By Mark Monroe
This autobiography of Mark Monroe, a Lokota Sioux Indian, describes his lifelong confrontations with racism, violence, own hardships together with alcoholism, unemployment and disease in addition to his founding of the yankee Indian Council in 1973.
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I told him two six-packs of beer and two pints of whiskey. I got my money out, but he said, "No, this is free. " At that time, I didn't drink very much, maybe a couple of beers with the guys-that was about it. When we got back to the car, my dad told Uncle jimmy, Aunt josie, and Mom what had happened. I thought it was real nice of that guy to do this for us. That was the first time my dad was in a liquor store and was able to get served. When we got back to Alliance, all of our neighbors, friends, and Emma were at our house.
That's all Butch and I had to play with. " I was so proud of it. Another of my good memories of Wood is of sheepherding. Butch was always a go-getter, so he got a job on a sheep ranch right under Rattlesnake Butte and worked out there in the summers. One summer my mother told him to take me with him, which he wasn't too happy about, but he did. Butch was making a dollar a day herding approximately six thousand sheep. The rancher and his wife, the Weavers, were kind people. We slept on the cot in the bunkhouse.
We peeked in the window, and there he was with some other people from around Wood. " We told him we walked. Right away the next day, my dad rode over to Mr. Weaver's house to tell him we got home safely. Mr. Weaver was checking on us, too, and so he met Dad halfway. One summer when we worked for Mr. Weaver, he had these really beautiful greyhounds. I worked all summer until the day school started, and Mr. Weaver used to buy my school clothes for me: cowboy boots, levis, shirts, caps, and coats.
An Indian in White America by Mark Monroe