Death of Custer, scene by Pawnee Bill's Wild West Show performers c. 1905 of Sitting Bull's stabbing Custer, with dead Native Americans lying on ground
On June 25, 1876, at the Battle of the Greasy Grass (Battle of Little Big Horn) Lakota, Arikara, Northern Cheyenne, and Arapaho defended Sioux and Cheyenne families living in south central Montana in a battle with the Seventh Regiment of the United States Cavalry.
As explained in An Indigenous Peoplesβ History of the United States for Young People by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz, adapted by Debbie Reese and Jean Mendoza:
In June 1876, a large encampment of nontreaty Sioux and Cheyenne families was gathered along the Little Bighorn River. Later that month, Custer and the Seventh Cavalry prepared to attack the encampment, but warriors led by Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull successfully intercepted them. Most textbooks call this the Battle of the Little Bighorn, but Lakota and Cheyenne people, especially those whose ancestors defended the encampment villages, know it as the Battle of the Greasy Grass.
Sioux chief Sitting Bull and Lakota leader Crazy Horse directed their warriors against Lieutenant George Armstrong Custerβs regiment of over 225 cavalry men near the Little Bighorn River. Custer and his men died in the battle, and the united tribes claimed victory over the U.S. military that week.
But the victory against the United States was short-lived. Crazy Horse died in 1877 in U.S. military custody, as that government worked steadily to disarm the nations of the western plains and force their people onto reservations. Sitting Bull lived another 14 years and was murdered at the Standing Rock Indian Reservation by an Indian Agent. He was targeted for his political power and his participation in the anti-imperialist spiritual movement, Ghost Dance.
Marble markers for the Seventh Cavalry were erected in 1890, but it was not until Memorial Day of 1999 that red granite markers were added to the historic site to honor the memory of the Lakota, Sioux, Arikara, Northern Cheyenne, and Arapaho who died the week of the Battle of Greasy Grass.
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My great aunt died and im being updated on funeral bullshit. It'll be a whole stupid thing i have to do on Sunday, that's standard. But I guess she wanted her ashes scattered around where she grew up and wants a bagpipe guy to play amazing grace for it. So now my uncle has to find a bagpipes guy and pay the piper. Being bossed around by a dead person to do silly tasks is prettt funny
I want my head embalmed and put in a Futurama-style head jar.
I want my brain shoved in a jar and stored somewhere secure when I die. Brain mapping is my fantasy. (I've heard lately that the caves in Iran are quiet and largely undisturbed.)
The rest of my body? Eh.... They can do what they want with it. The brain thing is not negotiable though.
If she can have a bagpiper then hiring an Italian woman to wear a black veil and weep uncontrollably at my funeral shouldnt be taken as a bit.
I play bagpipes, where is the party at? I can start playing Amazing Grace and transition to Pink Pony Club after the first stanza if you'd like
Does it count as doxxing myself if I dont live there, wont be attending that part of things and it's such a small place that it may as well not exist? I gotta go to the funeral which is like a 4 hour drive in the opposite direction of where she wants her ashes spread. Grew up in one place lived in the other as an adult.
The funeral is gonna fucking suck, not only cause its a funeral, but my parents are my ride and it's fucking far out of town. So im stuck there until they leave, and theyre gonna be stuck there for a while, apparently a decent chunk of the family is going out to dinner after which I will be stuck at, hopefully wherever we go in buttfuck nowhere has vegan options. I just wanna grieve and leave.
Yeah that sounds like a pretty brutal all-day affair
I'd much rather go to work instead.
I dunno how to feel about it, on one hand it is funny, on the other hand - the exact person most affected by the death will likely be most responsible for the dead soul entertainment. although clarity around the body is important