*Journey of Forgiveness

There was a lot of time to think during the White Bison's Wellbriety Journey to Forgiveness, the five mile walk held at Mt. Pleasant on June 17. The Saginaw Chippewa Indian Tribe of Michigan Indians should be proud to have hosted such a momentous event.

American Indians-and some non-Indians-from all directions of Michigan came to Mt. Pleasant to walk side by side to support the idea of forgiveness to the non-Indians who encamped generation after generation of American Indian children in boarding schools. We came from cities, rural areas and reservations to voice support for the call for an official apology from President Obama on behalf of the United States government.

Even though we-some 500 American Indians-had to brave a rainy beginning of the walk, the inconvenience was trivial in comparison to the suffering by those generations of American Indians who were forced to attend the boarding schools.

During the walk many musings flooded my mind.

I thought about my deceased grandmother. Ellen Whitepigeon, who was taken from her family on the Prairie Band Potawatomi Nation and placed in an Indian boarding school at Genoa, Nebraska. I thought about the tattoo-which remained until she died at 89-on her forearm used to identify who she was during her encampment there. I thought about how the Nazis tattooed Jews in concentration camps.

I thought about the sheer agony suffered in the hearts of American Indian parents when someone arrived at their doors to take their children away from the protection of their family's love and culture. I thought about the tragic scars left on the souls of American Indians as the result of losing their family's protection.

I thought about the whole crazy scheme concocted by General Pratt to "kill the Indian and save the man," As I looked around and witnessed my fellow Indian marchers. I thought Pratt's system did not fully succeed. I saw strength of survivalists on the faces of my fellow Indian marches- especially our great elder George Martin, who is approaching 80 and who walked every mile of the journey.

I thought how must non-Indians don't even know what we are talking about when we mention Indian boarding schools. I thought about how they look at us as if we make up stories of sever punishment Indian kids endured because they wanted to speak in our Native tongues.

I thought about how we American Indians are often accused of wanting to stay in the victim mode when we should simply "get over it and forget" about what happened to our ancestors. I thought about how Jews purposely have a saying "Lest we forget" so that the world acknowledges they will never endure another Holocaust.

I thought about just how few media covered the walk. I thought if we Indians were fighting one another that day, the media coverage would have been three times larger.

Along the journey to the Mt. Pleasant Indian Industrial Boarding school, the walkers stopped by the Isabella County Courthouse to hear remarks by non-Indian elected officials who voiced their support for an apology. Even though they were well intentioned, many of the words seemed to come out flat and rehearsed as I heard them.

On the grounds of the Mt. Pleasant Indian Industrial Boarding School, we were greeted by the thunderous sounds of drum and singing as we walked into the tent. The crowd suddenly swelled to some 600 because we were joined by those who could not physically make the five mile walk.

As I looked around the crowd against the backdrop of the closed boarding scool, I mused I am proud to have been Ellen Whitepigeons grandson and I was glad I journeyed to Mt. Pleasant in her memory.

By Levi Rickert, my cousin, a tribal member of the Praire Band Potawatomi Nation. He is the former director of the North American Indian Center. And can be reached on Facebook.

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My grandmother also was sent to this same school, not by choice, not by desire, by force. I have heard the stories of this school and still live with the memories of a school I was never forced to attend. It was a long time ago, but the memories still exist to many, some are still alive.