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A Lesson From Crazy Horse by Chris Hedges
Native Americans' resistance to the westward expansion of Europeans
took two forms. One was violence. The other was accommodation. Neither
worked. Their land was stolen, their communities were decimated, their
women and children were gunned down and the environment was ravaged.
There was no legal recourse. There was no justice. There never is for
the oppressed. And as we face similar forces of predatory, unchecked
corporate power intent on ruthless exploitation and stripping us of
legal and physical protection, we must confront how we will respond.
The ideologues of rapacious capitalism, like members of a primitive
cult, chant the false mantra that natural resources and expansion are
infinite. They dismiss calls for equitable distribution as unnecessary.
They say that all will soon share in the "expanding" wealth, which in
fact is swiftly diminishing. And as the whole demented project unravels,
the elites flee like roaches to their sanctuaries. At the very end, it
all will come down like a house of cards.
Civilizations in the final stages of decay are dominated by elites
out of touch with reality. Societies strain harder and harder to sustain
the decadent opulence of the ruling class, even as it destroys the
foundations of productivity and wealth. Karl Marx was correct when he
called unregulated capitalism "a machine for demolishing limits." This
failure to impose limits cannibalizes natural resources and human
communities. This time, the difference is that when we go the whole
planet will go with us. Catastrophic climate change is inevitable.
Arctic ice is in terminal decline. There will soon be so much heat
trapped in the atmosphere that any attempt to scale back carbon
emissions will make no difference. Droughts. Floods. Heat waves. Killer
hurricanes and tornados. Power outages. Freak weather. Rising sea
levels. Crop destruction. Food shortages. Plagues.
ExxonMobil, BP and the coal and natural gas companies—like the
colonial buffalo hunters who left thousands of carcasses rotting in the
sun after stripping away the hides, and in some cases carrying away only
the tongues—will never impose rational limits on themselves. They will
exploit, like the hustlers before them who eliminated the animals that
sustained the native peoples of the Great Plains, until there is nothing
left to exploit. Collective suicide is never factored into quarterly
profit reports. Forget all those virtuous words they taught you in
school about our system of government. The real words to describe
American power are "plunder," "fraud," "criminality," "deceit," "murder"
and "repression."
Those native communities that were most accommodating to the European
colonists, such as the peaceful California tribes—the Chilulas,
Chimarikos, Urebures, Nipewais and Alonas, along with a hundred other
bands—were the first to be destroyed. And while I do not advocate
violence, indeed will seek every way to avoid it, I have no intention of
accommodating corporate power whether it hides behind the mask of
Barack Obama or Mitt Romney. At the same time, I have to acknowledge
that resistance may ultimately be in vain. Yet to resist is to say
something about us as human beings. It keeps alive the possibility of
hope, even as all empirical evidence points to inevitable destruction.
It makes victory, however remote, possible. And it makes life a little
more difficult for the ruling class, which satisfies the very human
emotion of vengeance.
"Whenever the legislators endeavor to take away and destroy the
property of the people, or to reduce them to slavery under arbitrary
power,"
wrote the philosopher John Locke, "they put themselves into a state of war with the people who are thereupon absolved from any further obedience."
The European colonists signed, and ignored, some 400 treaties with
native tribes. They enticed the native leaders into accords, always to
seize land, and then repeated the betrayal again and again and again
until there was nothing left to steal. Chiefs such as Black Kettle who
believed the white men did not fare much better than those who did not.
Black Kettle, who outside his lodge often flew a huge American flag
given to him in Washington as a sign of friendship, was shot dead by
soldiers of George Armstrong Custer in November 1868 along with his wife
and more than 100 other Cheyenne in his encampment on the Washita
River.
The white men "made us many promises, more than I can remember,"
Chief Red Cloud said in old age, "but they kept but one. They promised
to take our land, and they took it."
Native societies, in which people redistributed wealth to gain
respect, and in which those who hoarded were detested, upheld a communal
ethic that had to be obliterated and replaced with the greed, ceaseless
exploitation and cult of the self that fuel capitalist expansion. Lewis
Henry Morgan in his book "League of the Iroquois," written in 1851
after he lived among them, noted that the Iroquois' "whole civil policy
was averse to the concentration of power in the hands of any single
individual, but inclined to the opposite principle of division among a
number of equals. ..." This was a way of relating to each other, as well
as to the natural world, that was an anathema to the European
colonizers.
Those who exploit do so through layers of deceit. They hire charming
and eloquent interlocutors. How many more times do you want to be lied
to by Barack Obama? What is this penchant for self-delusion that makes
us unable to see that we are being sold into bondage? Why do we trust
those who do not deserve our trust? Why are we repeatedly seduced? The
promised closure of Guantanamo. The public option in health care.
Reforming the Patriot Act. Environmental protection. Restoring habeas
corpus. Regulating Wall Street. Ending the wars. Jobs. Defending labor
rights. I could go on.
There are few resistance figures in American history as noble as
Crazy Horse. He led, long after he knew that ultimate defeat was
inevitable, the most effective revolt on the plains, wiping out Custer
and his men on the Little Big Horn. "Even the most basic outline of his
life shows how great he was," Ian Frazier writes in his book
"Great Plains,"
"because he remained himself from the moment of his birth to the moment
he died; because he knew exactly where he wanted to live, and never
left; because he may have surrendered, but he was never defeated in
battle; because, although he was killed, even the Army admitted he was
never captured; because he was so free that he didn't know what a jail
looked like." His "dislike of the oncoming civilization was prophetic,"
Frazier writes. "He never met the President" and "never rode on a train,
slept in a boarding house, ate at a table." And "unlike many people all
over the world, when he met white men he was not diminished by the
encounter."
Crazy Horse was bayoneted to death on Sept. 5, 1877, after being
tricked into walking toward the jail at Fort Robinson in Nebraska. The
moment he understood the trap he pulled out a knife and fought back.
Gen. Phil Sheridan had intended to ship Crazy Horse to the Dry Tortugas,
a group of small islands in the Gulf of Mexico, where a U.S. Army
garrison ran a prison with cells dug out of the coral. Crazy Horse, even
when dying, refused to lie on the white man's cot. He insisted on being
placed on the floor. Armed soldiers stood by until he died. And when he
breathed his last, Touch the Clouds, Crazy Horse's seven-foot-tall
Miniconjou friend, pointed to the blanket that covered the chief's body
and said, "This is the lodge of Crazy Horse." His grieving parents
buried Crazy Horse in an undisclosed location. Legend says that his
bones turned to rocks and his joints to flint. His ferocity of spirit
remains a guiding light for all who seek lives of defiance.