Otto Braided Hair greets the runners.
The runners line up for paint and blessings.
The elders lead the runners to the road.
Frozen fog along the way.
With the sesquicentennial anniversary of Sand Creek just a couple of days away, here’s a partial list of recent resources about the massacre:
If you’ve got anything to add, please leave a comment. Thanks!
With the sesquicentennial anniversary of Sand Creek looming, some descendants of the massacre’s perpetrators are grappling with their ancestor’s actions on November 29, 1864. See, for example, this short piece by Patricia Calhoun, who discusses the family of John Evans, and this much longer and more personal account, by the great-great-grandson of William Allen.
I have nothing interesting to say about Ferguson. But this image
calls to mind these lines:
It was the fourth day after Christmas in the Year of our Lord 1890. When the first torn and bleeding bodies were carried into the candlelit church, those who were conscious could see Christmas greenery hanging from the open rafters. Across the chancel front above the pulpit was strung a crudely lettered banner: PEACE ON EARTH, GOOD WILL TO MEN.
Some of you will recognize that as a passage from Dee Brown’s Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. I’m reminded this morning that the American past and present are shot through with painful and often unrecognized ironies — not that this is even a little bit revelatory.
Tony Horwitz has a new piece in Smithsonian Magazine about Sand Creek.