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11-27-16 ~ Charmian Wright… The last day I was at Standing Rock, we noticed that someone had anonymously left a bundle at the edge of the Crow Creek Spirit Riders’ camp. It was a green horse blanket, worn but in good shape. It had been meticulously mended and was still decorated with some chestnut horsehairs. A typed note with a photo had been carefully tucked into a ziplock bag and bundled with the blanket.
“…this blanket kept my beloved Appaloosa warm through the winters,” the note stated. “I lost her 5 years ago at the age of nine…it’s all I have left of her.”
“She was the bravest, kindest, most loyal mare I’ve ever known…I’ve never seen an animal with such a will to live. I feel that her blanket is infused with her spirit and that maybe some of her fight and determination can help one of your horses during your fight for our water and future.”
“…Parting with this blanket is difficult for me, as I feel I’m giving away the last bit of her I have. But your fight is more important…I’m giving you a piece of my heart.”
I handed the lovingly folded blanket to one of the Spirit Riders. He held the bundle close to his chest and stood quietly for a moment in the November North Dakota sunlight.
11-27-16 … Mike Davis
Dear Brothers & Sisters:
I think now is the time when each of us needs to stop and get ready for what may be our finest hour. There are many, many in camp now, with many more on the way. It has been estimated that over 3000 of my fellow veterans are enroute to offer aid, protection, food, supplies and anything in the way of support they can give. Some will be old, like myself, others young and carry the training of Iraq and Afghanistan warriors. All coming in peace and solidarity.
This will be my second trip to Standing Rock and many of the things I learned from the first trip will be invaluable to me now. I hope to return with a few of my Vietnam Veterans of America local Chapter members from Dallas, either way I am returning. I don’t know quite what to expect regarding the December 5th eviction notice placed on the camp by the Army Corp. of Engineers. To my knowledge, the Corp. doesn’t have an army. With the amount of police agencies pulling the plug on their officers participating at Standing Rock, I can’t fathom the thought of actual military troops being called in. That would definitely be the straw that broke the camel’s back. The entire country would be outraged to the extent it would be a true victory for Standing Rock.
I still can’t believe there is still a media blackout after all this time. What’s wrong with these organizations, are they that afraid of going against the tide of their owners, I would be finding me a new line of work. When Dec. 5th gets here, it will be very interesting to see what happenstances take place. I know our protectors will do the right thing, to stay in prayer and solidarity and peace . With winter coming on with it’s full force I have seen many new structures going up, I can’t imagine leaving on the 5th nor can anyone else. If you can’t make it to Standing Rock, there are many ways to help. Check out all of the agencies that are aiding the people of Standing Rock. There are a list of them on Facebook that are legitimate or you can find them on the internet. Seek out the ones that are legitimate that can provide you with factual information. They need any financial support you can offer, but don’t forget our Native American representatives that could also use our financial support too.
Don’t forget to keep calling police agencies that are giving support to the “black snake.” These are also listed on Facebook pages that are being posted. Keep calling the White House, your Congressmen and Senators and it couldn’t hurt to call Kelcy Warren’s office in Dallas, Energy Transfer Partners, Ltd. and express your displeasure forcefully, but please don’t make threats. That goes against the peaceful movement of this struggle. So brothers and sisters, keep praying and maintain good thoughts and plenty of love for ALL of our protectors and my prayers are with Sophia Wilanski and her severely injured arm and I hope I spelled her last name correctly. Once again, bless you all and keep the spirit of our “Mother Earth” alive !!!! With Peace and Love We CAN WIN this !!!!
11-27-16 Bill Portman…I wake up to my last full day at camp to my phone vibrating crazily by my side. My last post was approved and notification after notification come in with such positive energy. I read each and every one of them under my sleeping bag as not to wake my tent mates. It fuels and energizes me to start my day. The sun is shining though an opening in the tent. It’s a gorgeous sunny day here at Standing Rock. Many feel our ancestors are sending good weather as appreciation for the work being done. They are with us forever.
