We got there late. This Native-American elder was explaining that every fiber of the Sioux nation's being was being threatened by the Dakota Access Pipe Line (DAPL). She was calling for every being who drinks water to take a stand against the oil industry deals that are making it happen.



There were many people there with signs, the gist of which I took to be "water is life, protect it." DAPL is going to cross the path of the Missouri river, up in the tributary areas where the Lakota Reservation straddles it. It's not just the Sioux water we're talking about. It's clean water for more than half of flyover country.

     

Hartman is a Wampanoag (sorry if I spelled it wrong). That was the first people to have dealings with the white man. He apologized for giving them Thanksgiving, which helped them through their first winter.

Paul George from the Peninsula Peace and Justice Center said that he was proud to share news of this event with his email list. He invited everyone that wasn't already on his email list to sign up before they left.

  

     

The next speaker was a member of the Palo Alto City Council. He thanked us all for coming out on this beautiful afternoon. He said the City Council is looking into divesting their money from Wells Fargo Bank. DAPL is bad, but slamming customers with fee sucking accounts is bad enough to make the city do work on the topic.

The guy in the stocking cap is one of the people that turned the valves on the pipeline that brings oil from Canadian Tar Sands into the USA. He talked about stopping a fifth of the oil flowing south with four friends. I gather he's facing significant legal problems, but he's glad he did it.

        

Mel explained that now we are going to march on the banks behind DAPL. Then she handed the mike off to Bob, who went through some of the chants we'd be doing, "DEFUND DAPL", "WATER IS LIFE", "KEEP THE OIL IN THE SOIL".

           



Then we started marching. First destination, Citibank.

        



  
  
     

  

There was supposed to be a green sign with "Citibank" at the top the the number of dollars they are putting up, but whomever was carrying it had some sort of "minor technical difficulty". Oh well. We had some speakers about problems the oil pipelines are causing in Indian Country.

           

        

In the background a woman from the Sioux Reservation was talking about all the problems the "man camps" bring in. It seems that they are filled with guys who have money from the oil drilling and pipeline building operations. They are spending it on drugs and prostitutes, luring the young women with their money to do the things guys like to do. It's a disaster for their local community.

        

           

     

For years I've told someone else "We need a revolution where the pun is mightier than the gun" when the opportunity presented itself. My belief is that it's a key part of healing our ethnic politics. Consider Sioux. All you have to do is listen to Johnny Cash's "Boy Named Sue" to realize something about how tough that name is. Going around to the banks with the Native-American drums and the screaming wailing songs in the background is not doing violence to their property. Those boardroom types are not going to see us in court, the way they would if we sued them. (Maybe it will happen, but that's not my department.) Then there are all those women who go by the name Sue. They're welcome to their own opinions about what the name means. It's just a coincidence that my father once told me he was a quarter Sioux. Right?!

        

This speaker was from the Dakota Law Project. They had been founded to keep the BIA from stealing Indian babies to put up for adoption. Now that the pipeline project is a big issue for the community they are fighting it in court.



This was the last picture I took before my camera died. We'd just marched down to Comerica Bank. Virginia took some pictures with her camera phone after that.

     



        



The march ended where it started, on the plaza in front of Palo Alto City Hall.