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A diary of a thirty-day odyssey across America in May 2014, eschewing all interstate highways in favor of secondary roads through small towns and villages.

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Monday, May 26th - The Badlands

5/26/2014

 
Badlands National Park is quite a place to visit with its eerie moonscaped vistas that seem to arise suddenly before you as you round a bend. One minute you're looking at a prairie dog town in a field, and the next you are in the midst of red rocks and desert. We spent several hours there before deciding to continue on to the Pine Ridge Reservation.

The trip took us through the town of Scenic... which we thought would be... well... scenic! But it wasn't what we expected at all. it was essentially a ghost town at the intersection of two roads. The only viable building there was a convenience store run by a lone woman who lived there with her small child. Another traveler had stopped as well, and approached us. His name was Troy Schmidt and he was from Wooster! For the last several years he had been working as a guide with an outfit called Affordable Adventures, and Troy knew all the inside scoop on the area. He was lots of fun to talk to! I'll include his picture here.

The fun part ended there, however, as we moved into Pine Ridge. I don't even know how to explain that place. There is so little that is happy or prosperous there. No industry. No opportunity. About the only jobs are at the gas station or one of the few stores that meet the needs of the population. At the Wounded Knee site, we saw a ramshackle building with a sign proclaiming to be a museum. We found a young family who was trying to create a memorial there. And a man who was trying to support his family and their cause through their handicrafts. I bought a small painted drum that will always remind me of them. It was very disturbing. And it's not right!

Going south across the border to Nebraska we came to the town of White Clay. Surely this is the most disgraceful town in America. This town's sole reason for being is to sell alcohol to the residents of Pine Ridge. You see, the sale and possession of alcohol on the Reservation is forbidden by tribal law. So the thirteen total residents of White Clay, two miles away, provides it... to the tune of over ten million cans of beer alone last year. There are four establishments in town that sell liquor, and there is little else. The residents make their money on the misery of others. We saw Native Americans passed out cold and lying in the street as we drove by. We learned that alcoholism is the primary problem on the Reservation. Almost all crimes there are alcohol related. So why, we wondered, does the state of Nebraska allow this to continue? The answer seems to be that the neighbouring towns don't want "the problem" in their backyard, so the state is willing to look the other way so it stays contained in White Clay.

The way we have treated and continue to treat Native Americans is America's shame. It was hard to see, and not something I'll be able to forget.


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Badlands National Park. My photographic skills are not equal to the challenge of accurately depicting the strange beauty of this land.
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The Badlands.
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Troy Schmidt from Wooster, Ohio!
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Scenic, South Dakota. Current population: 2 The few buildings here mostly looked like this.
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Cattle skulls decorate the front of the abandoned saloon.
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A somewhat ramshackle memorial to Wounded Knee and the American Indian Movement. This circular building had murals and pictures telling some of the story, and a couple of display cases with artifacts.
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A small family, man, woman, and cute little toddler girl, live behind that door in sparse conditions. They are trying to revive the museum with funds they get from selling their crafts. I hope they use some of what we spent there on their daughter, as well.
mary spear
5/28/2014 01:31:54 pm

How disturbing to read your comments about Pine Ridge. I was flown there about 1977-78 for a job interview for a teaching position. I stayed with an accomplished Indian primary teacher who was a recovering alcoholic. She had her own small house on the reservation, one of a group of 1 story slab houses that made up 2-3 streets. She told me a lot about her recovery and experiences as an alcoholic. I grew to respect her very much in that visit. I remember they were also in the midst of a locust infestation they said happened every few years. (When you'd walk outside the locusts would hang onto your face and every part of your body. It was one of the nastiest experiences I had ever had.)

I was there for at least 3 days during which I was squired around between there, Rapid City and Nebraska. I saw the same images that you recorded here, all these years apart! I always tell people that to find pictures of dire poverty they need go no farther than an Indian reservation out west in the US.

I decided to come back tho' I was offered the job. On the plane back I met the NY born wife (and her 2 young children) of an Indian who had grown up on Rosebud nearby. They had been on a visit and she assured me after we conversed that I was the kind of person she felt could make a difference despite the enormous challenges. She said she thought I shold reconsider the offer. When I called to say I would take the job, explaining the reason for my change of mind, the non-Indian school official in charge acted offended and said he would tell the Board. I later got a very nasty letter saying they had given me a chance and I had declined. They had pursued me for at least 2 years through phone calls and now they just wrote me off. It was very depressing. But even more now that Patty writes what you have seen there in 2014.

I don't know if I should feel glad I never went there or feel bad I wasn't given a chance to make a difference. It is outrageous that the situation hasn't changed at all for the better in this country.


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