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DEDICATED TO WARRIOR CRAZY HORSE..
First image is the picture of Crazy Horse..becouse he
DEDICATED TO WARRIOR CRAZY HORSE..
First image is the picture of Crazy Horse..becouse he dont liked to be photographed-no proved photograph of him exist..only this picture....than the photograph of his friend- chef He Dog appear...Shaman and Warior Sitting Bull and other chefs... General Croog... war...masacre at Wouden Knee..but at the end Sitting Bull appear as a spirit...yes he said "I know that Great Spirit established Me as a chef of this country!" and that is The true Mr... U.S.A!
Michal Ičo.
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Interview with He Dog, Oglala, S.D. July 7, 1930
Thomas White Cow Killer, Interpreter
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. I will be glad to tell you about Crazy Horse or any others of our old
time chiefs about whom you may wish to know because I am an old man now
and shall not live many years longer and it is time for me to tell these
things. Whatever I tell you will be the exact truth, because I was in a
position to know what I talk about. There are a lot of old Indians
hanging about the reservation who like to talk to the white people and
would just as soon tell you anything, whether it is true or not. They are
men whom we would not have had as servants, those of us who were Chiefs
in the old days.
I and Crazy Horse were both born in the same year and at the same
season of the year. We grew up together in the same band, played
together, courted the girls together and fought together. I am now
ninety-two years old, so you can figure out in what year he was born by
your calendar. When we were 17 or 18 years old we separated. Crazy
Horse went to the Rosebud Band (that is to the Brules, of whom Spotted
Tail was Chief a little later) of Indians and stayed with them for about
a year. Then he came home. After he had been back for a while, I made
inquiries about why he had left the Rosebud band. I was told he had to
come back because he had killed a Winnebago woman. (According to ancient
Lakota custom, coup could be counted on an enemy woman if she was killed
in the sight of the fighting men of her tribe. The theory was that the
enemy would fight even harder to protect or avenge one of their women
than one of their men. But the Brules were already agency Indians and
the authorities took a different attitude about it. Apparently Crazy
Horse himself changed his mind about the ethics of this custom if the
speech of his reported by Captain Hans in "The Great Sioux Nation" is
correct).
Less than a year after Crazy Horse left camp, I joined in a trip
against the Crow Indians. WHen I got home, the crier was announcing that
Crazy Horse was back in camp. Only his name was not Crazy Horse at that
time. He has three names at different times of his life. His name until
he was about ten years old was Curly Hair. Later, from the time he was
ten until the time he was about eighteen years of age, he was called
His-Horse-On-Sight, but this name did not stick to him. When he was
about eighteen years old there was a fight with the Arapahos who were up
on a high hill covered with big rocks and near a river. Although he was
just a boy, he charged them several times alone and came back wounded but
with two Arapaho scalps. His father, whose name was Crazy Horse, made a
feast and gave his son his own name. After that, the father was no
longer called by the name he had given away, but was called by a
nickname, Worm.
Crazy Horse, the son, was one of three children. The oldest was a
Sister, the next was Crazy Horse, and the third was a Brother. All are
dead now.
When we were young men, the Oglala band divided into two parts, one
led by Red Cloud and one by Man-Afraid-of-His-Horse, the elder. I and
Crazy Horse stayed with the part led by Man-Afraid-Of-His-Horse. Later
this half subdivided again into two parts. I stayed with the more Northern
half of which I and Big Road, and later Holy Bald Eagle and Red Cloud,
were appointed joint Chiefs ("shirt wearers", so called from a particular
kind of ceremonial shirt worn by this class of chieftain as insignia of
office).
Crazy Horse remained with the Southern quarter of the tribe. The
council of this division awarded the chieftainship to Crazy Horse,
American Horse, Young-Man-Afraid-Of-His-Horse, and Sword. It was many
years after our first battles before we were made Chiefs. A man had to
distinguish himself in many fights and in peace as well before he could
be chosen as a Chief.
(After consultation together, He Dog and the interpreter dated these
appointments as having been made about 1865 by the white man's calendar)
The name of Crazy Horse's band was the Hunkpatila (End of Circle) band
because when the tribe was encamped together it occupied one end of the
tribal crescent.
At about the time these appointments were made Crazy Horse moved
towards the White Mountains (Indian name of the Big Horn Mountains).
Crazy Horse and I went together on a war trip to the other side of the
mountains. When we came back, the people came out of the camp to meet us
and escorted us back and at a big ceremony presented us with two spears,
the gift of the whole tribe, which was met together. These spears were
each three or four hundreds years old and were given by the older
generation to those in the younger generation who had best lived the life
of a warrior.
