I give to each man what he should have because of his ways and because of the fruit that comes from his works. All the hate and bitterness in the heart of this Sioux man erupted, when he joined a native rights movement that turned from protests to violence. It was exhilarating at the time. But as he remembered all the damage and destruction, he knew such violence was no substitute for what he truly desired. But when it was all over, it was I who had learned a lesson.
Native rights are a just cause.
Yet my actions that day were more about violence, and the need to vent the hate and rage I felt toward a world which had denied me a meaningful life. D.C. We forced everyone to leave, chained the doors and took over the building. As the war drums played and war songs were sung that night, a medicine man offered prayers and applied war paint to the men who were armed and ready for battle. When the federal marshals arrived, my heart was pounding with the thrill of the moment. We prepared ourselves for the charge of the marshals and their dogs, tear gas and guns, which could happen at any time.