BURY MY HEART AT WOUNDED KNEE.

I have decided to do some reviews, I am going to try and bash out about one a week but we shall see.
Anyway here goes the first.

I have just finished (for the second time) a very good book.
"Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee" by Dee brown, is "An Indian history of the American west." As it says on cover (I know I copied it but it is the best way to describe it and to be quite honest it makes a lot of sense.)
Dee brown is a interesting writer, having worked in a vast number of professions from oil fields to librarian he has written or collaborated on several books on Native American history and the truth behind the demise of the Indian way of life in an attempt to set the record straight.

Bury my heart, is a journey through the wild west, from the arrival of the pilgrims to the demise of great chiefs and Indian figures such as Sitting bull, Roman nose and crazy horse, to name but a few. It re-tells many of the myths of our time. Custer's last stand was maybe not as valiant as is told by Hollywood, what is the real reason Indians scalped there enemies, Who were the white men who ate, slept and married into the Indian tribes these are just a few of history's alterations that are uncovered in this book. It also tries to give the reader the information to make up his/her own mind without attempting to force feed you facts.

Now I'm not one to stand up on my soap box and scream injustice on the basis of one book, but I do sometimes have to remind myself that this is a factual book and not a work of fiction and when I do it makes me think just a little bit harder about what we are told and about the way we treat others..

"Although wrongs have been done me I live in hope. I have not got two hearts' Now we are together again to make peace. My Shame is as big as the earth, although I will do what my friends advise me to do. I once thought that I was the only man that preserved to be the friend of the white man, but since they have come and cleaned out our lodges, horses, and everything else, it is hard for me to believe white men anymore." - Motavato (Black kettle) of the southern Cheyenne's. 1864

Sixty Cheyenne's of Black kettle's tribe we wiped out buy White soldiers (Women, children and elderly) while the men were away hunting. The tribe was camped at sandy creek under the protection of the local fort, and had been given the assurance of the commanding officer that their families would be safe while they were away hunting. They were killed and mutilated in some of the worst ways imaginable.

To close, I can only say that it is for you to make up your own minds, but if you want a good read and want to possibly learn some things then this is a good place to start. This book is not for the faint hearted, at nearly 500 pages long and packed with a lot of facts and information it is quite a substantial read. The book also contains images taken through the ages of various chiefs and prominent figures of the day.

Enjoy.

P.S. This is my first review so I would like some feed back from you guys, don't worry about hurting my feelings I can take it (I just wont talk to you for a while)