Crazy Horse was still single when he was made a "shirt wearer". A few
years after this he began to pay attention to the wife of a man named No
Water. No Water did not want to let the woman go.
In the Battle "When They Chased The Crows Back To Camp", (1870) He Dog
and Crazy Horse were the lance bearers of the Kangi Yuhn (Crow Owner's
Society). About ten days after that battle Crazy Horse started off on a
smaller war expedition and No Water's wife went along with him.
No Water followed them and came to the tipi of Bad Heart Bull and
asked to borrow a certain good revolver (Bad Heart Bull was a brother of
He Dog and is now dead) which Bad Heart Bull owned. He said he wanted to
go hunting. Crazy Horse and the woman were sitting by the fire in a tipi
belonging to some of their friends. No Water entered the tipi, walked up
to Crazy Horse as near as I am to that stove (about four feet) and shot
him through the face. The bullet entered just below the left nostril.
That is how Crazy Horse got his scar. No Water took his wife back.
Because of all this, Crazy Horse could not be a "shirt wearer" any
longer. When we were made Chiefs, we were bound by very strict rules as
to what we should do and what not do, which were very hard for us to
follow. I have never spoken to nay but a very few persons of what they
made us promise them. I have always kept the oaths I made then, but
Crazy Horse did not.
Later on the older, more responsible men of the tribe conferred
another kind of Chieftainship on Crazy Horse. He was made War Chief of
the whole Oglala tribe. A similar office was conferred on Sitting Bull
by the Hunkpapa tribe. This was still early, a long, long time before
the Custer fight. At this time the government did not know who we were.
Crazy Horse always led his men himself, when they went into battle,
and he kept well in front of them. He headed many charges and was many
times wounded in battle, but never seriously. He never wore a war
bonnet. A medicine man named Chips had given him power if he would wear in
battle an eagle bone whistle and one feather and a certain round stone
with a hole in it. He wore the stone under his left arm, suspended by a
leather thong that went over his shoulder. The one central feather that
is in the middle of the war eagle's tail, that was the feather he wore in
his hair.
(He Dog denied with a chuckle, various stories told about how Crazy
Horse on certain occasions threw away his rifle and charged in with a war
club or a riding quirt, a characteristic Indian mode of seeking death in
battle) Crazy Horse always stuck close to his rifle. He always tried to
kill as many as possible of the enemy without losing his own men.
He never spoke in council and attended very few. There was no special
reason for this, it was just his nature. He was a very quiet man except
when there was fighting.
Crazy Horse was married three times. The first time was to No Water's
wife, but she only stayed with him a few days. Shortly after that he
married Red Feather's sister. By her he had one child, a little girl who
died when about two years old. A long while after, when he had
surrendered at Ft. Robinson, he married a young half-breed girl. He did
not have any children by her.
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Dedicated to Sadako Sasaki..
(For those who understand)
Pinokiofromtokio.
Lette
Dedicated to Sadako Sasaki..
(For those who understand)
Pinokiofromtokio.
Letter From Sadako's Mother
Come Back to Me Again, Sadako
A Letter from Sadako's Mother, Fujiko Sasaki
No one is lovelier for a mother than the most miserable child. I have four children and I feel very sorry about Sadako most. Already eight months have passed since Sadako died. She was really a miserable child. When she was born during the war, there was not enough food and she weighed only 2250 grams, but she was fine except when she got pneumonia when my husband was drafted. You may laugh at me if I praise her (Translator's note: it is not Japanese custom to praise your family in front of others;), but she was so considerate and thoughtful that I relied on her. She helped me a lot in every possible way. When I can't go to sleep, I often remember my child who got worn out and died and wish I could hug her to my heart's content only once more. In my dream, Sadako says to me, "Leave it to me, mom" and I wake up calling, "Sadako!"
Then I realize it was a dream and I wonder how she is. For a while, I'm lost in my sad thoughts and join my hands in prayer before the tablet of the deceased.
I remember January 9th last year. She showed me a lymph node behind her ear saying "Mom, I think that my lymphatic glands were swollen a little." I thought it. But when she had a check up at ABCC(Atomic Bomb Casualty Commission) in June, 1954, she was told that she was fine, and she was really vigorous and everyone knew she loved doing exercises.
I once thought, "If she has to suffer like this, she should have died that morning on August 6th" (which was the day the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima), but I now think, "I wish she were alive and could be with me no matter how handicapped she was and how heavy her sickness was."