I didn’t witness any major protests today, it was quiet. The only sounds today were hammers, generators, drills and many people working as one to build shelters. We helped unload two trucks of materials today with others on the way. I heard one of the drivers tell a story that a hotel would not rent him a room because they were coming to Standing Rock. It saddens me that our fellow “Americans” do not support free speech and protecting water. I refuse to let that get me down. I have work to do. To the wood pile I go. It calls me.
We finished cutting and stacking the wood under sunny warm skies. When I arrive, I’m greeted with familiar and a few fresh faces. Our little lumberjack is present again sporting his axe. This boy sure loves to split wood. He stayed all day and loved to talk with everyone. He made me hopeful for today’s youth. Three young petite Midwestern women are chopping away as well. These were not burly girls but they knew how to swing a log splitter. I joke that they make me look like a whimp. They chuckle until I tell them to get back to chopping because I need more logs to pick up. I am told another truckload comes Saturday morning and I’m saddened because I can’t be here to help.
Later in the day, I hear that law enforcement surrounded Turtle Island with barbed wire, stole our bridge, and damaged our canoes throughout the night. This was in retaliation to a peaceful protest the day before. To this day I have no idea why they want to seize ancestral burial grounds. They stand with their weapons on top of our ancestors grave as we stand united and praying. Get off of our ancestors! This report makes me angry. I’m venting, I’m mad, I’m pissed, I’m everything but calm. I need to peace myself. I don’t want to show disrespect to my elders so I take a walk and try to reflect. I learn later that one of my native brothers snagged the barb wire from the other side of the river and pulled it into the water. I didn’t last long, the enemy fixed it but it gave me hope. I want to thank the warrior brother who I do not know for his bravery. Thank you brother, you have my respect.
During dinner I made it back to the Michigan kitchen. There, we shared soup, rice, and hotdogs. A young blond boy of about the age of four started playing a makeshift drum made from a pickled baloney jar and a milk crate for his seat. He is our young warrior and a future drummer. I tried to get video to share but I wanted to relish the moment while I could. His younger brother came to me as I sat and reached out his hands for me to pick him up. I don’t know this boy, never seen him before. It’s obvious he trusts me. I pick him up and put him on my knee. He says nothing and doesn’t answer my questions but I know what he is saying. We share a moment and then both boys ask me to peel them an orange and I do so happily and proud. My kids are older now and those few moments I had with them made me realize what we are here for. We are here for them. They are our future. We are here to fight for them! I’m filled with such retrospective thoughts on why I came. Thank you boys for reminding me of those reasons.
I hear there is an eviction notice and it terrifies me. I know we will not stand down. My tent mates have told me so and I know our determination. I fear for them. We are on public land held in trust for us but controlled by the Army Corps of Engineers. I still not sure how that works but I’m researching to get the truth. I worry people will be hurt and I am in pain knowing that I cannot be there to help on December 5. I hold onto hope knowing that 1,500 veterans are prepared to stand with us on December 4th. Thank you veterans. You’ve been sworn in to defend against the enemy and we are up against our own country and corporate greed. I know how difficult it is for you.
(Eviction Notice was a hoax)
To help me get through my fears I walk to the sacred fire this evening. It’s late, about 11:30pm. I am greeted by about a hundred or so of my sister’s and brothers listening to native prayer and songs. I’m going to admit something here that embarrasses me. I don’t pray. I don’t know how to. I was not raised in a religious family. I also was not raised in native tradition even though I am one. I need to say a prayer for my family who I will leave behind come tomorrow. A few younger friends I met on this journey come to me and I ask them what to do. They guide thier elder to take cedar, kneel, say my prayer and sprinkle it on the fire, so I do.
I find my place among the fire and I am nervous, my heart pounds faster. It’s a foreign feeling to me but I endure. I pray that we can come to a peaceful resolution. I pray for the safety of my brothers and sisters. I pray for a mild winter, I pray for our youth, I pray for clean water, and I pray that the younger generation of Native Americans can carry on with our beliefs. Finally, I pray for my direct family and to my mother and father who have walked on. I sprinkle the cedar into the fire and I now feel complete. I feel better, I am in peace once again. I have never realized the power of prayer until that moment. I can now rest for the evening. I wipe away a tear and head back to my slumber. Tomorrow I must leave, I must rest now. Goodnight all for tomorrow is another day. My journey home begins.
