{"id":7663,"date":"2013-04-13T10:32:26","date_gmt":"2013-04-13T17:32:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/?p=7663"},"modified":"2013-04-13T10:32:26","modified_gmt":"2013-04-13T17:32:26","slug":"save-wounded-knee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/?p=7663","title":{"rendered":"Save Wounded Knee"},"content":{"rendered":"\"facebook\"<\/a>\"twitter\"<\/a>\"google_plus\"<\/a>\"reddit\"<\/a>\"pinterest\"<\/a>\"linkedin\"<\/a>\"mail\"<\/a>by <\/span>\"feather\"<\/a>
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OP-ED CONTRIBUTOR
\nSave Wounded Knee
\nBy JOSEPH BRINGS PLENTY
\nPublished: April 11, 2013<\/p>\n

WOUNDED KNEE, S.D.<\/p>\n

THE Lakota Sioux word \u201ctakini\u201d means \u201cto die and come back\u201d but is usually translated more simply as \u201csurvivor.\u201d It is a sacred word long associated with the killing of scores of unarmed Lakota men, women and children by soldiers of the United States Army\u2019s Seventh Cavalry in the winter of 1890.<\/p>\n

Wounded Knee was the so-called final battle of America\u2019s war on its Native peoples. But what happened was hardly a battle. It was a massacre.<\/p>\n

A band of several hundred Lakota led by Big Foot, a chief of the Mnicoujou Sioux, was intercepted and detained by troops as they made their way from the Cheyenne River Reservation to Pine Ridge for supplies and safety. After a night of drinking, the bluecoats were disarming warriors the next morning when a shot went off. Soldiers opened fire with their Hotchkiss machine guns. At least 150 but perhaps as many as 300 or more Lakota died.<\/p>\n

Our fight to survive as a people continues today, a struggle to preserve not just our culture and our language but also our history and our land. Though I now live on the western reaches of the Cheyenne River Indian Reservation, I grew up in Pine Ridge, among my Oglala kin just a few miles from Wounded Knee. One member of my family survived the killing; others died.<\/p>\n

The killing ground stirs great emotion in all of our people \u2014 memories of bodies frozen into twisted shapes, of those who were hunted down and murdered as they fled, and of those who escaped in bitter cold across wind-swept plains. These stories have been handed down to us and live within us.<\/p>\n

One story I remember vividly was told to me when I was about 8 by a tribal elder, a very old woman whose mother had survived the bloodshed as a child. The old woman\u2019s mother told her how her own mother had gathered her up when the bullets started flying. Just then, a young horse warrior galloped past and took the child up in his arms to help her escape. As she looked back, she saw her mother shot down, her chest torn open by bullets. She told her daughter that she remembered tasting the salt in her tears. The old woman told me all this after I had knocked over a saltshaker. Salt still reminded her of her mother.<\/p>\n

There are many such stories. The spiritual power of the place explains why members of the American Indian Movement took it over in 1973 to call the nation\u2019s attention to the economic and cultural injustices against our Native brothers and sisters.<\/p>\n

Now, our heritage is in danger of becoming a real-estate transaction, another parcel of what once was our land auctioned off to the highest bidder. The cries of our murdered people still echo off the barren hills \u2014 the cries we remember in our hearts every day of our lives. But they may finally be drowned out by bulldozers and the ka-ching of commerce read more from NYTimes. com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Now, our heritage is in danger of becoming a real-estate transaction, another parcel of what once was our land auctioned off to the highest bidder. The cries of our murdered people still echo off the barren hills \u2014 the cries we remember in our hearts every day of our lives. But they may finally be drowned out by bulldozers and the ka-ching of commerce<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[7],"tags":[1270,1272,644,1268,1175,1269,1271],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7663"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7663"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7663\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7664,"href":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7663\/revisions\/7664"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7663"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7663"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lasvegasbuffetclub.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7663"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}