I see so many of our young people taking part in a traditional way of living and believing I know our fight was worth it and those we lost for our movement died worthy deaths. Carter Camp 2007

"Remembering Wounded Knee 1973"

Ah-ho My Relations,
Today is heavy with prayer and reminisces for me.  Not only are those who walk for the Yellowstone Buffalo reaching their destination, today is the anniversary of the night when, at the direction of the Oglala Chiefs, I went with a special squad of warriors to liberate Wounded Knee in advance of the main AIM caravan. For security reasons the people had been told everyone was going to a meeting/wacipi in Porcupine, the road goes through Wounded Knee. When the People arrived at the Trading Post we had already set up a perimeter, taken eleven hostages, run the B.I.A. cops out of town, cut most phone lines, and began 73 days of the best, most free time of my life. The honor of being chosen to go first still lives strong in my heart.

That night we had no idea what fate awaited us.  It was a cold night with not much moonlight and I clearly remember the nervous anticipation I felt as we drove the back-way from Oglala into Wounded Knee.  The Chiefs had tasked me with a mission and we were sworn to succeed, of that I was sure, but I couldn't help wondering if we were prepared.  The FBI, BIA and Marshalls had fortified Pine Ridge with machine gun bunkers and A.P.C.s with M-60's.  They had unleashed the goon squad on the people and a reign of terror had begun, we knew we had to fight but we could not fight on wasicu terms.  We were lightly armed and dependent on the weapons and ammo inside the Wounded Knee trading post, I worried that we would not get to them before the shooting started.

As we stared silently into the darkness driving into the hamlet I tried to forsee what opposition we would encounter and how to neutralize it... We were approaching a sacred place and each of us knew it.  We could feel it deep inside.  As a warrior leading warriors I humbly prayed to Wakonda for the lives of all and the wisdom to do things right.  Never before or since have I offered my tobacco with such a plea or put on my feathers with such purpose.  It was the birth of the Independent Oglala Nation.

Things went well for us that night, we accomplished our task without loss of life. Then, in the cold darkness as we waited for Dennis and Russ to bring in the caravan (or for the fight to start), I stood on the bank of the shallow ravine where our people had been murdered by Custers' 7th Cavalry.  There I prayed for the defenseless ones, torn apart by Hotchkiss cannon and trampled under hooves of steel by drunken wasicu.  I could feel the touch of their spirits as I eased quietly into the gully and stood silently... waiting for my future, touching my past.

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

Carter Camp- Ponca Nation AIM
FREE LEONARD PELTIER!!! NOW!!!  

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by: cacamp @ Tue Jan 15, 2008 at 18:58:15 PM UTC

This is an astonishing post Carter. (0.00 / 0)

Your post drove me to tears. Your perspective is so important and I am glad it is documented here.

Ahé heé Shik'is [Thank you dear friend]

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by: navajo @ Fri Jan 18, 2008 at 04:25:35 AM UTC

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I re-read your post to feel it again... (4.00 / 1)

I could feel the touch of their spirits as I eased quietly into the gully and stood silently... waiting for my future, touching my past.

Wow, just wow.

And then...

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

I haven't been this emotional in quite some time.

Thanks again for posting here.  

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by: navajo @ Fri Jan 18, 2008 at 05:07:19 AM UTC

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Thanks Carter (4.00 / 1)

Beautifully written.

Our lives weave the prayer.

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by: SarahLee @ Thu Jan 24, 2008 at 05:40:06 AM UTC

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thank you (4.00 / 2)

This week Crow Dog and I officiated at the funeral of another veteran of Wounded Knee and Viet Nam, Tyrone Head. We sent him on his way with a traditional ndn funeral.. it seemed a victory to me that our ways have grown so strong among the people again. If I had told the people at the boarding school that our old ways would be practiced at a funeral in 2007 they would have laughed like hell as they washed out my mouth with soap... :)
I'm glad y'all liked my words, CC

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by: cacamp @ Fri Jan 25, 2008 at 05:16:38 AM UTC