Indians of North America -- Washington (State); Yakama Indians -- Government relations
Mrs. James' deed was filed for record June 29, 1920. Her "friend" lost
no time in his offer of financial assistance (?). Nasty intrigue. Mr. H.
M. Gilbert is President of the Central Bank of Toppenish.
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"Let the white man get all the water he can in this life, for he is
going where it is awfully hot and dry."--=Louis Mann= in =The Continued
Crime Against The Yakimas=.
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"Water is Life. =Tahoma=, the =Big White Mountain! the= source of water.
When I die, the Earth will take care of my body."
=Chief Sluskin=, the Yakima.
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WATCHMAN, WHAT OF THE NIGHT?
Hon. Cato Sells recently visited the Yakima Indian Reservation
ostensibly in the interest of the Indian, but so far as can be learned
no Indian was consulted, no tribesman invited to council, none permitted
to air their many just grievances. None knew of his coming and but few
learned of his going, and this, through a few friendly whites. Perhaps
the Commissioner had not the time to devote to his Red Wards. Banquets
with officials and speculators in Indian lands could not be foregone. In
Toppenish a few of the Yakimas were informed of the stranger's personnel
as he and his "escorts," or "body guard," as one observer commented,
stepped into the Agency car and was whirled away. One of the tribesmen
exclaimed:
"What does this mean? Why does our Commissioner do this thing? I
thought he was =our= commissioner, to look after =us=. What is he
here for? What is he doing? I know some of those men with him. I
know who they are, what they are doing to the Injuns. We want to
tell Mr. Sells something about how we are treated, how we are
robbed, but Mr. Carr keeps him from us. Why is this? What is
wrong with Mr. Sells."
Let Mr. Cato Sells explain his course to this untutored Yakima.
There is "something rotten in Denmark" when an Indian who has a thousand
dollars due him at the Agency is compelled to borrow fifty dollars with
which to purchase grain sacks before he can thrash his wheat crop.
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Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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