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Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West (2001)

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Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee: An Indian History Of The American West (2001) - Plot & Excerpts

The whites told only one side. Told it to please themselves. Told much that is not true. Only his own best deeds, only the worst deeds of the Indians, has the white man told.—Yellow Wolf of the Nez PercésIn school most of us read what was in our textbooks which, for all intents and purposes, were written by white men. In school we learned early on that the pilgrims shook hands with the Native Americans and they all sat down together and shared food. In school they'd have us dress up as pilgrims and we'd make turkeys out of construction paper and (at least in my school) churn butter while sitting in a circle, legs crossed in what was known as "Indian-style".History has long been one-sided, usually the side of the person (or people) who are telling the story. The other side is often glossed over. This book is the other side of everything you learned in the history books from school. This is what makes it so important. This book gives voice to all the Native Americans who were there, lived it, and fought it. It's not an easy book to read, not just because the material is difficult to stomach (humans are fucking animals), but because it is also a dry read. I think this is likely that the author didn't want to glamorize any of the information, or romanticize it, rightly so - because that's what the history books tend to do.This is a tedious read at times. Sometimes it feels like a long list of names and dates. But that's really what history is, isn't it? It's a long list of names and dates. Each chapter features a different tribe's primary experiences or battles. Sometimes it feels like none of it will end, it will just keep going, and the list of the dead will just grow longer.However, if one reads carefully one will find more than just a death toll - there's information here about the various tribes and their individual cultures, their individual languages, their attitudes towards white men. There are small side stories that do bring this to life:Each time [Crazy Horse] went into the Black Hills to seek visions, he had asked Wakantanka to give him secret powers so that he would know how to lead the Oglalas to victory if the white men ever came again to make war upon his people. Since the time of his youth, Crazy Horse had known that the world men lived in was only a shadow of the real world. To get into the real world, he had to dream, and when he was in the real world everything seemed to float or dance. In this real world his horse danced as if it were wild and crazy, and this was why he called himself Crazy Horse. He had learned that if he dreamed himself into the real world before going into a fight, he could endure anything.(276)This book is not for the queasy or the timid. If you're looking for a glamorous account of both sides of the story, this isn't a book for you. This is very one-sided. Which is fine. That was the idea. There is no "white men's perspective" here. You can read that stuff anywhere else.If you just don't know anything about any of this, and you want to know more or are ashamed because you think Thanksgiving is about the pilgrims sharing their food with the Indians and that the Indians taught the white people how to plant corn, and that the troubles were all just one big misunderstanding, then this is a good book for you.Unless you want to continue to live in your little happy bubble. In which case, get off my page.

Unlike Fox News, this book doesn't claim to be "Fair and Balanced", though it still manages to come closer to that mark than Fox does. This isn't a book intended to be fair or show the big picture of the American political climate or whatever, this is a book intended to give voices to those who were victimized and murdered, over and over and over again. As I listened to this book, I kept thinking back to that old adage that history is written by the victors. And it's true. Look at all the old Western movies showing Native Americans as wild, bloodthirsty, unpredictable threats to innocent and defenseless settlers. Look at my Jr. High history class. I kept thinking of how people always try to color that which they don't understand as "the enemy", and try to color their actions against that "enemy" in positive light. And I kept thinking of how pervasive that perception has been. And it's heartbreaking to me. And it's a lesson that we still, over 100 years later, haven't learned. But what's to learn when we're the victors? Nevermind hundreds of thousands of innocent, peaceful lives lost in a show of astounding greed and ignorance and hatred. Nevermind the thousands of years of history and culture lost forever. Nevermind all that. We can haz all the things! We are white! Sometimes I'm so fucking ashamed of America's history (and present, let's be honest) that it's sickening. Needless to say, this book made me angry and sad. I couldn't even take solace in the fact that it's fiction, because it's not. I tried to think of how it could have been different, how we might have learned to live together... but we're unable to be at peace. We don't know how. The events depicted in this book were inevitable from the moment we landed in the New World. I'll step off my soapbox now and talk about the book a bit. I thought that the writing was pretty good, though non-fiction does tend to be a little dry. But my main issue was that it felt a little heavyhanded, whacking me over the head to make sure I get the point. The subject matter is cyclical: Whites need land, whites try to bargain with Indians for it, Indians cede land to whites for trinkets and pennies, whites then decide they need more land, steal the rest of it and massacre the Indians who dare try to fight back... and even those who don't. Move to new land and repeat. And while this does serve to show how relentless the Americans were in lying, stealing from and in general just plain harassing the Indians, and the passages are powerful and heartfelt, I just couldn't help thinking that a bit more skill and subtlety would have served it better. The reading by Grover Gardner was a little dry, and I wish he would have brought a little more to it. But still, overall, it was a decent performance. I definitely think that this is a book that should be required reading. I can't say that I enjoyed this book, because I don't generally enjoy listening to repeated accounts of cold-blooded murder, but it was worth it, if only to remind myself of what we're capable of, and to shore up my resolve to stand against atrocities whenever possible... even if - especially if - my government is the one perpetrating them.

What do You think about Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee: An Indian History Of The American West (2001)?

