Crow Dog : Four Generations Of Sioux Medicine Men (9780062200143) (1995) - Plot & Excerpts
Dick Wilson It was crazy the way the government treated us. One day there was a firefight; the next day we were negotiating. Sometimes there was negotiating and shooting at the same time. One day the roadblocks were up, the next they were down. The feds would shoot somebody and then fly him out in a helicopter to the hospital in Rapid City. The FBI armed the goons and worked closely with them, but the marshals would have nothing to do with “those murderous drunken bums.” The feds would curse us over the radio and the next moment chat and joke with us. Our bunkers were communicating with Red Arrow all the time. Witko wasichu, crazy white men, was all we could say. We could not figure them out. The media were as fast getting into Wounded Knee as the feds. At first the FBI refused to let the press in, but some fifteen reporters made it past the perimeter anyhow. Later the press was admitted sometimes and refused entrance on other days. Here again it was hard to figure out what the government’s policy was.
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