I read a lot instead. Stuff like this:
"Wholesale massacre occurred and I have never heard of a more brutal, cold-blooded massacre than that at Wounded Knee. About two hundred women and children were killed and wounded; women with little children on their backs, and small children powder burned by the men who killed them being so near as to burn the flesh and clothing with the powder of their guns, and nursing babes with five bullet holes through them."
~General Nelson A. Miles, Division Chief Officer, December 29, 1890
Washington, D. C. March 13, 1917
The Honorable Commissioner of Indian Affairs
Sir:
I am informed that there is a delegation in Washington now who came here from South Dakota and who are representatives of the remnant of what is known as the Big Foot Band of Northern Sioux Indians.
I was in command of that Department in 1889, 1890, and 1891, when what is known as the Messiah craze and threatened uprising of the Indians occurred. It was created by misrepresentations of white men then living in Nevada who sent secret messages to the different tribes in the great Northwest calling upon them to send representatives to meet Him near Walker Lake, Nevada.
This was done, and returning to their different tribes in the Northwest and West, and even in the Southwest, they repeated the false statement to the different tribes that the Messiah had returned to earth and would the next year move East, driving large herds of wild horses, buffalo, elk, deer and antelope, and was going to convert this into an Indian heaven -- in other words, the Happy Hunting Grounds.
This, together with the fact that the Indians had been in almost a starving condition in South Dakota, owing to the scarcity of rations and the nonfulfillment of treaties and sacred obligations under which the Government had been placed to the Indians, caused great dissatisfaction, dissension and almost hostility. Believing this superstition, they resolved to gather and go West to meet the Messiah, as they believed it was the fulfillment of their dreams and prayer and the prophecies as had been taught them by the missionaries.
Several thousand warriors assembled in the Bad Lands of South Dakota. During this time the tribe, under Big Foot, moved from their reservation to near the Red Cloud Agency in South Dakota under a flag of truce. They numbered over four hundred souls. They were intercepted by a command under Lt. Col. Whitside, who demanded their surrender, which they complied with, and moved that afternoon some two or three miles and camped where they were directed to do, near the camp of the troops.
During the night Colonel Forsyth joined the command with reinforcements of several troops of the 7th Cavalry. The next morning he deployed his troops around the camp, placed two pieces of artillery in position, and demanded the surrender of the arms from the warriors. This was complied with by the warriors going out from camp and placing the arms on the ground where they were directed.
Chief Big Foot, an old man, sick at the time and unable to walk, was taken out of a wagon and laid on the ground.
While this was being done a detachment of soldiers was sent into the camp to search for any arms remaining there, and it was reported that their rudeness frightened the women and children. It is also reported that a remark was made by some one of the soldiers that "when we get the arms away from them we can do as we please with them, " indicating that they were to be destroyed. Some of the Indians could understand English.
This and other things alarmed the Indians and scuffle occurred between one warrior who had rifle in his hand and two soldiers. The rifle was discharged and a massacre occurred, not only the warriors but the sick Chief Big Foot, and a large number of women and children who tried to escape by running and scattering over the parry were hunted down and killed.
The official reports make the number killed 90 warriors and approximately 200 women and children. The action of the Commanding Officer, in my judgment at the time, and I so reported, was most reprehensible.
The disposition of his troops was such that in firing upon the warriors they fired directly towards their own lines and also into the camp of the women and children. and I have regarded the whole affair as most unjustifiable and worthy of the severest condemnation.
In my opinion, the least the Government can do is to make a suitable recompense to the survivors who are still living for the great injustice that was done them and the serious loss of their relatives and property -- and I earnestly recommend that this may be favorably considered by the Department and by Congress and a suitable appropriation be made.
I remain
Very truly yours,
(SGD.) NELSON A. MILES
Lt. General, U. S. Army
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Heroes
Colonel Rick Rescorla
As an ex-1st of the 7th Cavalry Sky Trooper (Charlie Company - 3rd Brigade "Gerry Owen") I had heard of Rick Rescorla.
Rick was made famous by the account of his actions during the Battle of the Ia Drang Valley in November 1965, the Americans' first major battle of the Vietnam War. He became a legend in the unit for his behavior in combat, and his face became an American icon when a young reporter named Peter Arnett snapped his photo. That photo became the cover of the book "We Were Soldiers Once...and Young", by Hal Moore and Joe Galloway, two who were there. The book, and now the movie, "We Were Soldiers",with Mel Gibson, tell the story of the fight. Rescorla was a second lieutenant then, but was already well-experienced in combat.
Born in Cornwall, on the English coast, Rescorla had seen man's darker side already, first from service with the British army on Cyprus, and later in a paramilitary "security force" in Rhodesia. Being a young warrior, he was the sort that England seems to have bred in abundance for centuries: the type of young man who in times past went forth from Britain and created an empire upon which the sun never set. England happened to be fresh out of wars in the 1960s, so Rescorla became a U.S. Citizen and volunteered for combat in Viet Nam.
