Learning, Witnessing, on The Pine Ridge Lakota Reservation

Amelia M.L. Montes
Reporting from The Oglala Lakota Reservation in Pine Ridge---

This week's "Lakota Country Times" newspaper, has a column entitled "Rez Ramblings," by Oglala Lakota writer, Leon Matthews. In it, he describes some of the "Mission groups" and tourists that come to the Lakota reservation during the summer. He writes:
"We have the summer short term mission groups coming and repainting houses and playing with our children . . . I think there are some pros and cons when it comes to the groups that roll around in the big buses and white vans . . . a safari type mentality . . . come to check out the poverty. . . Most of the groups are here to try to help our people, but the (Mission/Tour Companies) control what they do and see on the Reservations" (June 5, 2014).

This poster hangs on President Bryan Brewer's office wall.

Matthews' comments are exactly why I hesitated to go to Pine Ridge. I did not want to go there to change or interrupt/disrupt anyone there.

I did not especially want to be a part of any "safari mentality." Years ago, I was invited to Africa, and too many times during that trip, I felt much like the kind of "wasicu" Leon Matthews describes above. "Wasicu," is a Lakota word with many meanings two of which are "one who is not native" and "one who takes."

"Badlands" on the approach to Pine Ridge Diabetes Center

I know about some of the "mission" or volunteer groups who, without asking or first listening to people, or understanding their needs first, they barrel in and "take charge" painting a Lakota family's house without even asking if they would like their house painted in the first place or going ahead with a color that the family never approved. Now that I'm here, I have heard of a family's house getting painted every summer. The family just paints it back to the original color.

I think of Leonard Peltier's Prison Writings where he talks of "junk cars in some Indian family's front yard and [people--probably some of the tourist & mission people] say, 'These dirty Indians, how can they live like that...'"



Peltier brilliantly continues in this very short section: "Maybe these people, so quick to judge, don't understand the higher mathematics of being poor. They don't realize that, when you can't afford to buy or commercially repair a car, it may take six or eight junkers out in the yard to keep one junker going on the road. Those yard junkers take on a special value in Indian eyes: they're the source of that hard-to-come-by and almost sacred commodity in Indian country--transportation. Without wheels out in the empty distances of the rez, you're utterly isolated. When the family's one working car breaks down, one of those yard junkers may provide precisely the part that's needed so that Pop can drive seventy mikes to town each day to his menial job and help feed his often-hungry family. To such a family, those junkers out in the yard represent survival.

Besides, there's often some old auntie who sleeps, even lives, in those old wrecks. And, if you open the trunk or the glove compartment, you'll often see lovingly stacked rows of Indian corn and beans, sage, and sweetgrass, arranged in there like fine jewels. There's poetry in those junkyards. Those old junkers can hold holy things in their rusted innards. Sort of like us Indians. Remember that next time you drive through a rez and see those junkers in the yard. They're holy, too." (Leonard Peltier, Prison Writings: My Life is My Sun Dance pg. 69-70)


So why am I here? I was invited. But even with the invitation, I hesitated. I wanted to make sure the reason to come here was an ethical one. As you know, Queridos "La Bloga" readers, I've been writing and researching on Diabetes. Our Latino people are impacted by Diabetes as much as indigenous populations on both sides of the border. I am here, then, to witness, understand, and learn, how Lakota people are managing the disease.

Amelia M.L. Montes with President Bryan Brewer

Amelia M.L. Montes with Toni Red Cloud, Assistant to President Bryan Brewer

In this whirlwind week, I've met with Lakota President Bryan Brewer, Toni Red Cloud, who is one of President Brewer's assistants, and Tuki Tibbits, the Director of a Diabetes Prevention Center, "Oyate Blihelya" ("That the People May Live"). Their work to transform their grassy grounds (surrounding their offices) into vegetable gardens for the people, to provide bicycles and organized bike rides, other exercise programs, their efforts in going to the schools and Lakota owned grocery stores to consult on the kind of foods to provide, helped me understand the vast work to be done back home where I am in Lincoln, Nebraska as well as when I think if my familia in Los Angeles and Mexico.

Youth development project: Skateboard Park

 And while learning and witnessing Lakota strategies on Diabetes, yesterday our group stood on the Main Street with other locals to witness the over 200 Lakotas on horseback returning from a four-day trip they began at Fort Robinson. It's called "The Crazy Horse Ride." It is an annual youth development ride to teach Lakota youth about The history of Crazy Horse, the Lakota culture, this sacred ritual. They return with the spirit of Crazy Horse, illustrated by arriving with a riderless horse at the front of the long line of riders. It was a most moving moment to see children, teens, young adults (and adult leaders), female and male, proudly riding past us on ponies, palominos, pintos--all ages, sizes. It was breathtaking. The Indigenous Tribes of North America are not gone. They ride and stand strong, and I feel humbled and honored to be here to witness, to learn.

The Crazy Horse Memorial Ride The meaning of the ride is about the final journey of Crazy Horse. The areas of Fort Robinson and Beaver Valley were significant to the final days of the Lakota leader.  The riderless horse symbolizes a warrior and his spirit that resides within the Great Lakota Nation.

Writing in President Brewer's office.

As well, in my group with whom I am traveling, (I have come with other Chicanos and Latinos), they, like me, see so many cultural connections with the Lakota. We've been having many talks about our own mestizaje and our own experiences as minorities in this country. More to write, of course. But, for now, I wanted to share just a bit of this experience contigo. To be continued!

Reservation country.