Sand Creek has been the topic of conversation since yesterday, the hundred and fiftieth anniversary, kind of cast a pallor at times accompanied by an array of emotions.
A hundred and fifty years ago, seems like a long time and yet in view of circumstances seems as though it were only yesterday – a wound that sears the flesh and anguishes the spirit even to this day.
Difficult on occasion to look at little ones with the knowledge that Sand Creek and so many other like events are a part of a legacy handed down to them – that in time they will come to understand the history and implications and likewise carry the burden of that memory.
Parents want to protect their children, but they also want them to be grounded and equipped to deal with historical and current adversities – depending on the age of a child that is fine line to walk.
But Sand Creek is and should be a part of those things that compose every man, woman, and child among the nations irregardless of tribe, as we have all faced the same injustice, the same loss of culture, freedom, land, and the blood of our ancesters blankets this land, it is the red in the sky at dawn and dusk – and as a grandmother near and dear to me once said, it is the red clay wherever you find it.