I came here in a respectful way, despite someone's comment to the contrary. But respectful or not, I'll be attacked no matter what due to the subject matter. I get it. I understand it. So be it.
But, can anyone here answer me this: Just as Creative Native asked- why, when McCullough danced for 4 days out at Crowdog's beside other dancers, in front of so many chiefs and elders, why did not one person say anything to him about Salt Creek? If there are so many who are against him, why didn't anyone say anything, before or after the dance? Has anyone heard any rumors by now? Are the people talking about it?
I seek answers just like the rest of you, but I can only go by what my own family says.
Anyone?
I'll answer that question with a story. Reservation life is pretty close knit. Everyone knows what goes over as ok and what is craziness, but sometimes the craziness is so entertaining you can't help but get in on it. I have a friend who was born in Rosebud, but when his mother remarried when he was 5 he moved far away from the rez. Their family travelled back once or twice a year, but that was all my friend ever saw of other Indians or reservation life. He's full-blooded, but raised outside the rez. His mother was a little upset about the things that happened to her in Rosebud so she made no effort to bolster his understanding of his heritage. Well....fast forward.
My friend's in his forties. Through his life he's still made some infrequent visits to Rosebud. Knows a few relatives there and hangs out every once in a while, but doesn't participate in anything, but eating and conversation. BUT at his HOME off the reservation there is zero population of Indians in his area. At his home off the rez he wears a buckskin shirt and leggings and dances at every non-Indian pow-wow there is. He's got respect there because he's full-blooded (not for anything else) so people believe the great romantic stories about his childhood there. They suck up to him like no other and it's gotten to his head. On his visits to Rosebud everyone kind of sits back and watches what goes on. Makes for some great and enteraining stories later on about this guy trying so hard to outdo everyone that it becomes like a show. They don't say nothin' to him, because from experience you know...there's nothing much you can say to someone like that. So they let him go. The reality is, he's often making a fool of himself....he just doesn't know it.
So the last year I knew this guy he finds a woman at the non-Indian pow-wows. Pretty nice looking, flaming red hair and a completely white buckskin dress with no beadwork whatsoever. She's infatuated with him and moves in with him after the pow-wow (no joke). A few months later my friend decides to take her to Rosebud to really seal the deal with her. While there he presents himself as proudly as possible. Parades her around, takes her to a few houses. Well...she's just LOVIN' it....first time she's ever been on a rez although she says she's Choctaw from Ohio.
So there you go....imagine the sight. My friend, tall dark-skinned full-blooded Indian, long-black hair (in a bit of a hollywood hairstyle, but still lookin' good) with someone 15 years younger than him hangin' off his arm, flamin' red hair, skin brighter than the sunshine and a permagrin. Something than anyone who lives there looks and just KNOWS what that's all about and starts chucklin' to themselves. But they're good hosts there and they show them both a good time.
They come back to their home off the rez. I'm with some friends..one of them a fluent Lakota speaker. See the happy couple at a conference (he's there to dance again). Ask about their visit and she blows up with how great it was...and guess what...THEY GAVE HER AN INDIAN NAME THERE.....
Really??? So I brace myself....and with as much excitement and pride as you could ever hear in a voice she tells us the name and my friend's eyes almost start tearing up as he walks off quietly....I say goodbye to the happy couple they go off and she starts tellin 'the next people that stop them about her new Indian name.
I go to check out my buddy and he's still laughin' in the corner while he watches them head around the room. He said, "Do you know what her name means?
" They called her "Smelly *****(ummm..we'll just say it's a body part below the waist)"
Hope that helps you understand a little. Just tryin' to help you from becoming the next "Smelly *****".