Stephanie Nelson
Unseen and unknown
On a reservation in South Dakota, clues point to submerged lands and generations of broken promises made to the Lakota people
On my drive to meet up with the Brattleboro Area Interfaith Youth Group, I stopped when I reached the Missouri River, the eastern boundary of the Cheyenne River Reservation. I pulled into a park to picnic and gather myself for the big unknown week ahead.
I had a professor in college who would say, “You see what you know.” That evening I saw a beautiful expanse of water reflecting the sunset with the greens and yellows of the prairie hills rising up from the shores.