The Oglala Sioux leader prophesized an economic, spiritual, and social renaissance among Native American youth. Now the Seventh Generation is here—and they’re determined to live up to the legend.
Jacob
Rosales and Araceli Spotted Thunder are known for their academic
achievements at Red Cloud Indian School on the Pine Ridge Indian
Reservation in South Dakota. All photos by Kristina Barker.
“It’s not our fault,”
Jacob Rosales said. I had asked the recent high-school graduate what he
wants people to know about life on the reservation in Pine Ridge, South
Dakota. “There’s a liquor store right across from the border,” he
continued after a pause, pointing off into the distance. “Right over
there.”
The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is a striking
3,469-square-mile expanse of sprawling grasslands and craggy badlands
that sits in the southwest corner of South Dakota, touching Nebraska’s
northern edge. Traversing the reservation by car, along its rugged
matrix of two-lane highways and unmarked roads, reveals just how vast it
is.
Park the car and wander around the softly bustling
community hub of Pine Ridge town, and it’s clear there’s also a lot
going on beyond the bluffs and tree groves and decaying trailer homes.
There are the men in braids and jeans waving at each other from across
the street, there are the teen girls drinking frappés at the colorful
Christian coffee shop, and there are the “rez dogs”
scouring piles of trash. There are also the young people, like Rosales,
who are on a mission to make the world understand that it’s not their
fault that this reservation—home to an estimated 20,000 Oglala Lakota Nation members—is one of the poorest, and most underdeveloped, places in the country.
Pine Ridge doesn’t get much national attention except
when the news is sad. Unemployment and gang violence are rampant. The
life expectancy for men is just 48. A youth-suicide epidemic has plagued the reservation in recent years, with a cluster of nearly 200 teens
killing or attempting to kill themselves in the span of a few months
starting in late 2014. And even though Pine Ridge remains a “dry” reservation, alcoholism is widespread; until recently,
residents could, as Rosales pointed out, easily drive just a few miles
south into Whiteclay, Nebraska, to buy booze. Mary Frances Berry, the
former chairwoman of the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights, once remarked, “Whiteclay can be said to exist only to sell beer to the Oglala Lakota.”
Signs mark the entrance of the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.
When Rosales spoke about culpability, he was referring
to both present-day realities—the liquor stores in Whiteclay, for
example—and historical ones: the legacy of centuries of oppression at
the hands of European settlers and their ancestors. It’s not our fault that one-third of us drop out of school. That we participate in the labor force at a lower rate than any other racial group. That our men are incarcerated at four times the rate of their white peers.
Those realities help explain why, as Rosales explained,
“it’s kind of unheard of for Native kids to go far and be successful.”
But it’s becoming less unheard of, and that’s largely
because of students like Rosales who see educational attainment as key
to reclaiming Native identity and culture. He is spending the summer in
the Washington, D.C., area for an internship at the National Institutes
of Health, after which he’ll be heading up north to start college at
Yale University. Rosales has long been on a mission to attend a
prestigious university, but if he hadn’t gotten in to Yale, he had
plenty of backups: He was accepted to six other Ivy League schools.
Rosales, who plans on going to medical school after
college and eventually working as a primary-care doctor on the
reservation, is in many ways the poster child of what students at his
alma mater, Red Cloud Indian School,
can achieve despite growing up in one of the most destitute places in
the country. A Jesuit K-12 institution at the end of a pine-tree-lined
driveway in the town of Pine Ridge, Red Cloud boasts an ever-growing roster of alumni who are leaders in fields ranging from medicine to the arts and a network of faculty members with elite-college degrees. Red Cloud also has a record-high 72 Gates Millennium Scholars, more than any other school its size in the nation.
Yet Red Cloud isn’t just some prep school that hones
promising Pine Ridge kids for post- and off-reservation success at the
expense of their Native identity and community—at least it doesn’t try
to be. Many of its educators and staff are themselves alumni of the
school, people who left for a few years and then returned to give back.
At Red Cloud’s high school, students must take four years of
Lakota-language classes in order to graduate—on top of
“spiritual-formation” courses that incorporate Catholicism and Lakota
spirituality—and they can choose from a menu of culturally relevant
electives, including ethnobotany and Native American literature.
