Hi, I’m Wolf Skin, the chief’s son. This is going to be my tribe in the future so I wanted to write to you about how life is for us with the Americans. I also wanted to hear about your life with the French in Canada. I can’t wait for you to write me back Black Bull! I’m sending extra paper and a pen so you don’t have any problems.
I am so tired of how many times we have to move! Dad always makes us just because those stupid white people are always coming. Can’t someone just make them stop? I think that we need to have a talk with them. I would say that we should be able to come into town and have the ability to do stuff. What’s that called again? Ummmm oh yeah, Citizenship. My tribe would like to become Americans, but not like the way they tried to make us forget about our culture. I don’t like that. How about if we raise our standard of living by being able to go into the towns and helping people. It would be a good thing to do. This means that we can still live on the spirit’s land, but also go where we want. If we have to give up some land because of something, probably like good trade hides. Those are really valuable. No big deal. We can help them out if they help us out.
My dad was telling me about years ago the white’s tried to resolve everything by using techniques that didn’t completely work out for us. Something called Reservations were tried. This made us mad because we had to go to a certain place and stay there. They think we own the land, but they don’t know anything. Obviously we can’t own it because it’s the spirit’s land. I don’t understand the White’s sometimes. We try to get them to understand that it doesn’t work that way but I guess karma will just bite them again like dad says. Anyway, the whites wanted us to go and live in America and be with the White’s. Seems okay right? We get to be citizens and get to be around the others and get to use everything they can and stuff, but the catch was that we had to forget about all of our beliefs and be exactly like them. It was so stupid. Let me ask my dad what that was called. Okay, I’m back. He said the white man calls it the Dawes Act, but we call it the ruiner of all things.
They also tried to come take the spirit’s land when we were living there. They shot this thing that my dad said was gonna hurt me so he had to take care of them. Remember that’s when they said they were just gonna talk. So they didn’t follow through with what they say. We had to show them that we were ready to take them down. Oh the funniest thing by far is that they told us we had to stay in one spot even though we like to move around on our own terms because the whites needed it or they didn’t want the other tribes to come make battles. Haha! We like to talk to other people too. Just like I’m talking to you. As long as we don’t try to hurt each other it’s okay. Dang the whites don’t know a thing.