Gallery Walk
Students will carry six notecards (one for each station) to write down the necessary information.
Novels
Students will take their time looking at the variety of novels, a collection written by a variety of authors. They will choose a novel that appeals to them (cover, content, message, extra), write it down with a brief explanation as to why they chose it.
Photos
Students will look at the images provided and chose one to write down their observations about. What do they notice, what do they think was going on at the time, purpose of the image.
Propaganda Posters
Students will pick out a propaganda poster that they feel is sending a strong message and record their thoughts as to the purpose of the message and who it would be aimed at.
Artwork
Students will pick out a piece of artwork and reflect (write down) as to what the artist may have been feeling and their purpose of subject.
Jade Bread
Blackfeet
"Courtship"
Pictograph
Used with permission from Indian Uprising Gallery
Stuart Brings Plenty
Oglala Lakota
"Cheyenne Warrior Roman Nose"
Pictograph
Used with permission from Indian Uprising Gallery
Stuart Brings Plenty
Oglala Lakota
"Leo Brings Plenty"
Pictograph
Used with permission from Indian Uprising Gallery
Frank Shortey
Navajo/Lakota
"Sacagawea Leads Lewis and Clark"
Pictograph
Used with permission from Indian Uprising Gallery
Frank Shortey Navajo/Lakota
"Buffalo Hunt"
Pictograph
Used with permission from Indian Uprising Gallery
Terrance Guardipee Blackfeet
"Deliverer of the Sun"
Painting
Used with permission from Indian Uprising Gallery
Terrance Guardipee (Blackfeet)
"Morning Bull and Friend"
Painting
Used with permission from Indian Uprising Gallery
Quotes
Students will choose a quote that resonates with them, either positively or negatively. They will write down the reasoning for choosing that quote out of the variety offered and reflect on what was going on at the time the quote was written; how it would have affected the author.
The Indians, however, could not migrate from one part of the United States to another; neither could they obtain employment as readily as white people, either upon or beyond the Indian reservations. They must remain in comparative idleness and accept the results of the drought-an insufficient supply of food.
-General Nelson A. Miles
“Sioux Outbreak” of 1890
"There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them."
-Sitting Bull
Opposing Sioux Bill of 1889
"Let's start taking care of our people and quit worrying about names like Washington Redskins."
-Randy Whitworth
"The fact that, all too often, the educational needs of American Indian students are not met does not lie in their inability to succeed but in a system that fails to value their strengths, who they are, and where they come from."
-Mandy Smoker Broaddus
"Boarding schools physically seperated children in the formative years of their lives from the influence of family and tribe."
-Dr. Denise K. Lajimodiere
Legacy of Trauma: The Impact of American Indian Boarding Schools Across Generations
"I find freedom to be the most important issues facing any human being today, because without freedom, then life is pointless. The more dependent you become on centralized power, the more easily you are lead around."
-Russell Means
"I can't think of the last Asian that I ran into that talked about internment camps. But black people always want to talk to me about slavery."
-Candace Owens
"There was a Japantown in San Francisco, but after the internment camps that locked up all the Japanese, Japantown shrunk down to just a couple of tourist blocks.
-Ann Nocenti
"I was six months old at the time that I was taken, with my mother and father, from Sacramento, California, and placed in internment camps in the United States."
-Bob Matsui
"No one should ever be locked away simply because they share the same race, ethnicity, or religion as a spy or terrorist. If that principle was not learned from the internment of Japanese Americans, then these are very dangerous times for our democracy.
-Fred Korematsu
"I'm for catching every Japanese in America, Alaska, and Hawai'i and putting them in concentration camps."
-Francis Biddle
"You know, I grew up in two American internment camps, and at that time I was very young...But when we came out of camp, that's when I first realized that being in camp, that being Japanese-American, was something shameful."
-George Takei
Poems
Below is a collection of poems by Native Americans, people writing about the West, and Japanese-Americans incarcerated at Heart Mountain, Wyoming.
Students will chose a poem that resonates with them and explain why it does.
His Heart Sleeps
CM Russell, 1913
No flowers deck his resting place
No marble marks the spot,
But nature loves her children-
Her child is not forgot.
Oft Times she rocks his cradle
Which hangs at river's brink,
Her waters hum his lullaby
Where great herds come to drink.
His God, the sun, rides guard for him
And throws his golden light,
The moon with all her children
Watches o'er him through the night.
Beautiful Existence
By: Minerva Allen
Death my friend is not long.