College and after-school-club posters line the halls, as do signs with
inspirational quotes in both Lakota and English from Oglala Sioux
leaders and the Pope. Its campus houses a Heritage Center, which includes an art gallery and a gift shop that features work by Lakota artisans.
The atmosphere primes Red Cloud’s students to be both
community prodigies and the young leaders of an indigenous renaissance
of sorts: The reservation’s young people are driving a new wave of activism,
like that seen in opposition to the Dakota Access Pipeline. It’s a
subtle yet intense movement that promises to define the future of Pine
Ridge. After all, roughly half its population is under 25.
“We are part of the Seventh Generation ... prophesied to
be the generation that creates those individuals that will spearhead
the economic, spiritual, and social renewal,” Rosales said. The tall,
slim 19-year-old sported a sharp haircut, Nike skate shoes,
khaki-colored jeans, and a thick, crew-neck sweater when we spoke.
Rosales was referring to a prophecy made by the Oglala Sioux leader
Crazy Horse, who shortly before his death in the late 1800s predicted
that a cultural renaissance was afoot. “We are going to be that group of
people that makes that prophecy come true,” Rosales said. “Red Cloud is
helping us to do that.”
Rosales at Red Cloud Indian School.
But for youth on Pine Ridge, life—and the educational
opportunities that shape it—is not confined to a single narrative.
Rosales, who grew up visiting his mother’s hometown in Germany every
summer, is somewhat of an anomaly even for Red Cloud’s standards. The
day-to-day experiences on this immense South Dakota reservation both
confirm and challenge stereotypes, complicating pervasive assumptions
about the educational needs of Native Americans—and of rural Americans
more generally.
***
As a private school, Red Cloud requires families to opt in—to
be proactive about their kids’ education and literally invest in it by
paying nominal tuition. The return on investment is huge: Just over 95
percent of this year’s graduating Red Cloud seniors are headed off to
college in the fall, compared with roughly 70 percent
of recent high-school graduates nationally. But Red Cloud, which is
funded mostly by private donations, is different from most private
schools in that it serves a population that’s almost universally
poor—all but two members of the most recent senior class are eligible
for Pell grants. Well over half of the kids enrolled at Red Cloud lack
internet access at home, and the school prohibits teachers from
assigning homework that requires a computer. Tuition costs a mere $100 a
year. Families with more than one child enrolled pay an annual maximum
of $200.
Araceli Spotted Thunder moved here from Oklahoma City
when she was 13 precisely so she could attend Red Cloud. Neither of her
parents graduated from high school and they wanted more for their
daughter. For Spotted Thunder’s mom, whose family was originally from
Pine Ridge, the school’s reputation and close-to-nothing price tag were
enough to convince her that this is where her bright and promising child
needed to be. Now a graduate of Red Cloud, Spotted Thunder—who has
straight black hair, glasses, and a magnetic smile—will be driving 600
miles northeast in the fall of 2017 to major in sociology at Minnesota
State University. “It’s scary thinking I’m going to be the first to be
going to college,” she said. “But I’m also really excited about it.”
Inside Pine Ridge High School and Red Cloud Indian School.
Yet Spotted Thunder’s trajectory toward college has been
far less linear than that of Rosales, and not only because she’ll be a
first-generation college student.
“Throughout my entire 17 years, I was told that I wasn’t
going to be going to college, [that] I wasn’t going to do anything
because I was going to end up like my parents, who were both
alcoholics,” said Spotted Thunder, who’s now 18. Unfortunately, it was a
message she started to believe. A few years ago, she hit a tipping
point and attempted suicide. After taking a short break from school to
recover from the incident, Spotted Thunder, at the encouragement of her
English teacher, decided to join the poetry-slam team. She had never
been part of a group that allowed her to express her feelings so
viscerally and honestly. “Having these options that I didn’t really look
at beforehand was really eye-opening,” she said. Since then, the
poetry-slam community has served as somewhat of a lifeline for her: “It
got me thinking that I need to not fall back into that rhythm that I was
in before, to start looking at the brighter side of things, which I
have, and it’s helped a lot.”
