Dennis Banks, Ojibwa founder of the American Indian Movement and longtime Native American leader, teacher, thinker and warrior, has died at age 80. Renowned as one of "the prophets, the messengers, the fire starters," Banks' activism ranged from 1973's Wounded Knee uprising to the spiritual cross-country "Longest Walk" to the Dakota Access protests. From one native advocate, "Dennis Banks was everything to us."
R.I.P. Dennis. You did good! We need more like you.
R.I.P. Dennis Banks. May your causes live on and your predictions come true.
My dad was superintendent of Ft. Laramie National Historic Site during the AIM uprising … his opinion of Dennis Banks and Russel Means was horribly misguided and wrong!
As another commenter stated, I too hope his wisdom comes to pass … we have lost another of the good ones. Give 'em hell, Dennis!
May that day soon come. R.I.P, Nowa Cumig.
A true hero. May others walk in his footsteps.
Of my greatest opportunities in life, seeing Dennis Banks, twice, is right there at the top. RIP.
Memo to POTUS:
This is what leadership looks like—the needs of Mother Earth and her creatures first, and self last. It’s tragic that you’ll never understand this.
I saw this on the Indian Country Today website a few daze ago and my mind went still, quiet. I don’t know how to react when a Hero dies, they just aren’t suppose too.
May the Star Trail guide you Home, dear brother.
My your family and relatives carry your sacred fire forward into the future as your honoring.
Deep Gratitude for your good walk here on Mother Earth. Pilamyia!
Oh, Great Spirit,
whose voice I hear in the winds
and whose breath gives life
to all the world, hear me.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes
ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be superior to my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy – myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes,
so when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit will come to you without shame.
- Chief Yellow Lark, Lakota, 1887 -
Nice one Tom
My spouse, who is Native American and I both thank you… Tom, as we have never read that beautiful quote by Chief Yellow Lark.
What a hero and a courageous soul- truely one of a kind. He will be missed.