Once, Black Elk spoke these words:

"I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young.  And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard.  A people's dream died there. It was a beautiful dream . . . the nation's hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer and the sacred tree is dead ." 

What happened at Wounded Knee, happened so long ago. We, the People, were given a beautiful dream, that was indeed, broken. And for many years afterward, we lived a nightmare. But now, the Grandmothers want us to remember our ancestors who were cut down in those times, but not to live that moment forever. The time has now come that we have been given eyes that can now see our promising future. Wascitus wanted us to die with the herds of buffalo, but they’re not extinct, and neither are we. We’re still here for the purpose of living out our destiny…not to be like them, but to be the Ones who will show the way.  Barbara Elk -