Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux, The Premier Edition

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The author did a thorough job in researching this book and there was plenty of material to pull from. I think some of the chapters such as those covering the Battle at Little Bighorn and Massacre at Wounded Knee have been written better by others but the writing was still good. I think the latter 1/2 of the book was fresh. The author also wrote an excellent epilogue that summarized some of the challenges facing Pine Ridge in modern times. Kad no Zemes tika noņemta 4.rase, indiāņiem tika dota iespēja ar šīm zināšanām turpināt būt - tad 25% ar lielāku turpmākās attīstības potenciālu devās uz Dienvidameriku, bet pārejie 75% - uz Ziemeļameriku. Nebija paredzēts, ka šīs zemes iekaros un ar indiāņiem sajauksies/ tās iznīcinās nākamā 5.rase, t.i., mēs, ārieši. Tout ce que fait le pouvoir de l'Univers se fait dans un cercle. Le ciel est rond et j'ai entendu dire que la terre est ronde comme une balle et que toutes les étoiles le sont aussi. Les oiseaux font leur nid en cercle parce qu'ils ont la même religion que nous. Le soleil s'élève et redescend dans un cercle, la lune fait de même, et tous deux sont rond.

I could see that the Wasichus did not care for each other the way our people did before the nation’s hoop was broken. They would take everything from each other if they could, and so there were some who had more of everything than they could use, while crowds of people had nothing at all and maybe were starving. They had forgotten that the earth was their mother. It's my favorite time of year, and I've got all the liquids in my cauldrons bubbling on the stove: soup, applesauce, Love Potion #9, and my standard Witches Brew (for poisoning).

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The timeline at the end is excellent. Really helps put things in perspective as an easy reference point. Hearing the Lakota side of the stories of their battles with the U.S. to hold on to the land and to maintain the culture that they loved so much was so eye-opening and personal to me. My heart aches for the victims of this American holocaust. Sākotnēji indiāņi tika radīti kā ļoti enerģētiski spējīga un jaudīga tauta, viņi sadarbojās ar stihijām, perfekti pārzināja stihiju valodas kā gari runā, viņi mācēja runāt vēja valodā, zemes valodā utml.

Although harder for our scientific western culture to fathom, it is also possible to see these visions as visions, experienced by a person who was open to them by either illness or ability.

The way I see it, I can either stop everything and read this book alone for the rest of 2020, or I can finish my challenge like the overachiever I am. Neihardt, John G (1955). Ich rufe mein Volk: Leben, Traum und Untergang der Ogalalla-Sioux von Schwarzer Hirsch [Übers. von Siegfried Lang] (1st Germaned.). Olten: Walter Verlag. ISBN 3889775411. Kā 4.rasei raksturīgais - indiāņi vienīgie šobrīd nav ar verga imprintu/programmu un arī vienīgā tauta, kurai nav alkohola sašķelšanās gēna - viņi pat no vienas glāzes neatiet un, kas ar to aizraujas, ir norakstīti cilvēki. This should be required reading for all. The way Indians were treated is overlooked and frankly, we should all pause to understand how our lives were influenced in some way by the broken promises of our ancestors. It's disgusting, disappointing, disrespectful. The way Indians were abused, the disease the settlers spread, and how Indians still pay 150 years later with poverty, alcoholism, and perhaps worst of all, the loss of their identity. Damn.

Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 2022-02-17 18:12:24 Associated-names Neihardt, John Gneisenau, 1881-1973 Bookplateleaf 0002 Boxid IA40363404 Camera Sony Alpha-A6300 (Control) Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier Orange, Tommy (22 Jul 2021). "The Untold Stories of Wes Studi". GQ. Condé Nast . Retrieved 2 September 2023. John Neihardt's classic is a problematic read to be sure. On the one hand, Neihardt was a sympathetic interlocutor who elicited a fascinating account from an extraordinary man who lived through several major episodes in late-19th-century history. On the other hand, his poetic pretensions led him to rearrange and dress up that testimony, adorning it with his own mediocre neo-Romantic insight, and altogether distorting the historical and cultural record.It's a sad tale. There were a few helpful and kind people mentioned, like John Neihardt, but the good discovered is minuscule compared to the near total destruction. The crimes of the white government and the settlers against Native Americans in terms of broken promises and a unfulfilled treaties loom large in this work. The violence used by the army to relegate the tribes to reservations is inexcusable and a stain in our nation’s history. Why read something that isn’t enjoyable? Where do you derive enjoyment and satisfaction, from learning, or from being blissfully unaware? I'm at the point in life where there is little else to linger for save yesterday. This book took me there in spades. Les Wasichus nous ont mis dans ces boites carrées (maisons), notre pouvoir s'en est allé et nous allons mourir parce que le pouvoir n'est plus en nous.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice. You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer. All things belong to you --- the two-leggeds, the four-leggeds, the wings of the air and all green things that live. You have set the powers of the four quarters to cross each other. The good road and the road of difficulties you have made to cross; and where they cross the place is holy. Day in and day out, forever, you are the life of things. Everyone believes in the atrocities of the enemy and disbelieves in those of his own side.” ~ George Orwell It is also a source of hope that people may recognize that great ideas are very hard to express, and may come to use through many imperfect attempts, all beautiful. grāmata ir par Ziemeļamerikas indiāņu tautas nežēlīgas iznīcināšanas aculiecinieku stāstījumu par tautai liktenīgiem notikumiem 19.gs. otrajā pusē. Es redzēju, ka baltie cits par citu nerūpējās tā, kā darīja mūsu cilvēki, pirms tika izpostīts cilts aplis. Viņi atņēma cits citam visu, ja vien varēja, un tādēļ starp viņiem bija tādi, kuriem bija ļoti daudz visa kā - vairāk, nekā tie varēja izmantot, kamēr ļaužu pūļiem nebija vispār nekā, un tie varbūt cieta badu. Viņi bija aizmirsuši, ka zeme ir viņu māte. Tā dzīvot nebija labāk par to, kā mēs dzīvojām senāk." (195.lp).

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Es lūkojos atpakaļ pagātnē un atsaucu atmiņā savas tautas seno dzīvesveidu, bet vairums vairs nedzīvoja tā kā agrāk. Viņi bija uzsākuši iet pa melno ceļu, katrs pats par sevi, ievērojot tikai nedaudzus savus likumus" (194.lp.)