11-27-16 ~ Cheyenne Tiera …. UPDATE ON OUR VETERANS: now estimated to be over 3,000.
Unarmed and committed to non-violent resistance, they are extremely well organized, will be housed in a gymnasium, and are UNIFIED on behalf of Mother Earth and Water Protectors.
I’m so proud of them, especially my friend Linda who is going up with a group of New Mexico Veterans in just a few days.
Pls send them your prayers. They are expecting to be arrested, shot at, etc.
11-27-16 ~ Dave Archambault II, the chairman of the Standing Rock Sioux Trib…The way of the Peacemaker, take heed of this critical message: “It’s easy for different environmentalists, different people to come, and they have their own agendas. There’s no way that we can keep everybody focused on the same thing. It’s all about being prayerful and peaceful. It’s not about a confrontation. We started this to protect our water. We were told by our youth, by our elders, and by the spirits that if you fight this with prayer and peace you will defeat it. But if you use violence, natural law’s going to take over and it’s going to go underneath this river, and it’s going to threaten the water.”
11-26-16 ~ Sam Deering… Three years ago I took off my Navy uniform and told myself that I would never put it back on. I decided I wanted to live peacefully, and do what I could to allow the same for those around me. But now the day has come to put that kit back on, and head to Cannonball, North Dakota, and stand between the water protectors and the police, working illegally to protect the Energy Transfer Partners drilling of the Missouri River. Watching events unfold around the Dakota Access Pipeline has been mortifying and humiliating, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.
If it sounds like I’m looking for public approval, or an ego boost, or just a bunch of likes and comments; I am. The notion of putting my uniform back on, just to face off with other uniformed Americans looking to do me harm is honestly terrifying. The actions of the police from around the country who have answered the call of ETP, and other private interests like them, to stop the people from demonstrating or disturbing progress is terrible. But the media and public silence on the gross violation of human rights, treaty rights, and our environment is what truly disturbs me.
I’m going to Cannonball with the group, Veterans Stand for Standing Rock, from December 4-7, and expect to be one of hundreds if not over a thousand veterans coming from all over the country to stand up to these storm trooper cowards. If you’re a veteran, please join us, I don’t have to remind you of the oath we took, and what it means to face a foreign and a domestic enemy. If you’re not a vet, you’re still welcome. Either way, our communities need to be sending more people to North Dakota to resist this blatant insult to a modern world.
If you can’t make it, donate! Veterans Stand for Standing Rock has a gofundme link for those of us vets who are broke but want to help. Also, http://sacredstonecamp.org the camp itself housing a huge group of Native American tribes and other humans from the US and abroad, is in serious need of financial and material assets. You can help. Please help.
“In the end, we will not remember the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”
11-26-16 ~ Guess Whoo Courtright… Step by step walking to get there — at Highway 385.
11-26-16 ~ Flower Nicole Child ….Hi I’m Flower, I am 18 years old and I am Cherokee Indian on my grandmothers side. I am going to Standing Rock on the 2nd for the first time. I feel like I should be standing for Standing Rock instead of sitting and just hoping it will get better. It’s time to make a difference. I’m glad we are not alone to fight this battle. We will win!
11-26-16 ~ Marcus Matawhero Lloyd… You don’t stand a chance, against our prayers.
We crossed our hastily made bridge with power, righteous indignation, hurt and retaliation (because of last sundays atrocities) in our hearts and heads….but something happened there. On that island. The Creator tore out our vengence and drowned us with love, united us in prayer and gave us a new sacred native ceremony. A miracle happened on Turtle Island today…the Creator joined our side. The Creator is building a new world and he is visiting at Standing Rock!
11-26-16 ~ Jim Graywolf Petruzzi to Standing Rock Protectors – Pipeline Protest
A few people think they can create their own rules. We are about the group, not any one person in it. This way we respect each other. Thanks, friends.
City of Standing Rock Protectors Support Group
We are now a circle of 98,000 people that grows rapidly each day. This is amazing and powerful with so many caring about Standing Rock and similar efforts everywhere. We are the global support group of Standing Rock – a big responsibility as I see it. Our prayers and support are what the people – and leaders – of the camps asked of us when I was there. This is a peaceful protest and this group must also stay peaceful. And respectful of each other. In fact, we require that.
