by Bodwyn Wook
In many previous entries under this category here in the on-line pp of Bodwyn Wook, we have rehearsed the gloomy facts of the objective, relentless and unremitting Indian curse on Old Mankato, with its stumbling relays of leering taser-happy shift-work police, its incompetent tiers and belvedres of trained and shifty, professional, administrators and consulting shifty-looking psychologists, its ruined architecture and bevies of sly realtors, all making shift to flog by day and, desperately, by night these ruined crumbles to one another. Many wish it would all just go away. So strongly do they cling to this emotion of denial common to alcoholics, spouse abusers and, to-day, alike discredited ‘neo-conservatives’ and Obama Democrats, that they prefer a retreat into the sheer obscene phantasies of reductionist and dismissive, or wishful, thinking (sic):
‘Oh, that’s just another report on the primitive folklore beliefs of our ignorant and loutish, upland, chemical and GM seed farmers, mostly of German descent around here.’
‘There you go again, Mr Chief Constable Wook, all retired now and with that Red Indian curse bee buzzing, oh, so bright and brittley in your bonnet!’
Or else, succinctly (in classic American):
Be that as it may, the facts remain as attested by to-day’s release about this day in our grim and greasy, grey and grubby, altogether just God-awful, history, from the 2008 Minnesota State Sesquicentennial Commission:
December 26, 1862
38 Dakota are hanged in Mankato….
Thanks to Anthony Middle School, Minneapolis, MN- teacher Paul Sommers and student Zachary Reidell, and Northeast middle school-teacher Patricia Nelson and the after-school History Club and MPS Community Education, for the research on this December’s Day in History.
Thanks also to Minnesota’s Learn and Serve America Service Learning Program for their help.
And there you have it.
Many kindly people in our community, and I do not dis-associate myself from these, have worked hard in our guilty and otiose baby boom generation, on the self-assigned task of ‘reconciliation’ among the descendants of the abused and betrayed and killed Indians and european-american pioneers alike, of 1862. This makes those involved feel good and there is now a fine limestone buffalo statue of impressive dimension, at the proximate site of the white revenge-killings.
So, step-by-step — after all, we at Bodwyn Wook are optimists in the long-term I will have you know! — we see that human beings do attempt from time-to-time at least, to negotiate the ruinous long evolutionary path away from routine strife and murder.
Maybe, also, it will all do some good by way of the generous example:
I for one can well believe that in, say, two hundred years or so the chinese-american community will foregather in Mankato at some memorial or the other, perhaps the preserved ruined foundations of the old Immanuel Lutheran Church. There they will sing and prance and carry on like anything, and hold hands in affectionate circles, making shifty sidelong glances with the shy janitorial descendants of the once-dominant white people whose ancestors throng the mauls here now, all cheerfully ignorant about narrowing America’s “tomorrow” and of what to-morrow brings. The purpose of all that future festivity of course will be to commemorate something like the vicious Chinese Army mass shootings one day to come throughout the county in new-dug manure pits, of unreconciled, recalcitrant rustic gangs, the stubborn and box-headed, big nosed, heirs and their get and women, of our ignorant upland chemical and GM seed farmers to-day, mostly of German descent around here.
For that is history, you see, and how she be done….
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 26 December 2008]