Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Leaving My Heart on the Prairie

Hello
It's good to be home.
I have been traveling for the past two weeks and it was good but it is always nice to sleep in ones own bed, something we take for granted here in the U.S. at least most of us.  
 But there is a land in the U.S. that most do not have a bed or even a mattress, it is a land in the middle of rich farm land and prairie as far as the eye can see but the people there go to sleep hungry. 
This land is in South Dakota... 
but this is not the South Dakota I knew as a child, 
spending summer days chasing sheep through plush pastures and watching the wind making waves over golden wheat fields on my grandmothers farm.
  The smell of apple pie drifting through the house and the call of the mourning dove waking me in a bed soft with down.




This is the South Dakota I have always held dear to my heart, 
but now there is another South Dakota 
that is in stark contrast... 
it tugs at my heart and brings me to my knees. 


It is one of endless prairie and beauty but no food grows here, there are no fields ripe, the earth is hard and rocky, it is ruthless, harsh and the wind sweeps poverty .




 This land once bowed it's head to the  Oglala Lakota Sioux and they lived in harmony with it but we the United States broke that union and stole the best from them and changed their way of life forever... 


We told them how to dress, took the nomadic lifestyle from them 
and in the name of God and Christianity cut their hair
 and punished them when they spoke their native tongue. 


We tried to wipe them from the face of the earth and 
those that survived were stripped of all they once knew. 


Wounded Knee Cemetery

We took the land that was most sacred to them and gave them land no one wanted... 


Ah, you say but that was so long ago... 

So, I thought when I first visited
 the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. 



I thought I had stepped back in time... or was in another country, this cannot be the United States.
 If you visit here... and talk to the Lakota people 
you will find them still in mourning. 
They are still trying to climb out of the hole we put them in a hundred years ago,
 "they are a forgotten people in a forgotten place".



They have no voice... 

Today they do not have adequate housing, the government built cluster houses but way too few, it also sent up FEMA trailers with black mold problems.
 It is common to find trailers sleeping 15 people because those with homes take in whoever needs a roof over their heads.
 Many homes are without running water or sewer. 
The water they do have is tainted with Uranium from the Black Hills mining and has been declared not safe for drinking by the epa.
There are children suffering from drinking water...









And then there is the alcohol problem even though the reservation is dry the 85% alcoholism rate is paralyzing. 



Just outside the reservation, in the bordering town of White Clay, Neb. alcohol is legal. Though only fourteen people live in this neighboring town, each year 4 million cans of beer are sold. 
They have a best seller called Joose, one can contains a whole bottle of wine, fruit flavored and is up to 12% alcohol. 
They thrive off the sickness the Lakota people have with alcohol. 







There are on the average 65 homeless living on the streets of White Clay...

And yet in the midst of so much heartache there are the faces that walk through my dreams... the bright faces of survivors, 
the faces that hold a warriors heart.


Nupa White Plume taken from Nat'l Geographic

The faces of those who get up every morning and face a day with insurmountable obstacles... yet smile bright and live life with an open  heart to what life gives them. 


Nupa and his twin brother Zuya White Plume






Beautiful playful children having fun with squirt guns unmindful of their surroundings...



Lovely Meghan and Zuya's daughter



Proud daddy...


Annie May




Beautiful faces... beautiful hearts
Beautiful people of the Pine Ridge Reservation

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning...
Lam. 3:22



Please join my journey as I bring more of my Pine Ridge trip to you over the next couple of posts.
Blessings
Rebecca

14 comments:

  1. Rebecca - How true but how sad!! The Indians were promised everything and got very little in return. Some got nothing. My prayers are with this tribe.

    Judy

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  2. Oh-Rebecca-I am just back to blogging and already my heart is breaking. I can just feel their pain through your words and their faces. What beautiful people you found and photographed there. It is hard to see such a proud people brought so low by the injustices forced upon them. Blessings and thank you for this beautiful post- xo Diana

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  3. It is so sad that they feel they have nothing to work for so turn to alcohol. The people who came to this land, their land, should have worked with them not crush them. We could have learned so much and been enriched by all they had to offer. Sad beginnings and sad still...

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  4. I have not visited in a while as my blogging hasn't been up to par. The pictures are breath-taking but with most of them has came a heartache! Oh how I pray for these people. It brings some perspective to me today that is for sure! Hugs and blessings, Cindy

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  5. Your voice is reaching out to others just as you reach out your hands and heart to help the true Americans. The rest of us are immigrants....
    Keep posting girlfriend, teach us more.

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  6. Praising God for your heart and your obedience. He won't leave your friends on the Res or forsake them. (hugs)

    Blessings... Polly

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  7. R.E.,
    There is so much I want to say, but the tears of shame won't let me...my shame, our shame, the country's shame...to ignore what is happening right under our noses. The photos are haunting, but your words resonate with passion. There are those of us who just talk and then there are those who do. You, my precious friend, are a doer and God will bless you a hundred fold for it.
    XO
    Deb

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  8. Dear Rebeccan,
    The history lessons in school teached me some of this sad history, and those proud beautiful people`s end of a life in freedom and happynes. Your and KC`S stories tells it all, nothing have become better ,so many years after my years of schooling!
    I`m so sad for those people living like this ,where they instead should be honoured and living the life they wants!
    A beautiful and sad post my dear Rebecca!
    Hugs and love,Dorthe

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  9. Dear Rebecca,

    It is so amazing that I would read your post today. I have friends (a group of 17 people) from a small church in Miami, Oklahoma that are visiting the people of White Clay and Manderson to distribute food and clothing this week. They just passed through a horrible hail storm 2 days ago but God kept them safe. They have made the 12 hr. trip just to share the love of God with these beautiful people. It is so encouraging to me to read your post and see you too, have been sharing God's love with them. I join you in faith, praying and believing that together these people will see God's true love for them and that their lives without hope can be changed. Thank you so much for your wonderful pictures and blog. It speaks volumes of your love for others and God.

    Love ya,
    Sharron

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  10. Beautiful blog and a very moving post. I have tears in my eyes. I can't remember what exactly brought me to your blog, but I'm glad I landed here. The Lord works in mysterious ways! Thank you for a wonderful and moving visit!

    love + luck + bliss,
    MissySue

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  11. Heart breaking to see such poverty, especially with alcohol being so prevalent!

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  12. I am from Nebraska and I am aware of what you speak. The problems are so very real and solutions seems so very complicated and well, absent I guess. I'm assuming you were there on mission work? I guess then, we know that there lies the solution. I pretty sure I've never actually prayed for these people, but I will now. May God continue to bless your work and the Native Americans of South Dakota.

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  13. A wonderful post .. Your acts of Love are admire able..

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