Spotted Thunder’s complicated relationship with her mom
has also pushed her. “I didn’t really think I was going to college until
last year,” she said, her voice wavering as tears started to set in.
“The summer before junior year ... my mom was, of course, drinking one
night, and she told me that I can’t end up like her. And so that really
sparked a big thing in me to want to do better.”
For Spotted Thunder, staying on the path to college
required far more than ambition and exposure to a college-going
culture—it required an outlet, a place to reflect on things, cope with
hardship, and boost her self-esteem. It also required confronting the
generational poverty, trauma, and cultural disconnection that forced her
mother and so many other Natives into addiction. She had to really
commit to breaking those cycles.
When I asked Spotted Thunder the same question I posed to Rosales—What do you want outsiders to know about Pine Ridge?—her
response was almost identical. “It’s not that nobody wants to help
themselves; it’s just that they don’t have that help in order to go
about that,” she said. “I would just want to say that it’s not entirely
our fault.”
***
Just a small percentage
of Pine Ridge’s youth end up at Red Cloud, of course; the rest are
scattered across the extensive reservation’s ecosystem of educational
settings. In addition to the private schools, there are the tribal-grant
schools, which are overseen by a local governing board. There are the
county schools, which fall under the state’s jurisdiction. There are the
Bureau of Indian Education schools, which are federally funded and
often federally operated.
Deanna Mousseau recently graduated from Pine Ridge
School—one of the reservation’s Bureau of Indian Education schools,
located five miles south of Red Cloud.
Mousseau was working on an assignment for her
Native-studies class—using colored pencils to shade in a map of
different indigenous populations “before the white people came”—when I
approached her in the campus’s small, sunlit library to see if she
wanted to chat. Pushing her backpack aside to clear the table, she
shrugged. “Sure,” she said without making direct eye contact. With a
slight smirk and black bangs nearly covering her eyes, the 18-year-old
explained that she only recently moved to Pine Ridge from Pierre and had
spent nearly her entire life in the foster-care system.
Pine Ridge is her fourth, and favorite, high school. But
if she had been able to choose, she would have skipped high school and
gone straight to college. “High school has been really stressful for me,
so I’m ready to move on,” Mousseau said, noting she had a “horrible”
attendance record and rarely did any homework. “I went through a really
bad experience in my life, and it makes me really anxious,” she told me.
She alluded to growing up too fast but didn’t elaborate. “So sometimes,
I just take breaks. Sometimes maybe too long. Maybe it’s just me being
lazy.”
Mousseau’s classroom experiences didn’t play much of a
role in inspiring her to come up with a postsecondary plan; she told me
she found support and encouragement from other places. From her
difficult childhood experiences. From her involvement in social-justice
volunteer work. From her boyfriend, who, she noted, was one of Red
Cloud’s Gates scholars.
Despite a spotty academic record, when I spoke with
Mousseau, all she could talk about was college and beyond. At first, she
told me, “I was seeing myself, like, way out of state—like, as far as I
can go.” But then she lost her grandparents, home, and belongings in a
propane explosion last fall, and her plans were thrown off track. “I had
to kind of start over, so now I think I just need to regroup and make
sure I’m stable enough to go live in a place where I have no resources
and no network of people.” She’s going to Black Hills State University, a
two-and-a-half-hour drive northwest of the reservation close to the
Wyoming border, for a year or so before transferring to an out-of-state
school. It’s all part of Mousseau’s “weird, long eight-year plan,” a
detailed blueprint that involves her pursuing a Ph.D. and working as a
child psychologist. She’d like to incorporate Lakota traditions into her
psychology practice and travel to various reservations to work with
Native youth. “I plan to do everything different in college,” she
recently told me, noting that she has already secured grants to help pay
for tuition, and “I have already enrolled myself in some programs that
will help keep me on target.”
Mousseau.
That post-high-school ambition is matched only by her
passion for social justice. Mousseau is on the youth advisory board of a
group called the Encampment,
which encourages youth activism and brings members together to engage
in community service and workshops, among other activities. Mousseau’s
involvement with the Encampment even brought her to Mississippi for six
weeks to help residents on the Choctaw Indian Reservation with their
powwows and ceremonies.
