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| The Native by Ron Monroe |
Chief Ghost Wolf watched through pensive and blurry eyes as
his people danced against the firelight, like they had done for as long as time
remembered. Like blades of grass set in motion by the tranquil prairie winds,
so too did the Lakota people sway in rhythm with the pounding of the drums and
the enchanting cadence of the proud and once mighty tribe. Dressed in their
elaborate and colorful traditions passed down through the ages, his people opened
up their troubled hearts to the Great Spirit in the sky.
He watched as the elders danced.
He remembered when the buffalo once thundered across the
grasslands.
He watched as the tribe warriors danced.
He remembered when the rivers once ran clear and free of
hatred and intolerance.
He watched as the women danced.
He remembered when his people once roamed the lowlands as
free men.
He watched as the children danced.
He remembered when the vast open skies once held promise and
hope.
He watched as the U.S. Calvary assembled in great numbers
from horizon to horizon.
He remembered when White men once came to him and offered peace
and honorable trade.
A single tear zigzagged its way down his war-painted face, through
aged valleys, between battle-tested scars, across swaths of sun-baked skin, like
a mighty river cutting its way through the Great Plains that once belonged to
his people.
Chief Ghost Wolf knew this would be the last dance of his people;
the last dance of the Lakota.
Michael A. Walker
Defying Procrastination
This fictional piece was inspired and dedicated to the
Lakota people who suffered a terrible travesty at the hands of Americans at the
Wounded Knee Massacre. I love my country; I love and hold very dear the sacrifices
and selfless dedication our warriors have made for us though the ages, but this
incident was one of many that has left a black scar across the face of America
in the pursuit of liberty and prosperity.
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