I sat down this morning with three of my grandchildren before they left for their first day of school. I asked them to be good and treat other people in a good way. I said they may be meeting new friends that might be with them for a lifetime. And I reminded them of the first law of Indian people: respect. My ten-year-old grandson, knowing our ways, quietly added that the second law was responsibility. It was good way to begin a good day.
Battle of the Little Bighorn as Part of Identity
“These men with light eyes and hairy faces are here now…We can kill them off, but more will come. They are like ants. Trample them and more will come out. My advice is that we, the Absarokee, treat these ‘light eyes’ kindly and give them protection from other Tribes....
