A few weeks ago I stopped watching the news. Nothing else was going on in the world except for the Osama Bin Laden death frenzy. Okay he’s dead, but he was going to die anyway. We’ll all die eventually. It will be news the day no one dies. The TV can stay on then.
Many people angrily responded to my previous column on this subject by claiming that the U.S. military had merely applied the Apache leader Geronimo’s name to the U.S. military operation to hunt down bin Laden, and had not applied the name to bin Laden.
Let’s make no mistake about it. May 1, 2011 was a proud day for America. It was a proud day for our Navy Seals, the men and women of our armed forces, and for the President of the United States and his cabinet.
I’m opposed to the death penalty, as most judges are in private. It’s not something we can say out loud when the most common reason is not trusting our own lives to the system that decides life or death for others. We can’t make a habit of admitting the system makes mistakes.
What the hell were they thinking? Why would the first African American President of the United States, as U.S. Commander in Chief, think nothing of U.S.
The US government may have captured and killed Osama Bin Laden with a surgical strike, but it also dropped a bombshell on Native America in the process. “We’ve ID’d Geronimo,” said the voice of the Navy SEAL who reported the hunt for Osama bin Laden was over.
Some years ago, I came across the book Massacre: A Survey of Today’s American Indian published in 1931. Written by Robert Gessner, the book is an exposé.
Beginning in the 1950s Native peoples across the country, fed up with poverty, stereotypes, and racism, rose up and challenged an oppressive set of federal policies—termination, relocation, and state imposition of jurisdiction (
Recently on the Fox News Channel, contributor John Stossel offered up this gem of ignorance:
ST. MICHAEL, Alaska—It’s trite to write that winter days are short this far north. And it is remarkable watching the sun skate through the sky in such a hurry to disappear. But more than the sun’s pace, it’s the angle that makes a December visit
An Old Joke Being Played on Indian Country, Again
Hell has officially frozen over when I rise to defend the Bureau of Indian Affairs.
As I write this column it is St Patrick’s Day, and it brings to memory my days at Holy Rosary Mission Indian School back in the 1940s and early 1950s. All my school days, from the first grade to high school graduation, were spent at that school.
At a hefty 560 pages, Walter Echo-Hawk’s noteworthy book In The Courts Of The Conqueror: The 10 Worst Indian Law Cases Ever Decided (Fulcrum, 2010) examines U.S. federal Indian law within the scope of ten U.S. Supreme Court rulings.