...kinda one sided.
I was 19, in December 1971, when the present...I guess it was still a Christmas present, not just a Holiday present...from my father was a copy of Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, by Dee Brown. The years 1970-1971 were important ones for me - I started college at the University of Chicago, I filed with my draft board as a conscientious objector, I met my first serious girlfriend. In retrospect, the CO filing my have had the biggest impact on my life.
The Vietnam War was still raging, but the country was sick of protests. My father wrote this inscription my the copy of the book, I think as a challenge for my future:
To David,
Describing an almost unrelieved tragic failure to consider strangers as people - who were just in the way.
Consider the parallels to the military approach to winning the Vietnamese over to our side.
Dad
Soon after that, in 1973, the American Indian Movement was involved in the
Wounded Knee Incident...another example of people, real live, concerned people, struggling against their failing tribal government...who were crushed because they were in the way.
Long history. Lots of failures. Both sides.
Some time after that, Buffy Sainte-Marie wrote a song.
Don't stand between the reservation
And the corporate banks...
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