Lyndon Baines Johnson was famous for starting some of his bad news speeches and announcements with the gibberish blurb of "It is is with a heavy heart that I.....etc.etc.etc." My task is similar. We shall try to make it brief.
This is not a condemnatory missive. If anything, it is my opinion that, on balance, and especially towards the very end of the period of Indian hostilities, we think that unnecessary abuses were conducted against the Indians, both individually and collectively, that would condemn them forever to a barren, rewardless life. Their culture would essentially be lost forever from the period starting with the Trail of Tears and ending with the Bureau of Indian Affairs taking control of every aspect of Indian activity, directly or indirectly.
Below we have included two back-to-back sets of observations, one by a liberal and the first by a conservative, that just happened to appear in sequence on Facebook. Jim, the conservative, is angry and puzzled because of the rotten reporting by the local (Bismarck) press. He is nearly hostile towards the hypocrital and mendacious "protest leadership", and his points are succinct and well made.
Rebecca is a well-spoken liberal (it happens, sometimes) and speaks out....then speaks again (reasonably) to revise and extend her observations. It is depressing when one sees some of the pictures of all the garbage and filth, left behind for "someone else" to clean up. Several score tonnes of discard, filth, broken and misused things, rotted food, just a complete contamination both hygienically and esthetically. Little mention be made in terms of the notion of "protecting sacred sites", because (a) all the land is sacred, and (b) according to the provocateurs, this particular land was especially sacred because of Indian burial grounds, because it was/is a "Spirit Gathering Site", or maybe because it had a lottery ticket dispenser at one time....phooey...all false.
We close this pre-ambulatory with the reminder that El Gringo Viejo's father was an only child. My father was saved in earliest infancy when about 20 Sioux Indian women and their children, horses, and dogs came by my grandparent's three story Victorian during the first week in April, 108 years ago. My grandmother was trapped inside of a house with snow up to the eaves, blocking all exits and windows. The Indian women, knowing my grandmother was pregnant and expected to deliver her first (and only) at the age of 40 had suffered the early arrival of the Stork. She lay, weak and unable to rise, on the main floor of the house, in the parlour. The Indian women who appreciated her medical work among them, also saw that the White man's home had no smoke coming from the various chimneys. They dug through the snow, opened the door, and found my grandmother with her baby wrapped up and under a pile of blankets and seat cushions with her. The women laid a fire, held the horses on the outside gallery and the dogs inside the house. The older children led the horse to stall in the very nice barn, and returned to help tend to the White lady. My grandfather returned three days later after his visit to Minneapolis to buy replacement machinery for the planting and harvest for later in the month, and for the seeds and tack for the hundreds of Morgan horses who would be drawing equipment during the late spring and early autumn's wheat crop. The child was given little or no chance to live, but through the efforts of my grandparents and those same Indian women, my father proved equal to the task, and obviously, survived.
We retire and leave the floor to the speakers below: