Many Dreams Died on September 5, 1877-SEPTEMBER 5, 2020 MANY DREAMS ARE BEING MANIFESTED AND DREAMED A NEW!
One hundred forty-three years ago, Crazy Horse rode into U. S. custody at Fort Robinson, Nebraska.
Nearly 900 men, women, and children followed, stretching back in a two-mile procession of people, horses, dogs, and pony drags.
Crazy Horse did not consider his coming in surrender, but rather a peace gesture in which he would seek a permanent home for his besieged and tired people.
Crazy Horse was prepared to lead a peaceful life. He was not a politician and avoided being a public figure except for his battle exploits, where his presence on the field of battle would inspire his warriors to exceptional acts of daring and courage. He was revered by his people for his generosity and humility.
He was hated and feared by the US Military. Crazy Horse was never defeated in battle, only by betrayal. He vowed he would come back through the thunder, lightning, and rain.
But home, for Crazy Horse and his people, was not to be.
Because he was not a politician, he was incapable of dealing with the undercurrents of jealousy, deception, and betrayal that surrounded him.
The lies of a half-breed interpreter coupled with the jealous hatred of certain Bad Face Oglalas, mixed with a suspicious U.S. military, all combined to seal his fate.
Many dreams died as a soldier’s bayonet struck a deep and fatal wound into Crazy Horse's back. As he spun clockwise from the bayonet into his left, lower back, he said to his two relatives who were holding his arms, " My friends, you can let go of me now, you have hurt me enough already.
Later that night, awoke, looked at his father, and said, “Tell the people I am badly hurt and it is no use to depend on me anymore …” With that whispered phrase to his father, Crazy Horse gave his last living words to his people.
Then his head fell back, with his braid falling and touching his beloved Mother Earth, and all the Ogala's silently waiting outside begin to instantly wail in grief, for they knew deep within their hearts and souls, that Crazy Horse, the Strange Man of the Ogala's had died. Very "Uncika," pitifully, at the hands of his own people.
Dr. V.T. McGillycuddy was a surgeon at Fort Robinson when Crazy Horse was killed. He would later write of the man, “In him, everything was made a second to patriotism and love of his people. Modest, fearless, a mystic, a believer in destiny, and much of a recluse, he was held in veneration and admiration by the younger warriors who would follow him anywhere…I could not but regard him as the greatest leader of his people in modern times.”
Thank you, Ben Sherman!
