From Chase Iron Eyes, Lead Counsel, Lakota People’s Law Project:
Judge Lee Christofferson has granted the Lakota People's Law Project (LPLP) extraordinary scope to obtain information from the state’s prosecutor, Energy Transfer Partners, law enforcement, and security contractors, including TigerSwan.
Our chief counsel, Daniel Sheehan, and attorney Lanny Sinkin explain in the above video why deposing the DAPL security companies is so important. TigerSwan’s role at Standing Rock is emblematic of a major threat to our liberty. Increasingly, corporations are hiring their own private armies to infiltrate activist communities, stir up violence, and run propaganda campaigns that marginalize and criminalize those of us fighting to protect our water and freedom.
LPLP will begin taking depositions this month. Getting the state and security companies into deposition rooms won’t be easy. For months, the state prosecutor has failed to respond to discovery requests.
Judge Christofferson’s court order gives us the legal leverage we need, and your support will give us the resources to secure key evidence. Fortunately, this effort has been quietly funded by caring people like you—but we still have many miles to go. A monthly gift from you can ensure that our defense has all the resources it needs for depositions, and can take us, victorious, through the finish line.
TigerSwan has mastered the art of disaster capitalism, making millions in underserved communities of color when things go wrong — at Standing Rock, in Houston, in Puerto Rico. With each disaster, we get closer to the edge. That’s why it’s imperative, it’s necessary, that we take our stand when and where we can. We don’t create the world we dream of all at once. We win it, one small struggle at a time. This is our struggle. Thank you for sharing it, and for making victory possible.
Pilamaya — we thank you for your continued dedication!
Chase Iron Eyes
Lakota People’s Law Project
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Holatte-Sutv Turwv Osceola
That's what we did. Rose up and defended Mother Earth. And we got our butts kicked for it (see my books).
The New Seminole were outnumbered and out-weaponized. Now I'm holed-up in the Miccosukee Embassy doing Sanctuary. Those words above pretty much sum up what got me here with a quid pro quo violent defense of the Everglades and the "colonization" of south Florida that pit our sad little "tribe" up against the Mighty White Father aka Uncle Sam. Since that time, I've been giving it a lot of thought about choosing a less "proactive" approach, something closer to Ghost Dancing rather than Ghost Making.
At the end of the 19th Century Uncle Sam had pretty much brought the continent's indigenous tribes to their knees by one massacre, broken treaty, and forced settlement onto reservations after another. It would be safe to say that their spirits had been immeasurably broken. Around 1890 a Northern Paiute spiritual leader called Wovoka had a vision that would save the 500 Nations: if they danced the Ghost Dance they could summon the spirits of their dead ancestors to fight the colonists, make them leave the land, and restore peace, prosperity, and unity to all the tribes. In desperation, the idea caught on and spread through many of the tribes.
Of course, nothing came of it except Wounded Knee and the deaths of hundreds of Lakota Sioux (including Sitting Bull) all because Uncle Sam grew fearful that a few impoverished and broken people had begun dancing in a circle-- which the U.S. Army knew was a prelude to an attack on settlers and soldiers.
Like the founder of the New Seminole, Micco Busimanolotome Osceola, I came to the conclusion that dancing and chanting wouldn't change a thing. Praying, neither. We had to "take it to The Man," as he would say. Well, that didn't work out too well for us either. Although we didn't Ghost Dance, we did have our own Wounded Knee: at a nondescript hammock deep in the Everglades we called Rendezvous Point.
But as I've been told more than once by Special Agent "Micco Mann," that we, unlike the Lakota Sioux who were only dancing, had it coming. So, in retrospect, maybe it's time for another Ghost Dance. One that embraces technology to save the world instead of violence. Maybe the New Ghost Dance is a New Seminole floating in space, dancing pow wow style between the earth and the moon and the stars; always there to remind the crew all is sacred. Maybe it will be Nokosee. Or me. Or our daughter, Haalie.
Stop the insanity! Stop the "blood quantum." Counting your Indian blood today is about as practical as counting coup. If your head's not there-- where Sitting Bull, Chief Joseph, and Crazy Horse lived-- even a full-blooded Native American is slumming on the rez and on the streets where the "Outside" lives. I'm a blue-eyed blonde married to what some of the anal Rez Police might call a half-breed. Nokosee on his dad's side is Seminole but his mom is a Cuban his dad met at Hialeah High when they were students. Of course, if you read my books, you know I had to prove my worthiness to Nokosee's old man, the founder of the New Seminole, Micco Busimanlotome Osceola. Doing a "walkabout" in the Everglades alone with only a knife and a compass was nothing compared to what came down the pike-- and got me holed up here at the Miccosukee Embassy in Miami doing sanctuary. But I proved to the old man I was worthy of his son, the first of the New Seminole who would lead an eco-war on the "Outside" to save the Earth. Not that we're still thinking about doing that. We have a daughter now, Haalie Osceola. That changes everything.
Holatte-Sutv Turwv Osceola.