BUFFALO CALF ROBE WOMAN
LITTLE WOLF AND DULL KNIFE
Unlike Willie Nelson’s song my heroes have never been cowboys – they’ve been men like Little Wolf, Dull Knife, Chief Joseph, and Quanah Parker to name just a few.
Women number among my heroes as well – women like Lozen, Buffalo Calf Road Woman, Running Eagle, and Moving Robe – again just to name a few.
I didn’t grow up with tales of cattle drives, little houses on the prairie, exaggerated stories of gunslingers, and great “victories” over the red savages, nor the romantic imagery of Gunsmoke, Bonanza, and Hollywood.
I was raised in the midst of an oral history passing through generations with a personal ancestry shrouded in the midst of a history written by others.
No Dukes, Earls, Princesses, signers of the Magna Carta, vague associations with royalty and signators of the Constitution or six plus degrees of separation with celebrities.
A history of those whose names were never recorded and precious few mementos only a generation or two old.
Artifacts remain that a tribal attribution can be given to, but in most instances it cannot be said this belonged to a specific person – that’s true in other cultures as well but the time line is different.
As was said to me where the land is red that is the blood of our people, the same red when the sun sets or rises ……. my people, ancestors I will never know so much as their name.
The land is the final resting place of every living breathing thing that has ever lived or will live – as such it should be considered sacred, treated with respect and reverence.