I purchased several Wounded Knee photos taken by Northwestern Photographic Company of Chadron, Nebraska about 20 years ago. At that time they cost me $40 to $100 each, now they sell for $150 to nearly $1000. Incredibly sad depictions and some of the only visual reminders of the actual injustices in the effort to "tame the west".

I was a kid in Northwest Iowa and South Dakota was a mere 70 miles away and the local news came from Sioux City, they covered it.

What a savage history the U.S. has.

Unfortunately, that savagery continues to this very day.


FREE Leonard Peltier !!!!!!!!!!!

safe haven there.

that Clinton declined to pardon him at the end of his second term.

I was struck by the fact that the shack that folks called home looked exactly like the shack my Cherokee grandparents live in. I remember 1968 well because that is the year my Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles first received electricity in the outreaches of the Nation. They still kept lanterns in the house just in case the power went out.

And chinking the cracks between the boards to keep the wind out. At night we would place quilts on the doorways and sleep in the living room under the potbellied stove. The men would take turns tending the fire overnight.

Russell Means was one of the last great Sioux Chiefs and a free thinking man. I recommend reading his writings. He had many followers in other Nations.

I was on the early shift at a Minneapolis TV station, on my way home, and heard the news on the car radio. I turned around and asked the news director to give me a camera and let me get in before the roadblocks. He said it was just an AIM stunt and would be over before I got there. I had finished reading Brown's "Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee" just two weeks before.

Fuckin A.

even though I have no Native American heritage. But I have always been an advocate of the rights of our Native Americans, and I deplore the atrocities my ancestors did to them in the past.