“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.” DeathColonialismImperialismNative AmericansLakotaAmerican IndiansCrazy HorseBlack ElkOglala Lakota Book:Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux Source: Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux
“It was never the poverty that deterred me, never the disease, unsanitary conditions, bugs or garbage, those things were never even a thought in my head as a reason for not staying. I kept looking for the good and always found it each day. I was happy on the reservation. It would have all worked out if Chief could have been a little nicer to me. The only thing I was missing was love and respect from my partner. Maybe he had changed.” LoveLightHopeDreamsAbuseDomestic ViolenceNative AmericansIndiansWounded KneeOglala LakotaLittle White BirdPine Ridge ReservationThe Dark Horse Speaks Book:The Dark Horse Speaks Source: The Dark Horse Speaks