I am Crowfoot

I am Isapo-Muxika, of the blackfoot people since I was 5 (formerly of blood tribe). It is the year of 1838. I am 18 years old. My big brother, Crow Big Foot, was murdered. I assembled a war band and tracked down the murderers, And my followers gave me my brother’s name (shortened by the police). I live in the blackfoot tribe with my mother, Attacked Toward Home, my grandfather, Scabby Bull, my little brother, Iron Shield, and my step-father, Many Names, who is chief. I am heir for chiefdom as of my older brothers death. The white men have not quite expanded to where we live, and the buffalo are still plenty. The white men are not here in great number, but their influence is spreading quickly in the forms of guns, smallpox, and alcohol. I see the alcohol destroying the great warriors of the tribe and I hope it is doing the same to the other tribes, for our sake. I hear whispers of a confederation among the white men. Something called a government, whatever that is. I have no affiliation  about the white men, but the mounted police do sound like a good idea. I think the white men will come, and when they do, I will do all in my power to prevent war. Now time to prepare for winter. . . I think it will be a long one.

2 thoughts on “I am Crowfoot”

  1. Ah my friend, how the trials of those British weigh heavily on us all. I feel your pain, as I too, though in a far away land, am under their yoke as an Irishman. I am sorry for the loss of your brother, I am sure he was a noble man. The only thing I disagree with is your confidence that you will be remain peaceful and this will save you. I implore you to rethink this stance. As one who has suffered under their tyranical rule for all of my life, I can assure you that they will not rest until they have all of Canada under their thumb, and will not hesitate to eleminate all who stand in their way. Force, to me, seems like the only hope of throwing them off once and for all. I will be coming to America soon and when I do, I hope to persuade them to help other enslaved countries such as ours.
    -Thomas D’arcy McGee

    1. A wise idea, but we are too weak for the alcohol plaguing our lands, so peace must be tried to be achieved.

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