He was walking into the bowels of the city in New York headed towards a subway when I stopped him... I asked, "Excuse me, do you mind if I take your photo?" He told me, "Of course not, go ahead." He asked where I was from and I told him Tennessee. He smiled and told me that he had been there before and loved the beauty of nature in the Volunteer State. He then spoke of his Indian heritage.
As I walked away I could not help but to think about the wrongs done to the Indians so many years ago. I thought about the stories I had heard about Sitting Bull.
If you are not familiar with Sitting Bull, he was a Hunkpapa Lakota holy man who led his people as a tribal chief. He was one of the first real life protestors in America, at least in my eyes. Sitting Bull led at a time of major resistance to United States government and the policies created by the government in the 1800's. Perhaps you have heard of the Battle of the Little Bighorn? If you have not heard of it, perhaps you were failed as a child in a school where Indian history was not properly taught.
"I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place." Sitting Bull