Remembering August Schellenberg - Pinner says... May he "Walk in Peace". I had the pleasure of meeting him at a Native American gallery in Dallas, TX. He wished me those words in an autographed photograph of his work on the movie Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee (2007). He was extremely proud of this movie and cried when scenes of the movie were shown. It was a pleasure to hear him speak.
"The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air, the fragrance of the grass, speaks to me. The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky, the rhythm of the sea, speaks to me. The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dew drop on the flower, speaks to me. The strength of fire, the taste of salmon, the trail of the sun, and the life that never goes away, They speak to me. And my heart soars." ~Chief Dan George Artist~Karen Noles
In October 1971 AIM gathered members from across the country to a protest in Washington, D.C. known as the "Trail of Broken Treaties." AIM gained national attention when it seized the Bureau of Indian Affairs national headquarters and presented a 20-point list of demands of the federal government. In 1973 it led a 71-day armed standoff with federal forces at Wounded Knee, South Dakota, on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.
Ten Bears - Comanche "You said you wanted to put us on reservations; to build us houses. I do not want them. I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free & there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where everything drew a free breath. I lived like my fathers before me & like them I lived happily. So why ask us to leave the rivers, the sun, the wind ... and live in houses? The white man has the country that we loved, and we only wish to wander the prairie until we die."
We dance to reclaim our brilliant ability to disappear in something bigger, something safe, a space without a critic or a judge or an analyst. The beat is a lover that never disappoints and, like all lovers, it demands 100% surrender. It has the power to seduce moves we couldn’t dream. It grabs us by the belly, turns us inside out and leaves us abruptly begging for more. The beat is bad, wicked, sick~whatever the word is now. “Dance to fall in love with the spirit in all things”
Philip Johnston proposed the use of Navajo to the United States Marine Corps at the beginning of World War II. Johnston, a World War I veteran, was raised on the Navajo reservation as the son of a missionary to the Navajos, and was one of the few non-Navajos who spoke their language fluently. Because Navajo has a complex grammar, and was at this time an unwritten language, it was perfect for a code.
We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft clouds of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now...but it will grow again....like the trees. May serenity circle on silent wings and catch the whisper of the winds. —Chief Joseph, Nez Pérce
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
"I am poor and naked, but I am the chief of the nation. We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right. Riches would do us no good. We could not take them with us to the other world. We do not want riches. We want peace and love." Chief Red Cloud