“I think there’s this new atmosphere, this new
optimistic thing for Native youth,” Mousseau said. “I don’t know what it
is exactly—there’s just something where we’re changing, we’re starting
to realize the mistakes of our parents and our grandparents.” It’s not our fault. “We don’t have to live like this.”
***
Pine Ridge, like so many other
Native American reservations in the United States, bears the scars of a
history defined by discrimination and injustice and abuse. “Since the
white man first trespassed on these lands known as He’ Sapa
[Black Hills], there has been an open season on the lives of the Lakota
people,” explained Tim Giago, an Oglala Lakota journalist, in an op-ed for Native Sun News Today in early 2017. “Entire Lakota families were shot to death by the gold miners, trappers, and settlers that invaded their lands.”
The Wounded Knee massacre of 1890 is a particularly
macabre example of Pine Ridge’s tainted history. There, American troops
slaughtered at least 150 Sioux natives—roughly half of them women and
children. The carnage, which was instigated following a minor clash
between a Lakota and a member of the U.S. Army’s 7th Cavalry, was the last major confrontation
of the so-called American Indian War in the Great Plains region. The
year before the Wounded Knee massacre, the U.S. government confiscated millions of acres of the Sioux’s sacred He’ Sapa territory and assigned the Lakota to reservations.
It was more or less around the same time that, across
the country, the U.S. government started forcing Native Americans to
attend boarding schools to assimilate them to Eurocentric education and
cultural norms. A motto
attributed to Colonel Richard Henry Pratt embodies the philosophy
behind this practice: “Kill the Indian and save the man.” At these
boarding institutions, which were often run by Christian organizations,
students were prohibited from speaking their own languages and forced to
adopt European American customs. Children, many just a few years old,
were often forcibly removed from their parents; some never saw their
families again. Tens of thousands of Native students continued to enroll
in these schools through the latter half of the 20th century—students
who would become the parents and grandparents of today’s Native youth.
A roadside memorial on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.
This context—the massacre, the Eurocentric boarding
schools, the attempted annihilation of Lakota identity—underpinned the
conversation a couple of Lakota elders were having on a brisk, overcast
morning at the Lakota Prairie Ranch Resort,
a motel complex of single-story rooms located in the dusty town of
Kyle, South Dakota. The elders get together once a month to discuss the
state of education and related issues; my visit to the reservation
happened to coincide with their March meeting, so I asked Dayna Brave
Eagle, who oversees the Oglala Sioux tribal education agency, if I could
stop by.
Hardly noticing me as I tiptoed into their meeting
space—a room adjacent to the motel lobby whose walls were lined with
mounted deer, moose, and bison heads—the elders were eating breakfast at
plastic folding tables, chit-chatting about Lakota identity, and
trading jokes about white people’s confusion over Native American names.
The conversation eventually segued into one about
college-going culture on Pine Ridge—a discussion that made it clear that
for students like Mousseau, Spotted Thunder, and Rosales, the decisions
around where to go to, what to study, and even whether to go at all are
incredibly thorny. Pine Ridge has a complex relationship with the college-isn’t-for-everyone mantra,
because for so many generations its people had been told college wasn’t
for any of them. The local reality of unemployment and poverty—combined
with the fact that just 14 percent
of Native American adults have bachelor’s degrees or higher, a lower
rate than any other race in the United States—arguably makes college
attendance an even greater priority for youth on Pine Ridge than it is
for their peers elsewhere. But blindly pushing reservation youth toward
college, particularly when campuses are far away, can set them up for
failure. It can also mean depleting the reservation of human and social
capital.
“If anyone wants to go to college, there are
opportunities, and we will support them, but maybe they don’t want to
go,” Brave Eagle said. “Maybe it’s our
dream for them to all go. I’m starting to realize that not everybody’s
college-bound.” Maybe some are meant to enlist in the military instead,
she suggested, albeit skeptically. (Native Americans serve in the
military at a higher rate than any other ethnic group, according to some statistics,
and that has been the case since the American Revolution.) Maybe the
best option for others is to go straight into the workforce. The path
that isn’t advisable for anyone, though, is not having a
post-high-school plan: As of 2017, 41 percent of Pine Ridge youth ages
16 through 24 are neither employed nor in school—as compared with 25 percent of Native Americans in the same age range nationally and 10 percent of their white counterparts.