This huge growth is beautiful but it also means we have much to do as a circle and we, who are admins of the page, also have much to do. None of us has ever seen this sort of growth and interaction by so many. We are 13 people and still it takes a great deal of time and effort each day to bring you the best we can. We make mistakes – allowing some things better not here and deleting others in error. We deal with thousands of submitted posts each day and are human.
We ask your help and share some things we must do. First, follow the posting rules. We share in three areas:
1. Standing Rock Protectors
2. Other similar efforts anywhere in the world
3. Fossil fuel issues
Please help this way:
1. Take a look and if what you want to post is already there, don’t submit it
2. Only post new material – nothing days or weeks old. With so many of us you can bet it was already posted.
3. Don’t post links with no description of what it is. We don’t have the time to check them.
4. If you send personal messages about why something you submitted was not put up, etc., chances are we will not respond. Time again. ☺
5. Remember this is not about any one of us, but rather all of us.
And some things we won’t do:
1. Other posts, no matter how much we may like or support them, we do not post.
2. People selling items, we delete.
3. We post no Anonymous items as requested by camp leadership
4. Post no fundraisers. We have a list of 12-14 in files that we know are valid. If we allowed personal funding posts we would have 5000 wanting to do so.
5. We post no hateful or non-peaceful items – again, as asked by the camps
6. We try to only post the first time something appears – sometimes the same post is put up 10-12 times
7. No politics. Only if a politician does or says something pertinent to the cause.
8. Adding posts to other posts in comments, which are not about the topic, will cause a warning. This is not baseball, so 2 strikes and you are out.
9. Porno, hate messages, and foul, dark rants are a ticket out with no warning.
11-26-16 ~ Redhawk… I spoke to you today at Turtle Hill. I could see you felt uncomfortable standing up there. I could feel you did not want to be on that hill. I spoke to you about Selma, and the civil and human right violation that have stretched from that era to the day upon us now. I spoke to you about my hometown, of Atlanta, GA. I spoke about how those men do not care about you, and about how you were the only minority on that hill. I spoke to you about how Chief Turner in Atlanta is always looking for good officers, and how I assume he would be very proud to have you in the birthplace of civil rights. I told you I would personally fly with you to Atlanta if you contacted the camp and stepped away from Morton County Sheriffs. I watched you sit down, and think. I could see you felt the words I was speaking, and before you stood up and stepped back from the line, I saw you look me directly in the eyes. I saw you, and not a badge.
I keep my promises. Feel free to contact our camp. We love you for who you are. Thank you for listening.
11-25-16 ~ Bill Portman…Last night was cozy warm borougghed in my sleeping bag. My alarm clock was the sound of Native American calls from a nearby camp. What an awesome way to wake up. Kitchen tent was hard at work making us oatmeal to start our day.
At 9:30, all male warriors were called to the bridge. Every male was seen racing to the road. Elders being pushed in wheelchairs and many rode by horse. I didn’t know what to expect. I grabbed my stuff and joined the pursuit. Hundreds of us arrived.
We were met by barricades the government put in to close entry to the other side. Thick concrete walls with spiraled barb wire. Burned vehicles on our barricade side littered the road. I heard they were placed there my law enforcement. Armored vehicles lined the other side. The enemy was dressed in riot gear and cowardly behind shields. We dressed in jeans and coats. It felt eerie, like war, but peaceful and secure as we far outnumbered the enemy. I was with family.
A large circle of people began to take shape as the intent to race there was to start our day in prayer. We held hands and listened to native prayer. We prayed for safety, for mother earth, and peace. Little did I know that there is a special way to hold hands so the energy flows from one to the next. I’ll do better tomorrow, I promise. After prayer a small group of water protectors walked up to the barricades and exchanged words with the enemy. I was nervous but thankfully it was a peaceful exchange.
It was my first daylight trip to check the campground out so I hiked. As I expected, there are thousands of tents and teepees. Wood campfire, sage, and other smells filled the air. I witnessed family’s and friends helping one a other, becoming one. We helped unload a huge truck filled with firewood and another filled with building supplies. I saw a far way protest with security forces at top a hill about 3/4 mile away. That must be turtle island I said to myself. I have to witness it myself.
