Posted by on Nov 17, 2012 in Uncategorized

Dear Pe’Sla

By : Autumn White Eyes Dear Pe’Sla, I’m writing you because we don’t have much time. You’re sitting at the top of my mind watching us surrender for you. We fought battles, cured sickness, dealt with massacres, carried our ancestor’s blood in our veins, our hearts, and never forgot that our birthplace was Wind Cave. We witnessed parades carrying the brains of our people on their sticks and watched them give Christopher Columbus his own damn day! We survived the heat and the cold in our Prisoner of War camps. We felt the sun beating down on us at every Sundance in South Dakota. We even started killing our own people, but we never forgot our birthplace—He Sapa. Some can still feel its breath down our spine as we beg for the money to buy you back. I’ll never forget hiking you my senior year of high school. I sat with two of my best friends at your peak and had this conversation: “I just want to know my...

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