This book is devastating, relentless, and depressing. It should be required reading for all U.S. citizens. High school history classes really should teach kids just exactly how our country expanded west. As an American of European descent, I am thoroughly disgusted. Invasion and destroying other people's cultures is bad enough, but we did even worse than take the Indians' land and systematically destroy so many of their cultures. Read on.And yes, it is"cultures", plural. Most white people never bothered to understand how many different tribes and languages there were.To be fair, the book does mention a few white people who tried to do the right thing, including President Ulysses Grant, who hired the first Indian to workas Commissioner of Indian Affairs. It's similar to the way some white people were active in the Underground Railroad and in the Civil Rights movement.Too little, too late, but at least there were instances of compassion and respect.In the 21st century, we have certainly come a long way in terms of cultural sensitivity. But still, in my opinion the worst of it is that we acquired the land from its original inhabitants by lying and cheating and killing women, children, old people and even their horses! (Horses meant freedom and mobility and we just couldn't allow the tribes to have that, so the soldiers would shoot all the ponies.) We made treaties and then broke them as soon as it became inconvenient. There is nothing honorable about that. I'm proud to be American, but this aspect of our history is truly shameful. Isn't it wonderful that as Americans we have the right to speak out when something is wrong! People need to read this book, educate themselves, and not let this kind of atrocity happen again.
—Gaijinmama

"Look at me. I was raised on this land where the sun rises- now I come from where the sun sets. Whose voice was first sounded on this land? The voice of the red people who had but bows and arrows." Red Cloud"Every American should read this." Being from Scotland, I can't really say much else apart from the fact that it is very true: Every American should read this. Just like every Russian should read The Gulag Archipelago. These kind of books are important because it gives us a further understanding of the land we walk on. It isn't entertaining in any conventional way, rather it is a sad, depressing, unforgivably brutal, but nonetheless interesting work of history. But there is something else I would like to add since I'm Scottish, British and essentially European: Every European should read this.It's true. Not only should every American read this, but every European too. It's important literature. As far back as the 15th century, Europeans crossed the pond in search of this huge piece of land. Spanish, English, Scottish, Irish, German, Portuguese, French and many other Europeans colonized America and rather ignorantly ignored the indigenous tribes that lived there for thousands of years before and decided to slaughter them violently simply to get their own way. Native Americans lived simply. They were spiritual humans who hunted for their own food, ate the meat, used the fur for clothes and made utensils out of the bones. Every part of the animal was used for all the right reasons. They didn't live in houses; in fact they were simply astonished when they saw the white mans house. They believed in the Great Spirit, did regular sun dances and other religious activities, but the new Americans saw them as barbaric, primitive and uncivilised, and wanted to convert them to Christianity. In fact, Dee Brown mentions in the first chapter, during the very early days of colonization, when the Spanish kidnapped and shipped a few Native Americans over to Spain, forced them to convert to Christianity and egotistically rejoiced when the 'first' Native American was accepted into heaven.Despite my emotional rambling, this isn't an attack against whites. I sound like I'm attacking my own race. No, that is not the case, as in certain parts of the book there are genuinely good whites who try their best to live in peace along with the Native Americans, respect them and understand their inherent frustrations. Every now and then, amidst the horrors, the wars, the vicious genocidal exterminations, the injustice, there are some whites who give us a bit of hope and hopefully gave some of the Native Americans a little hope that not all whites are evil.Highly sympathetic towards the Native Americans, Dee Brown has created a painstakingly honest and heart wrenching account of the American Indians and the violent European colonization of America. Every chapter is essentially the same: Broken promises from the whites which lead to war and then disturbing massacres throughout the States. But don't let the repetition put you off, as each story is profoundly important and incredibly riveting.
—Sean Wilson

there's so much history, and so many names and dates and places, that i feel like i don't remember much in detail (i have no mind for that stuff), but the underlying story is the same in every case. misunderstanding and betrayal and chauvanism and savagery and death. over and over these indian civilizations were reduced to small bands of young men, forced into the hills and fighting hopeless guerrilla wars against the american army after all the others had been killed or pushed onto reservations. it's these last desperate holdouts that we remember: geronimo, sitting bull, crazy horse.when i drove across the country with my father we stopped at wounded knee, in south dakota, a village that was the site of one of the last great massacres of the indian wars. there was a misunderstanding involving a deaf indian after the others had handed in their guns and surrendered to the army. his gun somehow discharged while they were taking it away, and the army opened fire, killing something like 300 of the 350 villagers. the site now is operated, i think, by the BLM. there's a small, run-down museum there and a windswept cemetery. the place is totally deserted. it's so indescribably disrespectful that this place is run by the BLM and allowed to just rot. we have monuments and memorials and national historic sites all over this country, the least we could do is put a decent marker on this spot, something to honor these people. stuff like that, ceremony, usually doesn't matter much to me, but in this case the obvious absence of any official american interest in the site is so insulting. it feels almost deliberate. the place feels forgotten. my father was palpably distraught.in 1973 an american indian group camped at wounded knee for two and a half months under armed siege by the federal government. they were demanding that the government honor several broken treaties, in particular the one that gave the black hills of the dakotas to the sioux people. that ended with over a thousand arrests, and several shootings. there's something about that place that just breathes sadness.
—dead letter office

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