> But Crow Dog is a pretty good example of the dangers. In some cases he invites anyone, the curious, the thrill seekers, and the deluded and the dangerous.
It's interesting to hear this here. In the summer of 2000 I traveled briefly with a man from Austria who I met on the Dineh reservation. He claimed he had come to the States because of a vision he had to become a Sun Dancer (I know, I know...). Evidently, he was permitted to dance somewhere, though the Sun Dance at Camp Anna Mae we attended together upon invite from a mutual acquaintence (who, in retrospect probably had no right to invite us whities since he wasn't NDN himself) wasn't it. I never saw him dance, but he had the scars (which, I realize, could have been self-inflicted) on his chest. He wasn't selling anything (don't know what he's up to these days), didn't strike me as being a nuage fruit, but I was, admittedly, far more naive at the time. I honestly hope he isn't out there selling ceremonies back in Europe, but my sense is that he had a stronger sense of right and wrong in these matters and was quite serious about the path he was on.
At any rate, he wanted to go to Crow Dog's Paradise for a dance that was being held there (the people we were staying with had small posters from CDP about the upcoming event) and also to Wounded Knee, but didn't have a mode of transport. This is where I came in. My companion told me had smoked his sacred pipe and prayed for help, and then I showed up. I had a funky, old Mercury Lynx that was held together with spit and bailing wire (so to speak) and was up for an adventure and for helping someone out on their spiritual path, even if I didn't entirely understand it. I figured I might learn something in the process in addition to seeing some new sights.
Something was amiss when we arrived at Crow Dog's Paradise. When we stopped by the kitchen area to let the hosts know we were there, we were greeted by Leonard and a few members of his family. We offered our help with the preparation, but were graciously declined and invited to make camp. There were some other people we didn't see immediately who were inside one of the tipis, but it was an unmistakable argument, and a heated one. I think there may have been alcohol involved (one of them sounded drunk, and we both got, for lack of a better expression, an alcohol vibe from the exchange), and my travel partner and I were left feeling rather uneasy about staying. We decided to hang around for a little while longer to see how things felt in other parts of the camp, but we eventually decided to travel on because things just didn't feel right.
So, it's interesting to hear that events at CDP are sometimes opened up to anyone and everyone, and, as my experience seems to indicate, not always with the best results.