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After Sitting Bull had been killed by US Indian Agents on 14 Dec. 1890, 200 members of his Hunkpapa band joined Chief Spotted Elk, who then moved on to the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation on 23 Dec.

On 28 Dec., Spotted Elk and 350 of his followers (230 men and 120 women and children) were met by the 7th Calvary who escorted them to Wounded Knee Creek, where they made camp. The cavalry (more than 500 troops) surrounded them and set up light cannons.

At daybreak on 29 Dec. 1890, Col. James Forsyth demanded that Spotted Elk and his men turn over all weapons and wait for government trains to take them off the Reservation.

38 rifles were turned over to the cavalry, but Black Coyote refused to turn over his gun. Black Coyote might have been deaf; he did not understand English. And when soldiers tried to take the rifle from him, the weapon went off. The 7th Cavalry began firing indiscriminately. In a matter of minutes nearly half of all Sioux men were killed. Soldiers outside of the camp began firing the 4 light cannons on the Sioux tents, which were filled with women and children. In less than an hour, at least 150 Lakota had been killed and 50 wounded, with as many as 300 killed.

Out of the 350 Sioux in the camp, only 51 survived (4 men and 47 women and children).

Army casualties numbered 25 dead and 39 wounded, with most being victims of friendly fire.

On December 28th, 1890, Maj. Samuel M. Whitside's battalion of the 7th Calvary intercepted the Lakota. Ill with pneumonia, Unpan Glešká (“Spotted Elk”) and his band surrendered peacefully before being taken into custody by the 7th Calvary and escorted to a campsite near Wounded Knee Creek, in Pine Ridge, South Dakota.

The night before the massacre, Col. James W. Forsyth arrived at Wounded Knee Creek and ordered his men to position four Hotchkiss cannons around the area in which the Lakota had been forced to camp.

On the morning of 29 December 1890, Forsyth’s soldiers entered the camp and demanded that the Lakota give up their weapons. In the ensuing confrontation, a firearm was discharged. It was later believed to have been by a deaf man, Black Coyote, who presumably did not hear the command to put down his rifle. A large gun fight quickly ensued. The US forces killed over 153 Lakota, mostly non-combatants (women and children); Spotted Elk was among those slain.

This is the treatment Indigenous peoples of this continent faced through atrocities committed by the United States army, politicians, settlers, pioneers, and with approval by the president of the U.S. These are the effects of colonization and genocide that predate any history book and committed in the name of Manifest Destiny, religious freedom, democracy, and independence. 

NEVER FORGET WOUNDED KNEE.
NEVER FORGET THE TRAIL OF TEARS.
NEVER FORGET THE LONG WALK OF THE NAVAJO
NEVER FORGET THAT WE ARE SURVIVORS AND WE ARE MANY.

NEVER FORGET WE ARE STILL PASSIONATE, INTELLIGENT, RESILIENT, AND READY TO TAKE CARE OF THE LAND, WATER, SKY & EARTH WHEN WESTERN CIVILIZATION AND CAPITALISM HAS BEEN RIPPED ASUNDER.

R.I.S.E.:
RADICAL
INDIGENOUS
SURVIVANCE &
EMPOWERMENT

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anonymous asked:

Anyone spot that La Elk (Eleanor Whatsherface) had black nail polish... wonder if she left a finger unpainted? I don't really fancy trawling the photos.

Nah I think it was to match her very fashionable outfit lol 


Anonymous said to shadyshit91:JoJo also said Louis and Danielle looked really happy. It took Louis 2 days to get over Danielle.

Jojo is the most idiot person, she thinks she’s important and knows shit but she’s actually just a puppet for them and they’ll drop her as soon as she isnt’t needed anymore - maybe she’ll be luck to pap JA and Elk lol

The remains of the camp of Hunkpapa and Miniconjou Lakota, a few weeks after the Wounded Knee Massacre. In the wake of Sitting Bull’s arrest and death, Chief Big Foot (Spotted Elk) left the Cheyenne River Reservation with a group of men, women and children, planning to move to the Pine Ridge Reservation. Lacking permission, the US 7th Cavalry was dispatched to bring them back.

Soon caught, the 350 or so men, women, and children were surrounded, and on the morning of Dec. 29th, 1890, the cavalrymen entered the camp to disarm them. Debate exists on what the exact spark was, but regardless, a shot was fired, and quickly resulted in a full-blown firefight. The handful of male warriors was no match for the 500 strong cavalry detachment and could offer only token resistance while the soldiers fired indiscriminately, killing men, women, and children. The battle was quick and bloody, and at least 150 of the Indians lay dead, although estimates go up to twice that. In contract, 25 US soldiers had been slain in the action. It would be the last major “action” of the Plains Wars.

