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Many of the spots in this book are places I've been. I was born an hour or two from where Chief Joseph's tribe ran from General Howard. My great, great grandfather was killed by remnants of Butch Cassidy's gang in North East Arizona, not far from where Geronimo and his fellow Apaches roamed. Another great, great father helped convince some Piutes in Southern Utah to murder and ultimately for awhile, take the blame an Arkansas wagon train. I understand the history is complex, but reading Brown opens ones eyes to the theme's that happened when an expanding America ran into America's native people.

The same theme was played again and again because it worked for white Americans : 1. White Americans would start invading native territorial land 2. A treaty would be signed allowing those from a certain tribe to keep a certain amount of land, in exchange for food or provisions 3. Some of the tribe would sign because of greed or threats. Food wouldn't be given, or would be stolen, and the land boundaries would not be respected.

Gold, minerals, farmable land, etc. The treaty would again me disrespected. The tribe would be provoked, often slaughtered.

Indians would respond. The Army would come in and slaughter more. Tribes would be moved from their land, to disagreeable land somewhere distant. Members of the tribe would die from illness.

Leaders of the tribe would become disgruntaled because of mistreatment, lies, and poor conditions. Leaders would be imprissioned or assassinated. Rinse and repeat. Again and again. Again, history is complex. Many of the actors I respected from Civil War history had a horrible relationship with Native Americans.

There were a few men in this book that indeed were heroic. White men occasionally acted with dignity towards Native Americans. But the exceptions were VERY exceptional. Often, we treated the American Indian as something to be removed, destroyed, cheated, profited off, and mostly ignored. I think not much has changed. We now don't destroy Native Americans with guns. We either ignore them, dilute them, or just continue to take more and more.

Having come from a military family of helicopter pilots and calvary officers, I've always found it ironic how the Army now mythologizes the American Indian. From slogans like "Hoka hey! It's a good day to die. Many live and train on bases that were formerly used to fight or house captured Native Americans. It is odd. The easiest expanation for me is we reverence in certain areas the American Indian, so we don't have to feel guilt for our Nation's treatment of and our Nation's responsibilty for what we did to the various tribes of Native Americans.

Dee Brown takes the reader on a thorough and quite disheartening journey through the military and political journey to settle the Western frontier of the United States of America. There is much within this piece of non-fiction that pushes the boundaries and Brown does not hold back in his delivery. The tribal violation continued when the displaced Indian population was forced to settle on lands newly branded the possession of the white man, who sought to develop economic strongholds throughout the westward growth of America.

While America grew under the watch of numerous Congresses and with the direction of many presidents, Brown shows that no matter their political stripe, land acquisition and further expansion trumped all else.

It would seem that only Lincoln and Grant lessened the bloodshed and sought to build connections with the Indian leaders, though treaties drawn up with legalese that did not translate clearly and gun-toting soldiers shot first and asked questions later. Not for those whose hearts are large or skin thin, Brown tells stories of the clashes, battles, and eventual swindling of the Indian population by the white man. Those with much curiosity about the subject can rely on Brown to offer raw and realistic depictions of an indelible stain on North American history.

This is my first book by Dee Brown, read as a favour to a great friend in her choice to initiate me into her book club. That there are elements of gore and ruthless violence is clear, but I feel that to hide or water it down, while perhaps the choice some readers would have sought, could only harm the book.

It is important not to hide behind veils in order to pretend things did not happen and for this reason, I feel it is important for many to pick up this book and at least attempt a portion of it, to better understand what generic history tomes might attempt to neutralise.

The depth of the research seeps through on every page, as does the premise that western expansion, while a political ideal to grow the foundation of the country, might have been sought while some in Washington were still inebriated on the victory over the Confederacy. I must say that I enjoyed as each chapter opened with a historical snapshot to allow readers to see what else what going on in the world at the time, drawing parallels and dichotomies in equal measure.

To say that I thoroughly enjoyed this book would send the wrong sentiment to some readers, though I can appreciate much of the description and feel I am better for having taken the time to read it. Now that we have put the formal review to bed, I turn to another piece that arose in me while I tackled this book.

I had to ask myself throughout, what purpose Brown had for creating this book, especially with a re-release on the thirtieth anniversary in Alas, I will dust off my soapbox and climb atop it here, so please skip to the end of you prefer not to hear my opinions.

If Brown wanted only to add to the cognizance of the populace and exemplify some of the evils that were done to the Indian population, this book does a stellar job, which is why it won my praise above.

If there is an attempt to bash the reader over the head with how bad the American settlers were and to light a flame under them as has been force-fed Canadians, at least , I cannot express how angry this book makes me.

History is a wily beast, though we are taught to always learn from it and build on its foundation, making ourselves better and trying to discover how we can find teachable moments. We have done it with imperialism to a degree and with human rights violations to a lesser degree , but, with the plume in the hands of the victors, history is shaped with a certain flavour.

Yes, there are those who are oppressed, perhaps without rhyme or reason, but for as long as the world has existed, the winners of the battles dictate the terms, however unfair as it may be. We can whine and bitch about it, going so far as to cry foul, but it is one of the bittersweet aspects to winning; that you can decide how the future will go.

I think that the Canadian example has shown that governments are too worried about pussyfooting around and want to coddle those who make a stink. You lost We could assimilate you entirely and take the Indian out of you and yes, Canada tried that , but you lost, so you should expect no less. We complained and tossed financial penalties, but by and large, we let it happen. And, I must say here, by WE, I mean ancestors and governments around the world.