But things get tricky even when talking strictly about
the Pine Ridge youth who are college-bound. Should they stay on the
reservation and go to one of Oglala Lakota College’s nine campuses?
Should they go off the reservation to one of South Dakota’s state
universities? Should they leave the state altogether? The answer is
different for every student, of course, but it’s tinged with all kinds
of trade-offs.
Leaving the reservation for college often means more
than just moving elsewhere to get a degree—it can also mean landing in a
place where your ethnic and cultural identity is no longer baked into
the fabric of everyday life, a place where that identity is treated as
insignificant or exotic. College life often amounts to a culture shock
that can be especially overwhelming for a student who’s already one of
the very few people in her community to even consider college in the
first place. “We kind of laugh about it,” Brave Eagle said. “When you go
off [the reservation] and you’re hungry, you’re hungry … You’re just
gonna be hungry. If you stay on the reservation and go to [Oglala Lakota
College] and you’re hungry, you’ve got relatives. You can go to their
houses and eat, and you won’t be hungry.”
Of course, staying on the reservation has downsides,
too. “You get the peer pressure from others that aren’t in college with
you, just saying, ‘Ah, you don’t have to go to class. You don’t have to
do that. Let’s go do this,’” she said. “When you’re out there on your
own, you have no choice but to go and get it done.”
Then there is the battle of expectations. Every student
who leaves for college and doesn’t come back is just another drip down
the reservation’s brain drain. And every student who leaves and comes
back prematurely and never manages to return to school is just another
Native who failed to fulfill her higher-education goals.
“We lose too many of our kids because somebody from the
outside, with good intentions, based on their perspective and their
values for us” told them to go to college elsewhere, said John Haas, one
of the elders and a veteran educator. Such advice led two of Haas’s
daughters to the University of Iowa, both of whom lasted only a year
before coming back.
***
Programs like the American Indian College Fund’s Native Pathways to College
exist to provide Native students with advice and support that are
tailored to their unique needs and developed with these cultural
challenges in mind. Native Pathways sends coaches to high schools across
South Dakota, North Dakota, Washington, Montana, Wisconsin, and Alaska
to conduct workshops and provide one-on-one guidance. Perhaps most
importantly, the coaches rigorously engage with prospective
college-goers through social media and text messages to make sure
students are on track in the search process and confident in their
application choices. I accompanied Davida Delmar, the coach assigned to
Pine Ridge, as she visited schools across the reservation. She
consistently encouraged students to friend her on Facebook, to add her
on Snapchat, to take down her cell-phone number.
Indeed, while a big part of the College Fund’s work
involves helping Native students find a way to pay for college, the
Pathways program is dedicated largely to helping them find the best
postsecondary match. Stationed at a round table in Pine Ridge School’s
library and facing shelves of basketball trophies, Delmar encouraged
kids who trickled in between classes to apply for travel scholarships so
they could visit campuses before applying. Actually experiencing a
campus before attending is especially key for Native kids, explained
Delmar, a Navajo who went to Brown University as an undergraduate and
returned to her home state to pursue a graduate degree at Northern
Arizona University. She made it through her four years in Rhode Island,
she said, largely thanks to a core group of friends she made through her
university’s Native Americans at Brown student organization.
Delmar (right) helps Pine Ridge High School student Aisha Helper apply for college financial aid.
Lyle Jacobs, who graduated from Red Cloud in 2012 and
attended Duke University on a full-tuition scholarship, likewise
stressed the importance of finding peer groups. Speaking on an alumni
panel hosted by Red Cloud one afternoon, he admitted to an audience of
high-schoolers that he was close to dropping out his entire first
semester. “I go from living on the rez for 18 years to I don’t know
anything,” he said. “I went from being one of the top students here to
[a place where] everyone took 15 A.P. classes in high school … Everyone
sounded so smart. I wanted to go home.” But he eventually realized those
were just growing pains: “After the first three months, by November, I
had a bunch of friends. I had stuff I was doing; I joined clubs and
stuff. And Duke was the best four years of my life after that.”