I remember Sadako like I remember yesterday. What I remember most is the time when she was hospitalized.
It was a rare and fine morning at the ground of Nobori-cho elementary school on February 10th, 1955. I remember vigorous children playing, jumping an elastic string. Sadako was enjoying playing it though I thought, "Sadako! You are sick with an atomic bomb disease called leukemia. Oh, no! Why you?"
My husband and I took her to a hospital though she went to school happily with a bag as usual.
Sadako looked fine without knowing that her doctor said she would die in a few months.
After he told us this, my husband and I cried hard near Sadako, who was sleeping peacefully. We were choked with tears and spent the night thinking, "Oh, we wish something could be done. We wish here was something to save her against this illness of Atomic Bomb disease." I squeezed Sadako's hands thinking "If a medicine which could cure this incurable disease in the world existed in the world, then I'd like to borrow money even if it is ten million yen. Or, if possible, let me die for her..."
But we were so poor that we could barely live. I decided to do my best as a mother and love her as much as possible. But eight months after she has passed away, my heart is still choked with sorrow because I couldn't do anything for her.
I appreciate her doctors' efforts, caring for her day and night. When I heard that she would die soon, I bought silk fabric with a cherry blossom pattern and at night I made her a kimono. When I gave it to Sadako, she kept back her tears and said, "Mom, you did too much for me." I asked her to put it on saying, "Sadako-chan, this is my wish, so please put this on." She wiped her tears and wore it and looked very happy.
She knew we were poor though she didn't say anything. She used to say, "Mom, I'm not a good daughter because you have to spend so much money for my sickness..." I'm sure sure she had many things she wanted to buy as a teenager such as new clothes, but she didn't say anything to me and kept it to herself because she knew we were poor.
I coundn't stop my tears when I saw Sadako wearing the kimono because she looked so nice. She watched me saying, "Why do you shed tears? You did too much for me..." We had a dream to buy kimono for her after the war because she had helped me so much. Our dream was realized finally.
One of her classmates, Miss Chizuko Hamamoto, wrote her reminiscence of Sadako as follows;
Sadako looked more beautiful in her kimono because her swollen lymph nodes made her appear as if she gained weight. She wore her beautiful kimono with cherry blossom patterns today. When I said, "You look nicer with Kimono than a dress, Miss Sasaki," she said, "Is that so? Isn't it nice?" But she looked sad. I don't know how Sadako felt about her friend's words, but the kimono became a keepsake.
She believed in a saying that if you fold a thousand cranes, you'd get over your sickness. She folded paper cranes carefully, one by one using a piece of paper of advertisement, medicine and wrapping. Her eyes were shining while she was folding the cranes, showing she wanted to survive by all means.
When my husband and I went to see her, she said, "Dad, I've folded just four hundred paper cranes." He was considerate to her, keeping back his tears.
"How hard her fate is, though she wants to live so much! How pitiful she is though she wants to live so much! Sadako, I want to do something for you by all means," I thought, but there was nothing I could do and I thought tenderly of her.
Looking at the folded cranes which Sadako made innocently on her bed, I almost cried my heart out thinking of Sadako's feelings. I wondered why she was born.
I gave folded cranes that she made sincerely to her classmates and put the rest of them in her coffin as well as flowers so that she could bring them to the next world.
Why didn't you thousand cranes sing? Why didn't they fly?
Sadako, please forgive me. How hard and uncomfortable it was every day. I wonder if you live in comfort in the heaven.
Her classmates, the members of Association of Kokeshi, come every 25th, and are kind to us.
I cried reading letters of reminiscence of Sadako which will be published in a book the other day. I really respect children for their strong love and wish for peace because they made a plan to create a Statue of an Atomic Bomb Child with Sadako's death as a start.
Sadako! The peace you wished for will be realized in the form of a statue of An Atomic Bomb Child, with the help of your classmates such as Masako and Chou as well as children from Hokkaidou in the north to Kyushu in the south.
The statue of An Atomic Child will be built as the symbol of peace on the lawn near Atomic Bomb Memorial Tower in Nakajima where Sada-chan went with father!
Sadako! Listen! Can you hear your friends' strong voices for peace? As the mother of a child who passed away when she was only twelve and a half years old, I'd like to appeal to mothers not only in Japan but all over the world that I don't want such a horrible thing to happen again. So many children are looking for peace.
P.S. The letters are from Record of Atomic Bombs in Japan by Seishi Toyota. (Published by Nihon Tosho Center in 1991)
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