The longer all this goes on the greater understanding I have for Annie’s daughters and what they have endured-and an increasing respect for the rez dog determination they show in the pursuit of justice for Annie and Ray.
There are times when the array of stories, misdirection, and outright lies are not only bewildering but aggravating as well-just the sheer volume of them, and the snails pace of justice serves only to exemplify all that is wrong with this case.
From our own failures as a people to communally own our communities, to what can only be described as the selective indifference of law enforcement-an indifference that manifests itself in handling rape cases on the rez as an example-their unwillingness to pursue and prosecute them.
We are warehoused, separated, and partitioned-a process of containment that is viewed as sufficient as long as the lid remains in place, the fence remains intact, and we only harm ourselves.
It is a destructive environment that breeds poverty, crime, substance abuse, cultural decline, and vermin that would promote themselves as salvation personified.
If that isn’t enough to contend with we have today’s version of the pie patrol who only seek to fawn over the ones they attempt to promote as warriors, hoping for a crumb to be tossed their way.
Websites that glorify people like Peltier and Graham, who in earlier times would have been driven from our midst, along with people like Means, Banks, Crow Dog, and the brothers
When has it ever been that a few renegades could so control the destiny and destruction of a people, of the culture and traditions? By what authority when so lacking in any leadership qualities?
There are people out there who know the truth, and these same people will smudge and speak of native pride, and yet remain silent.
In doing so they make themselves participants to murder and have no pride-no amount of smudging will atone for that, no sweat will purify and cleanse the blemish they bring upon their spirit or the spirit of the nations without first breaking their silence.
We cannot say we are a strong people, warrior nations, and in the same breath say we are afraid to speak-afraid to do the right thing-afraid to be what we and our history say we have been.
We cannot say we live in the circle, cleave to tradition, honor our ancestors and the sacrifices they made with their blood to insure that we could be who we are, and remain silent at atrocities visited upon even a single one of us.
It is a choice some have made, this silence-and in doing so they have found a way to live with it-that must be a difficult thing indeed.