On my walk to the island, I saw people with gas masks, respirators, cars, medics, protests signs. It’s something I’ve never experienced so close. Hundreds of people aligning the river shore. Police with riot gear and water hoses atop the hill. The police warn us not to cross the river or go up the hill. I’m nervous because I see people being towed across the river in canoes and a walking across a makeshift bridge. At least one hundred of us were on the other side. Our side. Our sacred side where ancestors lie in peace for many years. To keep the water rescuers warm, firewood is being floated to the other side tied together with rope. A fire takes shape and warms the warriors on the other side.
I walk amongst the crowd and see people from all races and all religions come together in ad hoc prayer sessions and chanting of prayers like “You have guns, we have prayer”. Native drum sessions break out in harmony together. I’ve never seen anything like it before in my life. I get overwhelmed with emotions and my eyes swell with tears. I see elders guiding the young. Some elders don’t need to say anything. Their presence is felt. One of my proudest attributes being Native American is how we treat our elders. They are the wisdom that guides us. I saw one elder by a fire in the back of the protest line and I teared up once again.
Thankfully nobody was hurt in this stand off. We stayed at the bottom of the hill and police kept their line. Peaceful, as it should be. On my way back to camp, I took notice of all the license plates. I saw plates from every state and even Canada. Texas, Massachusetts, Wyoming, Colorado, California, Washington, Michigan, North Dakota, South Dakota, Washington, Mississippi, Missouri, you name it, a car was there from every state.
In the afternoon we cut firewood. Five people on chain saws and log splitters and five of us stackers. For being voluntary and unorganized, we worked together like a well oiled machine. I think we stacked eight cords of wood. Even a boy about the age of eight helped. His name I forgot but his endurance I’ll never. We even gave him his turn at the axe. I put a red oak on the stump for him and coached him along. He nailed it, he split it. I did my assigned job and picked up his two pieces and told him good job. I told his grandmother how proud I was of him. She was a wood stacker herself.
Afterwards I retreated back to the kitchen and I was met with a suprise turkey dinner with all the fixings. It was a great day, a happy day, a spiritual day. A day to reflect on friends and family and for the rights to clean water. I’m blessed to be able to come and I’m blessed even more to report back to those who could not attend. Spread the word please. Share this post with all your friends. #standingrock #NODAPL.
11-25-16 ~ Livia Grace…Thanksgiving was cancelled this year… Instead my family and I dedicated this day to Standing Rock. Our guests were very receptive towards the cause and we felt proud to celebrate both our heritage and show support for the water protectors. A few hours into the evening a neighbor stopped by in his “Stand with Standing Rock” T-shirt. He said he saw our banner and had to stop over to chat. Today I am full of hope and light knowing this fight is shared by so many. MNI WICONI- Stand tall brothers and sisters, we are behind you every step of the way!
11-25-16 ~ Lee Sprague… A Beautiful Day! Our family Canoes died great warriors death today.
In an early morning raid. DAPL police forces, raided our forward staging area for the Michigan Canoe, Cold Water Rescue Team.
The fact that DAPL launched a raid against our rescue equipment, speaks to their effectiveness at Ocheti Sakowin Standing Rock.
Our team, comprised of members from Michigan, Pueblo Camp and many Allies have used these canoes to protect the water, and the Water Protector
These Canoes have harvested wild rice, the food that grows on the water. Many of our peoples have harvested mahnoomin in these canoes.
Many hundreds of people have taken these canoes to and from Turtle Island. We lost some first aid supplies we use to help Water Protectors at the front lines.
Many offers for canoes have come in from the peoples of Standing Rock. We are back in full operation to help rescue those in cold water, or being attacked by DAPL Forces.
It is a great day, to remember all of the love, and heart of all the peoples, who we shared our good lives in our jiimans. Each one of you have brought strength and good thoughts to these canoes.
They have served the people well on Turtle Island.
Yes, today is a beautiful day!
