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  • The #4 Community on the Pine Ridge Reservation is poor. But they know who they are: Lakota. I envied their heritage, their firm knowledge in their past, their ancestors and all their stories. I don't have a personal history on my father's side thanks to the war (WWII) so I am acutely aware of other people's histories.

    When the Lakota look out into the world off the rez, they see us as wasichu - the takers of the biggest piece of meat. So my partner and I came to help in our own way, to denounce the notion that all whites want the biggest piece of meat, to provide food and recreation for 20 kids at a culture camp. Ultimately, through those Lakota youth, I learned about myself during that week. More than the fact that I could survive sleeping in a tipi and using an outhouse (shake the door to let the snakes know you're coming in!!!!). I learned about being proud of who I am and what I do, even if it's only giving a kid a camera and a hot dog for a few days one summer. No matter my past; it's all about the future. And that is their truth and mine.
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