We watched tribes scrubbed out and their language replaced with English, French, Portuguese, and others that still seem to find their way into the daily forms of communication.

And yet, do we go in and remove those imperial stains? No, we accept them and hope that the community can, through their own desire, foster strong ancestral ties.

And yet we sit here and twiddle our thumbs, hoping that the defeated will only take enough pie to satiate themselves and leave us, the victors, not to starve. There, rant done! Thank you Dee Brown for giving me a vessel to express them in a quasi-academic format. Kudos, Mr. Brown, for bringing renewed attention to this subject in a rooted fashion.

I hope that this book and review begin a discussion and keep the high-brow conversation developing. Mariah Roze. I also read this as a buddy read with Matt : Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee was extremely heartbreaking, because it was so truthful. This book is told in story form.

However, the author got his information from using council records, autobiographies, and firsthand descriptions. The stories range from multiple different tribes: Dakota, Ute, Sioux, Cheyenne, and more. They tell their stories in their own words about the battles, massacres, and broken treaties that they faced. All these stories were so painful to listen to. The pain, death and defeat emotionally and physically that the Native Americans went through and still are going through is so hard.

I encourage everyone to read this book and any book that they can get their hands on about Native Americans. They are a voice that we don't hear vary often and we learn misleading history about Native Americans in school. I hope to read other work by this author, because this book was so fantastically written and informational.

This is saying a lot. Aside from vague knowledge of Custer, and perhaps a viewing or two of Dances With Wolves , I'd venture that most Americans don't know or care much about this story.

That makes sense, since it's never fun to think about the genocide committed by your ancestors. It's told from the Indian point of view, often in their own words.

The book is well-structured and elegantly written. Dee Brown is a great storyteller. He is able to balance the "adventure" - the heat and drama of battle - with the tragedy. Brown finishes his book with a powerful description of the Cheyenne breakout from captivity in Fort Robinson, where starving, freezing Indian men, women and children plunged into the snow in a desperate, suicidal bid to get back to their homeland.

I rank the last lines of the book among the best endings I've ever read. Brown's skills as a storyteller, however, stand in contrast to his abilities as a historian. Crazy Horse and the other decoys now jumped on their ponies and began riding back and forth along the slope of the Lodge Trail Ridge, taunting the soldiers and angering them so that they fired recklessly. Bullets ricocheted off the rocks, and the decoys moved back slowly. When the soldiers slowed their advance or halted, Crazy Horse would dismount and pretend to adjust the bridle or examine his pony's hooves.

Bullets whined all around him, and then the soldiers finally moved up on the ridgetop to chase the decoys down toward the Peno Creek. They were the only Indians in sight, only ten of them, and the soldiers were charging their horses to catch them This is exciting stuff. Unfortunately, it's credulous history.

Brown prefers the legend over the fact. In this passage, for instance, we have Crazy Horse among the decoys leading Captain Fetterman's command into a trap. Actually, though, it wasn't Fetterman, but his impetuous subordinate George Grummond, who chased the decoys.

Moreover, there is no evidence that Crazy Horse was one of the decoys. This has just come down to us through repetition.

This happens throughout the book, where unsubstantiated stories are repeated as fact this seems to happen a lot in books on the Indian Wars, owing perhaps to the oral tradition of the Plains Tribes. At this point, I will make an admission: based on the loose history, I originally gave this book three stars. Then I read some of the negative reviews and realized that I had to separate myself from the ethnocentric xenophobes spouting their garbage about "White" culture.

So, I will instead give four stars, and offer this defense to a couple criticisms. First, that this is a biased book. What a shock! Some of the reviews I've read seem really upset about this, and complain about the lack of the white point of view.

This should go without saying, but before Dee Brown, every book, essay, short story, novel, novella, film, television show, play, and interpretative dance came from the white point of view.

This book is a corrective, and compared to the tide of Anglo-centric views, it is a small corrective indeed. White guilt, manifested in anger, laces many of the reviews I read. The second charge against Dee Brown is contextual; that is, he simplifies the story into one of good verses evil: good Indian verses bad white. This is fair, up to a point.

The Indians are more sympathetic maybe because they're getting their asses kicked , while the whites come off fairly poorly. However, the charge many critics make is that the Indians were somehow just as bad as the whites. The argument is premised mostly on the Lakota, and posits that because the Lakota kicked the Crow out of their lands, the Lakota's actions were equivalent to the whites the implication of this being that the Lakota got what they deserved - which, of course, is not much a philosophical argument.

This is specious, disingenuous, and historically unsupportable. First, the movement of the Lakota onto the plains was part of the domino effect of white encroachment. That is, the Ojibwe moved west with the French fur trade, forced the antecedents of the Lakota out of Minnesota's woodlands, and this eventually culminated with a Siouan split, after which the Lakota wandered onto the Great Plains.

Second, the wars fought by the Lakota and by all the Plains Tribes against each other occurred within a specific context. Many of the wars were cyclical, and weren't fought to annihilate the enemy, but for cultural and functional reasons to get horses, mainly, and as a rite of manhood for the young warriors. Thirdly, the goals of the inter-tribal wars were far different than that of the white invasion. Even though the Lakota forced the Crow out of their hunting grounds, after being forced out of their own, they never pursued the Crow to their utter destruction.

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