11-23-16 ~ Matt Musselwhite… From Across the Country, Gifts of Tiny Houses Arrive for Standing Rock
How five large trees in remote Oregon ended up as winter housing for water protectors, including their first newborn baby.
Eleven days ago, when Matt Musselwhite pulled into an encampment at Cannon Ball, North Dakota, in a 5-ton flatbed truck, he had no idea how he would unload the three tiny houses he had just hauled 1,500 miles from southwestern Oregon. Almost immediately volunteers emerged from the throngs of mostly Native Americans. Within hours, teams of 10 people were starting to assemble the first of the 144-square-foot wood structures while circulating free food and coffee.
“This feels like a new America I want to be a part of,” said Musselwhite, 41, a carpenter and woodworker based in a rural community tucked into the mountains that cross the Oregon-California border.http://tinyurl.com/zmjhmne
11-23-16 ~ Veterinarian Drives 900 Miles To Help Horses Injured At Standing Rock ~ by Hilary Hanson Viral News Editor Huffington Post
When Wright, a veterinarian with 30 years of experience, heard reports of horses getting hurt during protests against the Dakota Access Pipeline, heading out to help was the obvious choice for her. The Standing Rock Sioux and their allies are fighting the construction of the pipeline, saying that it would intrude on Native American land and that a leak would contaminate local sources of fresh water.
“I am passionate about the issues that are being addressed at Standing Rock,” Wright told The Huffington Post. “But when I saw videos of horses being injured, I knew I had to go there.”
Continue Reading http://tinyurl.com/gkstedf
To make a donation to Helping the Horse Nation gofundme.com/helping-the-horse-nation
11-22-16 Liz George with Kana Newell )~ I am shaking as I post this. We were eating dinner and on our way out of Mandan when two police officers, the sheriff and one other called us over to talk. We tried to have a polite conversation with them listening to their side and when they didn’t like what we were saying they ordered us to leave the restaurant saying that we had two seconds to leave before we would be arrested. PLEASE WATCH THIS. (Sorry I cannot post the video as it isn’t on You Tube) these are intimidation tactics.
UPDATEny Kana: to what happened tonight: Just so everyone knows, this is what happened previous to this video because we only pulled out a phone when things escalated.
Liz was wearing her WATER IS LIFE badge on her back, clearly visible to everyone. After dinner on our way out the police called us over to talk to us. His first question was ‘how long are you going to be here for?’ to which we replied ‘as long as the pipeline is proceeding’. He immediately replied with ‘well that’s just not going to happen.’ We asked why he thought that, we were genuinely curious to the police perspective and want to bridge the gap between the two sides. Today’s action was brought up as well as last night’s conflict. Things got heated and we asked them to hold space for us to speak, as the conversation was basically his voice speaking over ours. We tried to tell him our perspective but he wasn’t open to listen and ordered us to leave as soon as the conversation wasn’t going his way, threatening to arrest us both for disorderly conduct.
11-22-16 ~ Amanda Kimimila
There’s an army of us.
We come from another place to make waves in this world.
We’ve come to break the mold and the archaic patterns that have so deeply set in and trapped the very men who’ve dug these grooves.
We feel everything.
And every tear.
Every sea creature drowning in oil.
Every tree being poisoned by the rain they’ve manipulated with chemicals and nanotechnology.
The air is full of particulates.
The clouds were once so perfect,
But now they infiltrate us from the inside…
From the outside.
This is a foreign place now.
A once pristine paradise has been violated by resource extraction, careless and wasteful mass production of unnatural pollutants, and geoengineering.
Is it too late to change the tides?
Is it too late to reverse the damage?
If there is any chance at all
The broken system must fall.
There are two cyclical opposing forces that create this realty.
There is the creative force and the destructive.
For change to occur, we have to collectively shift to functioning on a more creative level.
To achieve this we must conquer inertia, apathy and conditioning.
Turn off the TV
Stop participating in the broken system.
Start growing communities based on barter.
Start a community garden and community farm for food.
Food brings people together.
Develop sustainable trade skills.
Share your skills and resources with your barter based community.
Change is possible.
Writer: A. Smith
Brave woman photographed: Amanda Polchies
Artist: Greg Deel
Ossie Michelin took the original photo.
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