L. Frank Baum’s call for the slaughter of the Lakota people was no better than Adolph Hitler’s call for the elimination of the Jewish people and yet Baum is honored on his 150th birthday. Are any newspapers in the state of Washington protesting this outrage?
Notes from Indian Country
Gonzaga honors an editor who called for genocide of the Lakota
By Tim Giago (Nanwica Kciji) 6/5/2006
I am often confounded by the antics of mainstream newspapers located in cities with large Indian populations that are so prompt in picking up Indian related news articles from newspapers as far away as California without checking them for facts or by not including the concerns of local Indians in the news releases.
Last Saturday the local daily in Rapid City, SD published an article from the LA Times concerning an exhibit to honor the 150th birthday of L. Frank Baum, the infamous (at least in Indian country) author of the Wizard of Oz.
The Foley Center Library at Gonzaga University opened the exhibit in the eastern Washington city of Spokane called, “Oz and Beyond: Highlights from the L. Frank Baum Collection of Currie Corbin.” Of course, every American knows about the characters in the book from the movie with Judy Garland that featured the Tin Man, The Cowardly Lion, The Scare Crow and the Wicked Witch of the West. The song “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” by Garland that was almost cut from the film has become an American standard.
On the occasion of Baum’s 150th birthday anniversary I would like to point out a few little known facts that I hope will take some of the glitter from this exhibit.
Most Americans know about one horrible day, at least horrible to Native Americans, that occurred on December 29, 1890. It was the day when the officers and enlisted men of the 7th Cavalry, General George Armstrong Custer’s old outfit, turned their Hotchkiss guns, their rifles and pistols on the nearly 300 Lakota men, women and children at a creek called Wounded Knee on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota and slaughtered them in an orgy of bloodletting that was dreadful to behold.
My grandmother, Sophie, was a teenage student at Holy Rosary Indian Mission, a school about 10 miles from Wounded Knee, on that day of the bloody massacre. She recounted how soldiers rode on to the grounds of the mission school visibly excited by their actions and talking loudly about their wonderful victory. The Jesuit priests at the mission school made the children bring water and hay to feed the hungry horses of the troopers.
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