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Grave marker at Little Bighorn

Sacred Warriors: Why the Battle of the Little Bighorn is Still Important

Sonny Skyhawk

June 25 is a historic day for our people. Not to celebrate war or the killing of other human beings, but it marks the anniversary of an important and very significant battle that took place in an area known by our people as the Greasy Grass, or more commonly known as the Little Bighorn Battlefield near Crow Agency, Montana. It marks the anniversary of one of the few times where our brave warriors, defending their way of life and their families, were victorious against a bigoted and far superior force, the U.S. Cavalry. If you have ever visited this sacred ground, you can easily feel the spirits of those who gave of themselves on that day, and if you close your eyes, you can almost hear and recall the pain and anguish that they must have felt. Visit the sacred ground of 9/11 in New York, Wounded Knee in South Dakota, Sand Creek Massacre site in Colorado, and if you are human, you will experience a flushed feeling of sadness and heartbreak, an occurrence almost beyond comprehension.

Today, as we still continue to experience the aftermath of that battle, we find ourselves in different scenarios. We have third-world-country conditions like poverty, hunger and lack of decent humane housing on some reservations, while on others there are Rolls-Royces, million dollar houses and Lear jets. There are Natives in cities and suburbs across America trying to raise families and retain what little remnants are left of their culture. We have non-Native people wearing Warbonnets for show, the Washington football team and others trying to emulate the bravery and pride of our ancestors -- so they say -- with signage and laughable caricatures, mascots and the like. If you read any of the comments associated with the articles on mascots, you can see just how far we have come in the minds and memories of others. After the Little Bighorn, some of our people fled to the North and some just went back to their homelands, never anticipating that 138 years later, their relatives would be having to defend and protect their very existence , yet once again, or still.

Wopila (thank you) to all those who have come before us and those who continue to stand up and defend the survivors. Aho.

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Wanbli Koyake
Submitted by Wanbli Koyake on
Hau mitakuye, Greetings my Relative! Wopila for remembering, in writing, the sacrifices that our ancestors made in defense of All Life. Wasicu (Fat Takers –modern translation, the Greedy or Greedheads) History likes to say like to say that the "indian wars" were fought over land. Yes, that's partly true (but the Greedy like to lie, they can't ever tell it straight) they were murdering, massacring, destroying –not just our two-legged relatives but our four-legged, winged, swimming, crawling, standing, moving, Relatives! Our ancestors wouldn’t stand for it, Lifeway –Our Lifeway today– is about the kinship of All Life –so we made war on the Wasicu! I remember my grandpa and grandma and how they mourned the flooding of Mnisose Wakpa, the Missouri River. They drank alcohol before the flooding –binge drinking– but their drinking became the only way they could express their grief –and contain it– so it didn't consume them. They still hunted and gathered (lived by Lifeway) so the flooding was devastating. It was just one more trauma to the countless trauma our People have suffered since we met and named the Greedy. It's called complex ptsd; but it's really the collateral damage that's done to innocent civilians when wasicu wage all-out-war (war of aggression which is a war crime/genocidal crime) as they have done for countless generations in their insatiable quest to eat everything up in Life. They're like Iya the Giant, the devourer of Nations, who our ancestors defeated by a simple act of bravery –being what they were made to be in kinship with Life– that is, human beings living in kinship with All Life. Un Po, Live! we say is Life's Original Instruction. And we have always learned how to live from our elder kin, the spirit, animal, and bird people; so we learned how they fight and defend their kin. We learned killing is the least honorable way and that striking/touching your enemy in battle would demonstrate your power, the power of your dream, kinship power, and that would move their being enough to quit fighting –Truly honorable! But the wasicu are dishonorable people. That's why our ancestors decided that counting coup on a soldier didn't count. They were mercenary, professional fighters –they fought for pay?!– who had no dream, no personal code of honor, no People, no kin to defend. Yes, we fought each other before the wasicu infestation but on mutually honorable terms. Our ancestors knew that wasicu war would endanger or even destroy the People, so they quit fighting. They quit fighting so that the People would live! Must have been hard for our grandpas and grandmas, they weren't afraid of any human being when it came to defending our kin. But for countless generations our ancestors have thought of the future generations and what they needed to do in their time to ensure that the unborn, coming generations would enjoy health and life in kinship with the Life that sustains us. So, here we are. We've been devoured and most of us don't know it. Those of us that do know, feel the kinship responsibility to live and to defend Life. This is what I realize now that I'm almost sixty. Our present day physical, spiritual, psychic, psychological, makeup comes from our ancestors who lived in kinship ever since human beings learned to live on earth. Wasicu call it genes, genetic makeup and it's for sale if you want to know who you are and can afford it. My mom called it flesh and blood. We are actually living walking ancestors so we remember (wasicu call it genetic memory) and know things beyond the written word of western knowledge. That's why, I realize, I care about "The People". That phrase has always resonated with me. I care even though we're divided against each other, we're scattered apart, we take out our suffering on each other and blame ourselves and each other. So even though we fighters get it from the wasicu and wasicula (wannabe greedheads) we love and care for the People, our Lifeways, Our kin, our unborn generations and we act accordingly. The wasicu meanwhile keep taking the best and the most and are never satisfied. Nowadays they're even more powerful it seems –more savage and ruthless that ever. Did I mention they're criminally insane? Genocide is an international crime against humanity and there is no statute of limitations. We are undergoing genocide. Not only that but All of Life is being destroyed –so we are also undergoing (and we’re all complicit in committing) Omnicide! If your only source of knowledge is the written word, western knowledge, then there's little hope for you. Search out your People, your Elders, your Lifeway. There's another way of knowing, of living but the Greedy don't want you to know. Wage Slave Consumers are what we are getting back from their diploma mills! We need human beings, living ancestors, Fighters –that's us, now, today! Hoka he mitakuyepi, blihiciya yo! Go get em, my Relatives! Make yourselves move!