Wrapped in a tanned buffalo robe,
painfully I sank to the floor,
forcing my aching knee joints to bend.
I sat cross-legged.
Fumbling for my ceremonial pipe,
filling it with tobacco from a
small pouch; lit it.
Smoke wreathed around my head.
I felt for my drum and began a faint
Tapping on the taunt rawhide.
The voice that once rang from mountain
tops, echoing along beaver streams.
Softly I sang a chant of death.
All is quiet.
Laugh Kills Lonesome
By: Mike Logan, 1991
He called it LAUGH KILLS LONESOME.
Shows old friends around the fire
An' them boys is swappin' windys
Long before they savvied wire.
Charlie stands there in the relight.
He's the nighthawk who's road in.
He, mostly, talked to hosses.
Sang nightsongs to the wind.
That pain n' shows another me
When men rode all alone
An' yarnin' by the cook re
Made a wagon seem like home.
You can feel ol'Charlie mournin'.
He'd 'a give up wealth an' fame
To ride back down them old trails
Before the land was tame.
LAUGH KILLS LONESEOME, Charlie loved it,
That me now long ago,
When the wind still blew, unfettered,
From the Milk to Mexico.
Just Wrinkles
By: Jennifer Greene
Her face remembers things she can't. The skin
around her mouth and on her cheeks hangs down weighed with smiles and laughs forever stored
inside a pouch so full it had to stretch
and curve. She never paced herself when she was young. She let her face and skin express
her joy and sadness flowing, flowing fast
through sharp new rocks becoming worn with life
so smoothed and grooved into comfort, routine
that now routine is all she has and grooves.
The Coffee Weed
By: Chris La Tray
For being dubbed invasive
when all you want to do
is take root where you’re planted
and grow, grow, grow,
strain with all your might
to the sky, open your flowers
to the heat and promise
of the same sun as everyone else.
Did anyone ask you
if where you are is where
you choose to be, said,
What about here? and you said, Perfect.
Most of us are blown backward
through life, buffeted by fate
doing the very best we can
with what and where we land.
Even then the grip is tenuous,
shifting soil and slope
that can be washed away
beneath us by turbulent water
we never even knew was there.
I watch the birds out my window,
remember the man who told me,
I don’t want any sparrows around.
And why not?
Just like the other man who said
his understanding was that
Beavers are destructive
and I can’t help but wonder
to whom, and to what?
Put me in the vicinity
of a beaver dam.
I’ll build my nest with
the sparrows, sing in
the morning over breakfast and
brew my coffee from roadside weeds.
203 n. Rodney Street
By Chris La Tray
In the shade across the street from where you stayed, Louis,
a tipsy local with wild hair asks me what I’m doing
and I tell him the revolutionary Louis Riel lived here,
that I’m in town and thought I’d come and pay my respects
to the universe, that maybe some of your stardust might
be stirred up with the rocks and grime of Rodney Street
under renovation, and he says, “Wow, man….” and then
he says, “Hey man, are you Mexican?” and I say no,
I’m Métis and he says “You’re what?” and I say
I’m Métis, you know, Indigenous, Chippewa-Cree and he says,
“Oh, I’m sorry man,” and I say it’s really no problem.
I’m looking at the blue sky and reflecting how we are all
related when the man, still near me, says, “Hey, do you have
a cigarette or any spare change?” and Louis, I think how
dirt-like-this-street poor you were so I give him the $20 in my wallet
and now as I write, minutes later, here he comes, a cigarette in hand,
and a six-pack in a plastic bag in the other, and I hope he
cracks one open on this unseasonably warm day today for me,
and for you too, Louis.
Kawashima Hatsune
At dusk, winter sparrows
Huddle together on a tree branch
Across the winter river
All trees are bent
By the flaming fireplace
Bear fur looks as though it has something to say
Hishiki Eiko
Nighttime, Heart Mountain wind blows violently outside
Inside sweet potatoes roast on the fire
Rows of houses
All covered in white by a snowstorm
Hot sensation running over my tongue
Leek miso soup
Takamura Kaseki
Walking into a field in Montana
Wearing a winter hat
Haiku gathering
One person keeps the stove going.
Terada Batsuzan
Cleaned of the ashes
The stove burns cheerfully
Early spring
Two nieces leave for school
Cold evening, lit by the streetlights
The deserted warehouse district
Tsuneishi Mutsuki
Christmas Eve
Festive music plays on the radio
Winter water birds
Swimming ahead and behind
The departing ship
Strong wind blows on me
As I wait for the bus under the winter moon.