It’s hard, damn hard, to be the member of a conquered tribe. The outsiders who come as callous and brutal slavers are bad. The sniggering Cucks who subvert and betray their own are far worse. American Indian activist Leonard Peltier learned this the hard way on June 26, 1975, at The Jumping Bull Ranch in Pine Ridge, South Dakota.
The Oglala Souix live on a reservation that stands in the shadow of Wounded Knee. This is of grievous historical significance to many of them because in 1890 the Seventh US Cavalary massacred a band of Ghost Dancer Sioux and effectively ended that tribe’s resistance to Westward Expansion, in what was possibly an accidental engagement:
Many Sioux believed that if they practiced the Ghost Dance and rejected the ways of the white man, the gods would create the world anew and destroy all non-believers, including non-Indians.
On December 29, the U.S. Army’s 7th Cavalry surrounded a band of Ghost Dancers under Big Foot, a Lakota Sioux chief, near Wounded Knee Creek and demanded they surrender their weapons. As that was happening, a fight broke out between an Indian and a U.S. soldier and a shot was fired, although it’s unclear from which side. A brutal massacre followed, in which it’s estimated 150 Indians were killed (some historians put this number at twice as high), nearly half of them women and children. The cavalry lost 25 men.
Some historians speculate that the soldiers of the 7th Cavalry were deliberately taking revenge for the regiment’s defeat at Little Bighorn in 1876. Whatever the motives, the massacre ended the Ghost Dance movement and was the last major confrontation in America’s deadly war against the Plains Indians.
During the 1970s Native Americans awakened again to the horror that is enforced diversity. The flashpoint was the murder of one of their tribal members at the hands of outsiders.
In 1972, a faction of AIM (American Indian Movement) members led by Dennis Banks and Leonard Peltier sought to close the divide by making alliances with traditional tribal elders on reservations. They had their greatest success on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, after a group of young whites murdered a Sioux named Yellow Thunder. Although Yellow Thunder’s attackers only received six-year prison sentences, this was widely seen as a victory by the local Sioux accustomed to unfair treatment by the often racist Anglo judicial system.
As the natives grew more restless, the Native American version of Senator Jeff Flake emerged to cuck in great submissive, self-humiliating, and pornographic glory.
AIM’s growing prestige and influence, however, threatened the conservative Sioux tribal chairman, Dick Wilson. When Wilson learned of a planned AIM protest against his administration at Pine Ridge, he retreated to tribal headquarters where he was under the protection of federal marshals and Bureau of Indian Affairs police. Rather than confront the police in Pine Ridge, some 200 AIM members and their supporters decided to occupy the symbolically significant hamlet of Wounded Knee, site of the 1890 massacre. Wilson, with the backing of the federal government, responded by besieging Wounded Knee.
This pattern repeated itself throughout the early and middle 1970s. Indian tribes would grow enraged as their reservations grew increasingly poor, addicted, and ignorant like modern Detroit, Houston, or Baltimore. Not really knowing what to do about saving their own, men like Leonard Peltier would lash out against the debasement of their people by attacking historical symbols of their humiliation. Occupying Wounded Knee became a useless, dissipative form of anti-oppression wanking. Like the stupid, violent and misguided Black Lives Matter Movement, AIM embodied consciousness with no directing intelligence or positive agency. All the while, sober-minded, Conservative tribal leaders would seek greater social comity with caring and responsive authorities like the FBI.
The FBI apparently had a history of systemic and violent dishonesty long before James Comey sent them a resume. Between 1973 to 1976, a (documented) count of 57 members of AIM were found dead. AIM believed them to be systematically murdered. The FBI claimed that some were killed, some died, but that naturally the wise and benevolent state was above all blame. They wanted eveyone the reservation to trust the FBI so that they could do a better job on them.
Shortly after the forum, the FBI received a list of fifty-seven names with allegations that their deaths had not been investigated. This list came from a number of media outlets and for the first time, provided the FBI with specific information to address. We reviewed our records of these deaths and found that most had been solved either through conviction or finding that the death had not been a murder according to the law. The remaining unresolved murders were known to the FBI and remain under investigation. The following pages include the allegations and the results of our investigations. The names of un-indicted suspects and some other identifying information must be excluded to protect privacy interests. It is hoped the dissemination of this information will clear up allegations of unresolved murders and protect the confidence the FBI must have to accomplish its mission.
This was deemed necessary because Indian Country was at war during the 70s in a manner reminiscent of when Sam’s Amry felt it necessary to send in Howard, Custer, and Sherman in to set things all right and proper the way General Sheridan restored “peace” in The Shenandoah Valley during The Great Southern Unpleasantness. The Cuck Indians and Rebel Indians waged an internal civil war on The Pine Ridge Reservation. Rather than just manning up, explaining to The Oglala Sioux “Vae Victis,” and sending in the Nasty Guard handle business, the US Government stood accused of letting The Pine Ridge Reservation bleed and having the FBI put its thumb on the scale for the more “acceptable” tribal faction.
The troubles at Wounded Knee were not over after the siege. A virtual civil war broke out between the opposing Indian factions on the Pine Ridge reservation, and a series of beatings, shootings and murders left more than 100 Indians dead. When two FBI agents were killed in a 1975 gunfight, the agency raided the reservation and arrested AIM leader Leonard Peltier for the crime. The FBI crackdown coupled with AIM’s own excesses ended its influence at Pine Ridge. In 1977, Peltier was convicted of killing the two FBI agents and sentenced to life in prison. To this day, Peltier’s supporters continue to maintain his innocence and seek a presidential pardon for him.
So this is what happens when you allow your people to be conquered from without and cucked upon from within. Peltier is probably not a prince of a man. His loudest supporters include the loathsome, tenure-seeking, Fake Indian Paleface Ward “Little Eichmanns” Churchill. I’m sure Peltier would be smoking the peace-pipe and making pow-wow with Senator Elizabeth Lieawatha Warren if he thought it would fish his ass out of the stir. But that not withstanding, we see how his life as a conquered peon led him to having limited choices. He was slapped down hard and sent to the can. But give him his just do. He lived as a man instead of groveling like a Cuck. With a higher level of competence and planning, he could have been the Native American Anders Brevik.
As we see our own increasingly forced into the Basket of Deplorables, we see a possible Ghost of Christmas Future in the jail next Leonard Peltier. The Cory Bookers, Beto O’Rourkes, and their Quisling Lisa Murkowskis and Phil Bredesons all steer you towards a similar powerless fate. The time to fight is now. The way to fight are legally, socially, politically, and economically. They control the institutions.
As C.S. Lewis once said of The True Believers in Christ: we are guerilla fighters in enemy territory. Any one of you who runs afoul of the SJW-Cuck Alliance can be Brett Kavanaugh tomorrow. Your children and grand-children can be reduced to the sorry and pathetic status of Leonard Peltier. Unless, of course, you are worthless castrati Gamma who will just shoot up on your soma. When you’re down there in that basket of deplorables, it’s a crazy life indeed.