History Repeats In Dakota Territory

In my early teens (late 60's) I remember it all began in my mind Dad was driving us into downtown Minneapolis for church I think, up ahead, a block or so, the bob-lights on top of 2 cop cars was twirlin' and speakers were loopin' that open-sore noise then it went silent but what caught our eyes was, the 2 cops were standing over a Native American sleeping against a wall, they picked him up, all limp arms and legs and chucked him into the open trunk of their squad car like they were swinging gunnysacks of taters dad was the first to say something as we passed by when the light changed "the Indians got it rough here in town, jimmy, gotta help 'im when you can, son" 50 yrs ago... little has changed, Dakota Oil injustice, now near me puppet heads allowing pipelines to disgrace sacred Treaty Lands. People gonna rise-up again, and get water-blasted off their feet & stuck with them stingin' dam electric stun-frizzle wires like we were some kinda human chimera that needs to be extinguished. dads been gone 12 yrs now "gotta help 'im when you can, son" ...gotta help 'im when I can July '18 Minneapolis