I’m not sure how the idea came to be of constructing “Libraries” in honor of various “statesmen” or presidents, or for that matter which of those that exist was the first.
But when you take into consideration such libraries bear the names of Richard
Nixon and George “dubya” Bush the concept loses some of it’s cachet.
All such libraries to my understanding are funded by private donations, that being
the case you or I could possibly have a library constructed and named in our honor
if we could secure the necessary funding.
Such an attempt is being made related to the late Russell Means, an attempt to
convince the public that iron pyrite (fool’s gold) is actually the real thing – sort
of a salting of the mine.
There is a grand arrogance in such an attempt and I would suspect a hope or belief
that decades of fairy tales and propaganda will suffice to dilute reality.
A reality that fittingly could only lead to such a library being one of those vacant
forlorn abandoned houses on Pine Ridge being the location – or perhaps reduced to
a mobile bookmobile cobbled together with duct tape and baling wire known as a
rez car coughing and wheezing it’s way along dripping oil and spewing fumes with a
cardboard box containing a few tattered copies of Means literary efforts rescued from the
Such is the legacy Means leaves, a man who lived in a bloated and self infatuated
arrogance capitalizing on the poverty of those he claimed to represent.