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“Crazy Horse was dead. He was brave and good and wise. He never wanted anything but to save his people, and he fought the Wasichus only when they came to kill us in our own country. He was only thirty years old. They could not kill him in battle. They had to lie to him and kill him that way. I cried all night, and so did my father.”

Quote by Black Elk

Book:Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux

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Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux

This book is a first-hand account of the author's spiritual awakening and his role as a medicine man within the Oglala Sioux tribe. It offers insights into the culture, traditions, and spiritual beliefs of the Oglala Sioux people. more

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Black Elk, whose real name was Netsahihoka, was a medicine man of the Omaha Sioux tribe. Born on December 1, 1863, and died on August 19, 1950, Black Elk is known for his profound spiritual insight and contributions to the Sioux culture. more

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