06/17/2026
I went to a place called the Big Hole today, Big Hole National Battlefield. While there was a battle there, the truth is it was the location of a massacre, one of many in the perpetration of genocide of Indigenous People. I tried not to be bitter that most of the monuments and notations were in recognition of the 31 calvary men who died while only one mention of the more than 90 men, women,children and elders murdered by the same calvary as they were hunted across the landscape. Perhaps there was more shared in the visitors center, which was closed. I made prayers for the calvary, because why not. I made prayers for the Nee-Me-Poo, the Nez Perce People who were massacred, and for those who survived, fleeing to Canada, for their descendants. I prayed for reparations and land back. I prayed for the land. I left the Big Hole, went to Wisdom (you can’t buy it), gathered medicine. Blue Montana sky made the experience of the Big Hole peaceful in spite of the horrid truths.
