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While doing research for this paper, I was fortunate enough to
make some new friends - Native inmates across the country.
My curiosity got the best of me,
and I asked them many questions about their personal struggles for
religious freedom in prison. They gave me permission to tell
all who would listen about what it means to be a Native American
fighting for the right to practice ancestral spirituality in an
oppressive prison system.
There are eight questions here with answers. The last two Q&A are very important, because they deal with what the prisoners want you, the reader, to understand the most about them and their struggle. At the very end is a letter from Randall 'Shield Wolf' Trapp, one of the plaintiff inmates in Trapp v. Dubois. If you'd like to get in touch with any of these men, please e-mail me and I will get permission to release their real names (*) and addresses to you. You can also find names and addresses of Native American Prisoners needing penpals at my Native American Penpal page. |
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My name is Shield Wolf. My mother is Mic Mac and my father is Cheyenne and German. I'm one of those blue-eyed Indians. I've been told I can't be Indian because of this. Don't take that serious because I don't. I understood by your words that you've dealt with a similar ignorance from whites as well as Indian people. There is something I've learned from Spirit a long time ago, and that is - ignorance is just food for the self-importance of the individuals who practice it, and in Spirit it does not exist. Don't try to fight it. Have compassion for those who are of it for they are truly lost... I have been in prison for going on seventeen years. When I first came here, there was no such thing as an Indian Circle. All they had was your basic hypocritical Christian crap. Ever since I was told I would have to prove my Native descent, I made a decision that I never would. You see, I grew up in the white man's world, not as a white man but as an Indian who didn't really belong. Even as a kid I never denied my blood. I had to deal with ignorance on that level for most of my life. At times it made me stronger and at times it made me weak. My uncle told me how it was, why we called ourselves Catholic - that it wasn't because we were but because we had to survive. I know that there are those of Indian blood who ended up believing that lie, but my uncle and my mother weren't two of them. My grandparents left Burnt Church back in the early 1900s as a matter of survival. To the day my mother died, she longed to be with her people, but the circumstances wouldn't permit it. Here in Gardner, we began our struggle for a Circle back in 1989. Back then things were much different. That is, those in power then didn't want to make waves, so we were allowed to practice with very little restrictions. We even had permission to build a sweat lodge But as soon as permission was given, it was taken away. Since 1989, there have been five new administrations in power, and with each new administration came more restrictions and outright racism. There are a lot of examples I can give you since it was my responsibility as peace keeper of the Circle to deal with these people on whatever level the situation called for. When we first began, correctional officers would make ignorant comments or noises (like slapping their mouths and saying "woo woo woo") when we were doing our morning prayer - same kind of crap I had to deal with as a kid. Anyway, after a while of dealing with it, I finally lost my patience and cornered one of them and I let him know that what he was doing was disrespectful and that he wasn't going to do it anymore. I do believe that he saw my determination, because from that time on we were treated with more respect from most of the correctional officers. Now you would think that that was half the battle, but it wasn't even scratching the surface. See, correctional officers are not administrators. Administrators are the ones who make the rules and give the orders. Don't get me wrong, there are correctional officers who are just as ignorant and arrogant as the administrators, but there were some who were disgusted by the mistreatment we had to deal with. That is to say that some correctional officers would warn us beforehand of shakedowns directed at the Circle. We've had our Pipe, smudge and herbs confiscated time and time again, as well as our regalia. You see, Sister, these people don't have a clue as to what sacred means. The Spirit has taught us to be patient. This is a very hard lesson to learn as well as to live, but we found that there is no healing in hating them. Our Elders ( Medicine Story and Slow Turtle) taught us that hate and anger are sicknesses that have no place in Spirit. Anyway, to answer some of your questions, we are allowed smudge and Pipe. We have requested Sweat Lodge many times and have been denied. We currently have a law suit pending. You asked what the authorities have done to make me feel less worthy as a Native American or to take away my Spirituality. All I can tell you on that is this: it's crazy to think that their ignorance is focused with purpose, because it's not. The sickness that controls their kind goes too deep to think that it has purpose. To answer your question, they have done many things, and in my chaos I have reacted in ways that confirmed my pre-conceived attitude. But from Spirit, by the Wisdom of our Ancestors and the teachings of our Elders, I know that I was 'out of touch'. I don't want to give you the idea that I'm saying 'give them all a hug to make it better'. I'm not. I'll take it to the death on any level, but not out of anger or hatred ... but because it is what the Spirit deems proper. Walk in Beauty ... Walk in Peace . . . . . . . . . In the Spirit, Shield Wolf |
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