Far from hiding what had happened though, the fight at Wounded Knee was praised as a worthy battle, and no less than twenty Medals of Honor were awarded, an excessive number even given the lower criteria of the time. It wouldn’t be for many decades that the “Battle” would be remembered for the massacre that it was, although the Medals of Honor remain a bitter point of contention with American Indian activists.

(Library of Congress)

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The Encampment River Area in Wyoming offers recreation opportunities for the entire family – from camping and hiking to horseback riding to fishing and floating. You may even spot mule deer, elk and bighorn sheep during your trip.

Stay at one of the eight developed campsites and then explore this beautiful area.  The campground provides access to the Encampment River Trail which parallels the Encampment River along its entire length – from the campground through the Encampment River Canyon Wilderness Study Area into the Medicine Bow National Forest. The Encampment River Canyon WSA consists of 4,547 acres of undeveloped lands that have retained their natural conditions; the Encampment River Trail is closed to motorized use.

The Encampment River Canyon WSA is characterized by deep canyons and high rocky ridges where the remnants of historic prospecting and mining activity can still be found with two old cabins, numerous prospect pits, tunnels and a wooden pipeline.

It’s a perfect #mypubliclandsroadtrip that mixes nature, history and great family fun.  (BLM Wyoming photos)

today's wikipedia article

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i’ve been looking up a lot of old pictures of native americans–so many emotions in these images.  i think we are woefully under-educated about the history of america’s indigenous peoples.  

my grandfather collects old photographs like these, he has always been intrigued by the idea that we are most likely part abenaki indian (according to the little plastic card issued to me when i was 9, i’m 1/16th…and i belong to a band.)  i can never get definitive information about my family history, but we seem to have just…appeared out of vermont’s northeast kingdom.  my grandfather believes his dad was half abenaki, and his dark hair and eyes in the one picture we have makes it entirely plausible, i suppose.  

anyhow, it doesn’t take a shared heritage to appreciate the sad beauty of today’s link.  this is a story of desperation and a beautiful, quiet perseverance in the face of change.  it also shows the cruellest, basest levels in human nature.   please, read this.  i want you to!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_dance

Castiel and Dean had been friends growing up. Dean, the son of the wolf’s tribe leader and Castiel, the son of the Deer’s tribe leader. Their friendship had been purly political but Castiel honestly enjoyed Dean’s company. The deers in his tribe were skittish and frail and hard to play with. Dean was the highlight of Castiel childhood.

But their tibes grew distant and they stopped playing with eachother. Cas hadn’t seen Dean in years. He grew up from his spots to a powerful elk with mighty horns. He battled for his spot as leader and won. He was in charge of the Deer and needed to regain allies once again. 

His first stop was the wolves. They had provided protection and the deer provided food. Castiel left his tribe and ventured into the wolves den alone. Inside was a long forgotten face.

“Dean?” theresareckoninacomin

My favorite plant, is moss…..

Now, I know that sounds vague. But I live in the PNW (Oregon) and moss is everywhere. It is a comfort for me.

It’s green, soft, wet, vibrant, full of life. It smells like earth and water and air and its so fresh and revitalizing. It comes in so many forms, shapes, colors, textures. It can be used in so many ways.

When I am in a place that has no moss, or the dry brittle lichen, I get anxious. I don’t like not having it around. Like when I went to Nebraska and there were few trees and not a lot of moss or ferns. It was very scary for me.

I remember this one time I was out hiking and my Dad spotted some elk and wanted to go up on a ridge to get a better view. I sat at the bottom and waited. When he came back down he started acting weird and insisted we hike back to the car because I didn’t look good and he was worried I was getting heat stroke. On the way back we ran out of water and the sun was in the sky so that there was no real shade on the trail. So he was panicking looking down the embankment wondering if he could get to the creek to soak his bandana for me. We got to a shadey spot on the trail, still too far from the water, and he started looking for a path down. I glance over and see this boulder covered in thick green fluffy moss. I shout to my dad I have an idea and scooped up the moss and pressed it to my forehead. it was wet and cool and soft. It kept me cooled down so we could make it back to the car and now when I am overheating out in the woods I just press my head to some moss for a bit and I feel better. (now though I usually leave it on the rock or wherever it is)

I also love to nap in patches on it and feel it tickle the bottom of my feet.

Bottom line, moss is great and is one of my favorite plants.

(the photo was taken by me of some moss near a friends house, bonus little succulents growing with it!)