They buried their hearts at Wounded Knee

Today is the day in 1890 (not so long ago, unless you are under the age of 30) that over 300 members of the Lakota tribe were butchered by federal troops at Wounded Knee.
Black Elk, a holy man of the Lakota (also known as the Sioux) tribe, said later, "I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people’s dream died there. It was a beautiful dream. And I, to whom so great a vision was given in my youth,—you see me now a pitiful old man who has done nothing, for the nation’s hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead."
I think it would not be really necessary to make any comparisons to life on Culebra, as anyone who has an interest here has hopefully read Target Culebra by Richard Copaken, or Don Monchin's book of the history of Culebra, to better understand the depths and duplicity of those, even to the present day, who attempt to steal Culebra for themselves and their own disrespectful greed. Those who were born here have lived this reality, especially the elders of the community. Are we headed for a time when there is no longer a center? When all the sacred trees will be dead? When our hearts' view of Culebra will be only a memory, as I'm sure it is for many of the elders here? I don't have answers, I only have the desire to stand in the breach and be open and thankful for living here on Culebra and willing to work for holding on and saving what's left.

Have a tranquil Tuesday. Do something truthful.