Being a person of color at a predominantly white college
can be overwhelming, and that feeling of isolation can become
unbearable when that person is a Native who has spent her entire life in
a place where her cultural identity is integrated into every
institution. From Red Cloud to Pine Ridge School, students and
counselors and teachers cited homesickness as one of the biggest
obstacles to postsecondary attainment for reservation youth. Nakina
Mills, the director of advancement and alumni support at Red Cloud, has
witnessed too many students go off to college with big dreams only to
return to the reservation months later overwhelmed with a sense of
detachment from those dreams.
Mills spends much of her time striving to prevent that
from happening—ensuring students not only end up at a college that’s a
right fit for them but also persist once they’re there. Which is why, on
top of helping kids figure out the financial picture, Mills tries to
ensure everyone has a post-high-school plan that’s tailored to their
needs. Does the school offer supports for Native students? Is the school
too far away? Too close? Is the campus diverse enough? Is college even
the appropriate next step? (She doesn’t make that concession often, but
it happens.) The warm, no-nonsense 37-year-old constantly quoted current
and former Red Cloud students, citing a litany of hypotheticals that
can make or break a Native’s chance of success after high school.
For example, sitting across from me at a table in the
principal’s office at Red Cloud, Mills recalled a former student who had
just finished his first semester at a small, liberal-arts college in
Pennsylvania. After returning to campus from Pine Ridge following his
first winter break, the student told Mills that he wasn’t fitting in at
college, that he wanted to come home. “I was trying to get him support …
to try and get him to just wait,” she said. “I told him: ‘This is part
of the process. You’re homesick. This is gonna happen every time you get
back to school. You just gotta get out, get involved, do things.’ Blah,
blah, blah.” Mills even connected the student with someone on campus
who took him out to dinner. “Come to find out, his mom ended up buying a
plane ticket home for him that weekend,” she said, “so he withdrew.”
The student was one of the few high-school seniors Mills
didn’t have a one-on-one conversation with the previous year.
Charles Cuny Jr., the superintendent of Little Wound, a
tribal-grant school in Kyle, agreed that whether or not a student stays
on track with their postsecondary plan—be it in college, the military,
or the workplace—is just as important as whether or not she had a plan
to begin with.
Cuny stands in a hallway at Little Wound High School in Kyle on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.
Far too often, where Native students are at socially and
emotionally is not where they should be. According to Cuny, that’s
largely because schools lack the resources to adequately equip kids with
the skills they need to persist once they’re no longer engulfed by the
safety net that is high school on the reservation. “Schools—their
primary responsibility is education, but particularly in circumstances
like this, teachers are also tasked with being counselors and social
workers and nurses,” Cuny said. “This mental-health element, it’s not
separate from this question about college attainment, and college
retention, because you can’t improve their educational-achievement
levels without addressing first their mental health and their
well-being.”
After all, even when students do have support from
people like Mills and Delmar and Cuny, getting through college is a
daunting task. At the Red Cloud alumni panel, one of the students was
candid about how tough her experience at an Ivy League school has been
and how eager she is to finish. Her sophomore year was particularly bad,
she noted, as she was in and out of the hospital on suicide watch. Life
hasn’t gotten much easier: She doesn’t have many friends, and the few
she does have are her middle-aged coworkers at her campus job.
“It’s really difficult because I get homesick a lot ...
I’m 1,800 miles away from home,” she said. “I mean, occasionally I get
good grades and I think I bounce back, but on my most recent midterm I
got a 39.5 [percent] … My professor emailed me, and she emailed my dean,
and it made me mad. I was like, Why can’t you just leave me alone? I know what kind of grade I got, but it’s hard because I don’t care. I’m just trying to graduate.”
***
In part because of how strapped it is for resources, and because of how deeply entrenched historical trauma
is in the lives of those on Pine Ridge, the reservation’s education
system often fails to give its youth the variety of opportunities that
it gave to people like Rosales and Spotted Thunder. Official high-school
graduation statistics for Pine Ridge are hard to come by, but one
official estimated that, as of 2017, for every 100 children who enter
kindergarten, just 30 will get their high-school diplomas. Native youth,
in general, have the lowest high-school graduation rate of students
across all schools, and the graduation rate for Native Americans in
South Dakota is roughly 50 percent.
