Am 27. Februar vor 50 Jahren besetzten Mitglieder des American Indian Movement (AIM) Wounded Knee (dort fand 1890 ein Massaker der US-Armee an den Lakota statt).
In Deutschland machte der Journalist Claus Biegert den Vorfall durch Artikel und Vorträge bekannt.
Die indigene Rockband Redbone, die in den 70er Jahren recht bekannt war, schrieb das Lied We Were All Wounded at Wounded Knee.
Die kanadische indigene Musikerin Buffy Sainte-Marie (sie komponierte Universal Soldier) sang ebenfalls ein Lied zu Wounded Knee:
Indian legislations on the desk of a do-right Congressman,
Now, he don't know much about the issue,
So he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the
Senator out in Indian country,
A darling of the energy companies who are,
Ripping off what's left of the reservations.
I learned a safety rule,
I don't know who to thank,
Don't stand between the reservation,
And the corporate bank;
They'll send in federal tanks,
It isn't nice but it's reality.
This song was originally posted on protestsonglyrics.net
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
Deep in the Earth,
Cover me with pretty lies,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
They got these energy companies who want the land,
And they've got churches by the dozens,
Want to guide our hands,
And sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and greed.
Get rich... get rich quick.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
Deep in the Earth,
Cover me with pretty lies,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
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We get the federal marshals,
We get the covert spies,
We get the liars by the fire,
And we get the FBI's,
They lie in court and get nailed,
And still Peltier goes off to jail.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (eighth of the reservation),
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (transferred it secret),
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee (of murder and intimidation),
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium,
Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped,
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she'd died of exposure,
Loo loo loo loo loo.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
Deep in the Earth,
Cover me with pretty lies,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
We had the Goldrush Wars,
Aw, didn't we learn to crawl,
And now our history gets written in a liar's scrawl,
They tell 'ya ? Honey, you can still be an Indian,
D-d-down at the 'Y',
On Saturday nights?
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
Deep in the Earth,
Cover me with. pretty lies,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Deep in the Earth,
Cover me with pretty lies,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee,
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Das waren viele Links, aber das Thema ist wichtig und soll nicht vergessen werden. Leonard Peltier sitzt immer noch im Gefängnis.
Danke für die Erinnerung an Wounded Knee, Leonard Peltier und Annie Mae Aquash. Ich war damals noch ein Kind und habe erst zwanzig Jahre später etwas darüber gelesen, dann jahrelang nicht mehr daran gedacht.
AntwortenLöschenSo war das damals. Ich sage es heute immer noch: begrabt mein Herz an der Biegung des Flusses. Das Buch habe ich oft gelesen. Und meine Liebe zu der Kultur und den Leuten ist mir geblieben. Wenn man sieht, wie jämmerlich sie in den Reservaten leben, könnte man heulen.
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