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 sickness in addition to his founding of the yankee Indian Council in 1973.
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I was told later on that the Marines had made a landing there. You could see flyers, smoke, and all the tell-tale signs of prior combat. We drove to a spot and got reorganized. The rest of our ROK troops, who were riding in the truck behind our weapons carrier, caught up with us. Everything seemed to be very disorganized. Our whole regiment started working its way into the mountains, where, I was told later, the Marines had fought their way through. We saw bodies of North Korean soldiers lying along the side of the road and became very frightened about what was coming next.
In our modern-day world, I'm always surprised that something like keeping Indian children in one room for seven years could ever happen, and I have always questioned it. When we moved to Alliance, we soon found out there was a ladder of racism. First were the white people, then the Mexicans, then the blacks, and, finally, the Indians. You see, when the American Indian first came to Alliance, the Negro was last on the ladder, but then what happened was the Indian population was discriminated against by blacks, Mexicans, and whites alike.
Finally we arrived at our perimeter, which was on the top, where I met a young Marine who had been with one of the troops that had fought in Wonsan and gone this far into enemy territory. He was about my age. I noticed that he was shot, but he didn't seem to care. We talked no more than half an hour, as he had to rejoin his company to continue fighting elsewhere. This was probably his first time in combat, and he didn't seem to be very afraid, so this kind of made me feel better. Our company stayed at this perimeter.