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“Ben yüreğini yitirmiş bu zamandan korkuyorum

Bunca elin boşunalığını düşünmekten

Bunca yüzün yabancılaşmasından

korkuyorum.”

Furuğ Ferruhzad...

N Webster Street, Red Cloud, Nebraska.

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Native American historian Ned Blackhawk joins WIRED to answer the internet's burning questions about the cultures and histories of the indigenous peoples of North America. Why were reservations established and who lives on them? Do reservations have their own laws and police? How did What was the infamous "Trail of Tears?" What were conflicts between tribes like prior to the arrival of Europeans? Did the United States ever lose a war with a Native American tribe? What was agriculture and raising children like in native cultures? Answers to these questions and many more await on WIRED's Native American Support.

0:00 Native American Support with Ned Blackhawk

0:12 Reservations

1:19 Casinos

2:53 Map of tribal boundaries in the US

4:01 Navajo Code Talkers

4:40 The Trail of Tears

5:32 Andrew Jackson and forced native nation migration

6:48 Origins of the stereotypical native aesthetic

8:16 Powwows

10:00 The 1960s Red Power movement

11:46 Indian, Native American, or Indigenous?

12:17 Native agriculture

13:34 Native conflicts before European contact

14:12 Raising children in Native American cultures

15:26 Sacagawea’s journey

17:16 Did the Iroquois really use the "Seventh Generation Principle"

18:32 Boarding schools

19:47 Remembering Red Cloud

20:57 The trappings of sovereignty

21:53 Did the United States ever lose a war with a Native American tribe?

22:28 The (controversial) Native American Church

23:48 Population growth

Superman: Action Comics #1006

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Red Cloud's Speech after Wounded Knee Massacre! ➔Red Cloud (1822-1909)

A Perspective from Chief Red Cloud, on how Native Americans were treated during the late 1800’s - A MUST READ! ⏬🔽👇TRUTH!

“I will tell you the reason for the trouble. When we first made treaties with the Government, our old life and our old customs were about to end; the game on which we lived was disappearing; the whites were closing around us, and nothing remained for us but to adopt their ways,-the Government promised us all the means necessary to make our living out of the land, and to instruct us how to do it, and with abundant food to support us until we could take care of ourselves. We looked forward with hope to the time we could be as independent as the whites, and have a voice in the Government.

The army officers could have helped better than anyone else but we were not left to them. An Indian Department was made with a large number of agents and other officials drawing large salaries-then came the beginning of trouble; these men took care of themselves but not of us. It was very hard to deal with the government through them- they could make more for themselves by keeping us back than by helping us forward. We did not get the means for working our lands; the few things they gave us did little good.

Our rations began to be reduced; they said we were lazy. That is false. How does any man of sense suppose that so great a number of people could get work at once unless they were at once supplied with the means to work and instructors enough to teach them? Our ponies were taken away from us under the promise that they would be replaced by oxen and large horses; it was long before we saw any, and then we got very few. We tried with the means we had, but on one pretext or another, we were shifted from one place to another, or were told that such a transfer was coming. Great efforts were made to break up our customs, but nothing was done to introduce us to customs of the whites.

Everything was done to break up the power of the real chiefs. Those old men really wished their people to improve, but little men, so-called chiefs, were made to act as disturbers and agitators. Spotted Tail wanted the ways of the whites, but an assassin was found to remove him. This was charged to the Indians because an Indian did it, but who set on the Indian?

I was abused and slandered, to weaken my influence for good. This was done by men paid by the government to teach us the ways of the whites. I have visited many other tribes and found that the same things were done amongst them; all was done to discourage us and nothing to encourage us. I saw men paid by the government to help us—all very busy making money for themselves, but doing nothing for us. . . . The men who counted (census) told all around that we were feasting and wasting food. Where did he see it? How could we waste what we did not have? We felt we were mocked in our misery; we had no newspaper and no one to speak for us. Our rations were again reduced. You who eat three times a day and see your children well and happy around you cannot understand what a starving Indian feels! We were faint with hunger and maddened by despair. and left only a dead weight in our hands. They were not very heavy but we were faint and the dead weighed us down. There was no hope on earth.

God seemed to have forgotten. Some one had been talking of the Son of God and said He had come. The people did not know; they did not care; they snatched at hope; they screamed like crazy people to Him for mercy they caught at the promise they heard He had made. The white men were frightened and called for soldiers. We begged for life and the white men thought we wanted theirs; we heard the soldiers were coming. We did not fear. We hoped we could tell them our suffering and could get help.

The white men told us the soldiers meant to kill us; we did not believe it but some were frightened and ran away to the Bad Lands. The soldiers came. They said: "don't be afraid-we come to make peace, not war." It was true; they brought us food. But the hunger-crazed who had taken fright at the soldiers' coming and went to the Bad Lands could not be induced to return to the horrors of reservation life. They were called Hostiles and the Government sent the army to force them back to their reservation prison.”

•I find it amusing that people come across my time-line, and have the tenacity to say “that we need to forgive,” or that - “it was it was not me,” that “it was my fore-father’s that did this to Natives, Not me,” like it absolves them from their part, without the realization that this mindset was created by them, and that it still lingers today! Atrocity after atrocity; lies after lie, this is the truth of what happened; we need to ensure it never happens again, we won’t forget! Probably, trying to come after our rare earth minerals-next! We will be ready…

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Storm/ Fred Ian

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Miner House

ca. 1878

Red Cloud, Nebraska

October 2020

This Italiante-style home was built by J.L. Miner and described in My Antonia as the Harling House, where Antonia worked as a "hired girl." Willa Cather was a neighbor and friend of the Miner children, and the whole family became prototypes for the novel's Harling family.