In 1965 Rescorla knew war. His men did not, yet. To steady them, to break their concentration away from the fear that may grip a man when he realizes there are hundreds of men very close by who want to kill him, Rescorla sang. Mostly he sang dirty songs that would make a sailor blush.
Interspersed with the lyrics was the voice of command: "Fix bayonets...on liiiiine...reaaaa-dy...forward." It was a voice straight from Waterloo, from the Somme, implacable, impeccable, impossible to disobey.
After his time as a rifle platoon leader, Rescorla ran a brigade-level LRRP (long range reconnaissance patrol) team for Hal Moore, commander of the 3rd Brigade, 1st Cavalry Division. The story then shifts to 30+ years later and Col. Rick Rescola was working as the Head of Security for a company headquartered in the WTC.
Rick proceeded to do his job, saving lives by moving people out of the tower. And that's what he was doing again on September 11. Various employees of Morgan Stanley report his presence across all 20 floors occupied by the company. Just as in combat, he was everywhere -- calm, jocular in the face of panic, reassuring in his personal presence.
There is no way to exaggerate the number of human lives he saved that day. Not just the Morgan Stanley employees, but every single person on a floor above theirs owes a nod in his direction. Thanks to him, just about every one of the employees of his company made it out of the building, all 20 floors of them. Of their thousands, all but seven got out.
Rescorla would no more have left that tower before every single person was outside than I would start singing show tunes from Broadway. Despite the fact that an announcement was made over the building speakers telling everyone to stay put after that first strike, Rescorla apparently said, "Bugger THAT!" and started the evacuation immediately.
When it appeared that everyone was out, he went back in, heading up those stairs with the rescue workers. That is where he was last seen. He was inside, being himself and putting his own safety a far second to others, when the tower came down on him. God Bless you Rick, wherever you are and yes, Gerry Owen!!
Teeroos&trade's Details
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Single
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Straight
Hometown:
Quebec
Body type:
7' 6" / Average
Ethnicity:
Native American
Religion:
Other
Zodiac Sign:
Gemini
Smoke / Drink:
No / Yes
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Proud parent
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Grad / professional school
Occupation:
U.S. Paratrooper/Policy Analyst
Teeroos&trade's Schools
CARLETON UNIVERSITY
Ottawa, Canada
Graduated: 1988
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Master's Degree
Major: Political Science
About me:
I am Native North American of Tuscarora and Algonquin German/English heritage. I am from Canada but my father's tribe (Tuscarora) went from New York State to live in North Carolina and then returned to New York State. Personal history, culture and roots is an important aspect of my life and it sort of defines how I view this world.
Why is there no category for "Gnostisism" doesn't anyone believe that we can find our creator unlesss we go through some other person or institution??
I'm always thinking about music. I've always tried to learn new things each day. I've been a paratrooper in the U.S. Army and and I'm a Viet Nam veteran. I've been a hunter/trapper/prospecter and a miner in the north of Canada.
Did my time in school and got an undergraduate degree (B.A.) in Poli-Sci with a couple of years in Law School. Now I work as a Policy Advisor on Land Rights issues in the area of aboriginal rights. Still, working on getting my Carpenter's License and going to college for that as part of my apprenticeship program. I like to build homes for people to live in and to enjoy.
At present, I'm taking time to re-learn things about traditional medicine and to build birch-bark canoes which is one of the things my tribe was famous for and needs to be re-vitalized. I strongly believe that our traditional rights do not reside in books or the minds of non-native lawyers (or even native lawyers) Our rights exist because we exercise them in our daily lives, simpliciter.
My music influences are eclectic (whose ain't?) I'd like to give props to every musician that I've listened to, but that would be impossible. So I started listening to Hank Williams and Johnny Ca$h when I was quite young and my uncle taught me my first licks and chords on guitar. Then I learned to play keyboards on a Hammond B3 and played church music and some R&B. Then I got back to the guitar and began playing in high school to attract &hearts girls &hearts ... mostly. These days I play Rhythm, lead and Bass; in that order.
My key influences coming up were all from the MoTown and soul music. Then Rock and Roll, especially the recycled blues and R&B that was brought back to our attention by our British mates. Eric Clapton, The Stones, Spencer Davis Group, Yardbirds, Georgie Fame and The Animals, Neil Young (I know I'm forgetting lots here, so let's say any group that Jeff Beck ever played in),The Small Faces and Faces - Syd Barrett's "Pink Floyd". Special regards for my old drinking girlfriend from Montreal Big Mama Thorton, who wrote "You Ain't Nothing But A Hound-Dog" and never made "no money from it" (I really miss getting royally pissed-drunk with her and hearing her say: "Clo' de Door! Oh Clo'de Door!").
Parliament/Funkadelics, Isley Brothers, Curtis Mayfield, Al Green, Santos and Johnny, Redbone, Los Lobos,Santana, Malo, Link Wray, MC5, Velvet Underground, The Style Council-The Jam, Black Flag, The Damned, The Clash, Stiff Little Fingers, Lynrd Skynrd, The Allman Brothers, The Grateful Dead, Jonathan Richman and The Modern Lovers, Depeche Mode ... Ah the list just goes on and on.
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