1976 Armed Cascadia Takeover Article Scans
Thanks to "Cloud Writer" cloud_writer@yahoo.com for her time effort providing this important material.
October 25th, 1976 - Cascadia Agreement Iffy -
News Tribune - Page A1
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Excerpt of what I wrote on alt.native: ...I also have more newspaper cut outs that are aging. By next week I
will be able to scan those too. These that I posted are cleaned up,
the brown aged paper made lighter and cleaner looking, but the
originals are pretty brown now. (I have good software for making old
things new.)
About who the pictures are of, I don't know. I stumbled into the
takeover. I only remember Ramona Bennett, a man named Chi (sounds
like shy) and a man that went by or named Geronimo (big guy). I am
African American and I was about 18 years old when I was home and saw
on the noon news that the government had given the Puyallup Tribe a 4
o'clock DEADline to turn the property back over to them. The news said
that the national guard would take it by force then - or that's what
was strongly implied. They showed men from the Tribe
outside of
Cascadia patroling. I couldn't wait until the 5 o'clock news to passively view if the
national guard had opened fire on the Tribe with all their weaonry. It
didn't take much brains - no matter what ethnicity anyone is - to
sense what was up with the 4 o'clock deadline that day. I knew
HISTORICALLY what was very likely about to happen. I thought they will have to kill me too. I grabbed my keys and left a note for my roommate, who is Hispanic,
that I was going to Cascadia, and that I would be
there,
the morgue,
or in jail. I drove up to Cascadia's gate, my car was surrounded as I explained my
heart - and I guess I passed the
heart test. I was let through. Oh
that makes me teary eyed now. Back then I just knew I had to be there.
But now, so many years later, I realize what an HONOR it was to be
trusted on sight - with just a short exchange of words. I wonder what
I said, or if it was even words that opened the gate to me that day. People across the road were writing down license plate numbers of those
who entered. When my roommate got off work she joined me and stayed the full time as
well... going AWOL from the Army to be there.
I was young, not from Tacoma, and had no idea about the history of the
Puyallup Tribe or it's struggle to go through all the steps year after
year to right this particular wrong. As a kid I went to a
predominantly native school in Minneapolis though
- where we had pow
wows instead of bake sales, fried bread instead of doughnuts (I'm
smiling) - and where I was invited into the beading circles where my
white friends were not allowed. It wasn't a Native shool like the
magnificent Chief Leschi school - it was Native as a result of poverty
all pressed into one area. It didn't teach truth. That was back in
the day. You know the story. What I saw once inside the compounds of Cascadia then was new to me.
Political strength. The tribes coming in from other states and the OLD
DIVISIONS completely set aside was so beautiful. The numbers were
frightening to the government I'm sure. The numbers - the pouring in of
people probably had a lot to do with the government's pause.
All night though we anticipated anything,
including mass death. But
the PEACE in everyone's eyes. I have never felt I could convey to
anyone how peaceful the eyes are of people who are willing to die for
what they believe. I never once sensed ANY FEAR, just certainty. Is
there anything higher? Whoops... don't get me started. Next thing you know Washington DC folks are flying in
and State folks arriving -
coming on the grounds for negotiations -
timidly trying to scoot around the CROWD of singers
surrounding a drum
that is vibrating the ground
with it's message -
a crowd of voices raising a song
that blocks straight entrance
to the door.
You have to go around.
<O> <O> Dazzling power shift.
Just smooth. Everytime I drive by that building now, my eyes shine.
And I see that incredible casino now there too just a short walk down a
small hill - and think HOW MUCH has changed. The takeover was a pivotal moment. I am trying to find my personal photos too - which I really need to
turn over to the tribe. I only saw one other person there besides
myself, inside, taking pictures. I didn't take a lot - but I have a
few.
It was awesome...
powerful... peaceful strong and resolute. If anyone knows Ramona please be sure that she finds out about these
pictures. She may have them already, I don't know... but just in
case.
Sorry for talking so much. :) Much love and respect,
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