With my word clarity severely lacking yesterday, I am going to try again today here. The trip has been phenomenal overall and truly so much more than expected. Today was filled with many memorable moments, and while I have held back tears more than once so far, today was the day that the dam broke for me and my students.
Little Wound High School has overwhelmed us with a welcoming, positive energy–faces are familiar now, and we are greeted warmly no matter where we go at the school. It feels like we have been coming to the school everyday for months, instead of part of a week. Almost like we are part of this community.
Today’s health promotion topic was healthy relationships and positive coping. We started out the day with our new friend (and fellow Hoosier), Mr. Reed, who brought his freshman Math classes to see Britin and Ashley for a teaching session. The topic at hand was again quite sensitive–talking to teenagers about date rape, domestic violence, unhealthy coping, codependency, how to handle anger, and the like is no easy task. Mr. Reed commented that Britin and Ashley handled the topic well and were very sensitive to some of the cultural differences.
During our time in the foyer, I had a teacher ask if we were from the Indian Studies department at IU. I explained to him that we were from the nursing department and what the students were doing this week and some of my previous experiences at Pine Ridge. He mentioned that he had done some work with IU and that his son is an artist who makes ledger art. Later in the afternoon, after visiting our friends in the alternative class, we were again in the foyer, when this teacher came back to see us. I have since come to know that his name is Cliff, and he teaches drivers ed. He brought a ledger art print by his son that depicts IU–I will attach a photo because my explanation will not do it justice. He handed it to me, and simply said, “Thanks for coming”, and walked away. This very generous and kind gesture of thanks overwhelmed me. While I talk about Pine Ridge quite a bit and love to be here doing whatever I can, I am not looking for thanks. But with that said, I will treasure this gift always.
This evening after our time at school, we went to Wounded Knee finally. We were met as soon as we arrived with several Lakota ladies selling bracelets and dream catchers. At this time of year, there is literally no tourist traffic on the reservation except at Wounded Knee. To sell a bracelet or a dream catcher or two might help buy a bit of food or enough gas to travel for a few days on the reservation. When I am met with these offerings, I want to buy something from everyone because I know that even a few dollars can make a big difference. We did buy a couple of things, and then went into the cemetery to visit the monument and mass grave. One of the ladies selling jewelry had a little girl with her, and the girl came back to ask if we had any water. Ashley got several bottles of water for the girl and her mom, and the girl commented, “I’ve been thirsty for so long”. This statement was heartbreaking–it is one thing to not have food (which is bad enough), but to not have water? Quite difficult to wrap our heads around. What else can we do? Our very small contributions will never be enough, but we can keep trying and will.