My title this morning is from Sitting Bull, Powder River Council, 1877.
"I (Sam Hurst) climbed Bear Butte with a friend last Wednesday, right smack in the middle of the Rally, in the heat of the day. Native prayer bundles hung from the low limbs of a hundred trees. In the shade of the north slope, two prairie falcons hunted. A tourist helicopter roared around the mountain, shaking their concentration. Two young Indians along the ridgeline sat quietly and watched the sun set in the west." Sam Hurst: Sturgis Motorcycle Rally Our Religion. RapidCityJournal columnist. Sunday, August 13, 2006.
He Who Must Be Obeyed and I experienced the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally several years ago with my high school friends, one of whom taught at Sturgis during most of her career. It was captivating in a hedonistic way with incessant noise, strange sights, and a devil may care attitude. We are glad we did it but once was enough even with front row lawn chair seats on LaCrosse Street at another teacher's home.
Hurst nails it this morning in his column..."This isn't a clash between native spirituality, tradition or treaty obligations and a week-long biker party. This is a clash of religions. They have theirs and we have ours.
Sam Hurst is a Rapid City filmmaker.
1 comment:
Hey, I am checking this blog using the phone and this appears to be kind of odd. Thought you'd wish to know. This is a great write-up nevertheless, did not mess that up.
- David
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