Finding a decent-paying job can be challenging even for the small
percentage of kids who do manage to get their high-school degrees. The
limited support students get in school and the limited employment
options they have outside of school help explain why poverty and drug
and alcohol abuse are so widespread in Pine Ridge.
Thunder Valley Community Development Corporation, a
local nonprofit, strives to fill in the gaps for these non-college-bound
young people and to empower Lakota families with a grassroots approach. Working in seven core themes, from language revival to food sovereignty, Thunder Valley steps in where, and when, schools fall short. Its slogan: “Native youth on the move.”
One of Thunder Valley’s programs focuses on workforce
development by engaging young adults ages 18 through 26, many of whom
dropped out of high school, in construction. They’re in charge of
building a housing development with energy-efficient townhomes and
rentals that could eventually serve as many as 900 people. But the
10-month program involves much more than a vocational-training course:
Built into the model is an emphasis on social-emotional health and
cultural revitalization, with activities such as trauma-sensitive yoga
and equine therapy complementing the workforce-development projects.
Trainees with the Thunder Valley Community Development Corporation.
“We really try to arm them with not just construction
skills, but [also] coping skills,” Andrew Iron Shell, Thunder Valley’s
community-engagement coordinator, told me as he showed me around the
construction site in the town of Porcupine one blustery morning. “Yeah,
it’s nice we’re going to have a physical structure, but the process is
way more powerful … That just gives people something to hang on to.
There are not a lot of success stories that people here see every day.”
Off in the distance sat several unfinished two-story houses, blue tarps
blowing in and out of the holes that would soon become doors and
windows. The slap of the sheets was met by the sounds of tractors and
hammers; a few trainees were lifting wooden pillars into one of the
homes.
The workforce-development program has swelled in
popularity over the years: For this class of participants, according to
Iron Shell, it received more than 100 applications for its 15 spots.
Perhaps that is in part because it’s a paying gig—participants get paid
$6.25 an hour plus bonuses. But the demand can also be explained by one
of the program’s core goals: to not only give students job-training, but
also to give them the confidence and financial savvy to become
homeowners themselves.
“They come in with a deer-in-the-headlights look because
a lot of them—maybe it’s their first job or they grew up not seeing
people get up and go to work—don’t really understand the work culture,”
Iron Shell said, pointing out his favorite highlights as we toured the
lot—the chicken coop, the greenhouse, the bright mural of two Lakota
children surrounded by dragonflies. “My sales pitch to the community is
that the young men and the young women building these houses could
technically buy one of these houses.”
That morning had started as it always does, with the
students and trainers standing around tables arranged in a rectangle in a
dusty room in Thunder Valley’s trailer complex. After a sage-smudging
ceremony, the participants proceeded to go around the table and say what
they were thankful for that day. Almost everyone said they were
grateful to be there.
A mural at a Thunder Valley workforce-development site.
***
Earlier this year, just
before I traveled to Pine Ridge, I spoke with a man named David
Espinoza. Espinoza is a Lakota Indian who was born and raised on the
Rosebud Reservation, which sits just east of Pine Ridge, and who
cofounded a group called Boys With Braids that promotes cultural pride in Native youth.
“This cultural shame, it was a tool designed to
dehumanize us,” he told me, “to basically just destroy our idealism, the
foundation of who we are as people.” He spoke of the “intergenerational
trauma” that has permeated reservations over the centuries—of his
mother who abandoned him when he was 15, of his time spent in federal
prison, of all the Lakota people who end up lost or in trouble because
they don’t know how to deal with the stress that’s ingrained in them.
“We’re operating out of pain,” he said. It’s not our fault.
Young Natives today are starting to peel back the layers
of that trauma and confront it in a meaningful way, largely through the
pride that education is helping them cultivate.
“[Crazy Horse] said, after that seventh generation …
there will be a regeneration and a regrowth and a remembering within our
people of who they are, and we’ll start coming back,” Espinoza said.
“We’ll start coming back and coming to fruition. It’s happening.”
Alia Wong is a staff writer at The Atlantic, where she covers education and families.
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