“Morning, Dominick.”
“Morning, Freddy.”
“What’s new?”
“Let’s see. I finished reading ‘A Century of Dishonor’ last night; quite impressive. That Helen Hunt Jackson really knows how to evoke an image of the white man’s treachery. Do you know how many treaties your people have signed and then broken in the past 20 years alone?”
“Er, excuse me, I hear someone calling me or something!”
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I’m Shoshone living in northern Nevada and the stories I’ve heard about just from older family members is terrible. As a quick example, my father and his older sister were taken to a boarding school in the mid 60s in Montana, where they were repeatedly beaten, and my aunt was sexually assaulted and my father, who was also left-handed was repeatedly beaten for being left-handed. After returning home my aunt said that she could not stop washing her hands because she had felt that she was dirty because of the color of her skin.
Yup. Ottowae/Wyandotte descendant here. When I was young I used to hear my grandmother mention “Indian school”. Always in passing and never elaborated on. As a child it was something I never thought much of. There’s all sorts of schools out there. Religious and otherwise. I assumed it reference schools run by or on the reservations. Heh, nope. She passed long before I understood or ever thought to ask unfortunately.
The Sioux especially
Ha!
