Milks Camp

02/20/2026

With International Criminal Court - ICC – I just got recognized as one of their top fans! 🎉

02/07/2026

Every one of them cowardly ass agents are violating their own every single time they bust a car window or kick in a door.

01/23/2026

"It is a mistake to suppose that Sitting Bull, or any other Indian warrior, was of a murderous disposition. It is true that savage warfare had grown more and more harsh and cruel since the coming of white traders among them, bringing guns, knives, and whisky... It was the degree of risk which brought honor, rather than the number slain, and a brave must mourn thirty days, with blackened face and loosened hair, for the enemy whose life he had taken. While the spoils of war were allowed, this did not extend to territorial aggrandizement, nor was there any wish to overthrow another nation and enslave its people. It was a point of honor in the old days to treat a captive with kindness. The common impression that the Indian is naturally cruel and revengeful is entirely opposed to his philosophy and training."

Ohiyesa (Charles Alexander Eastman) - Dakota

01/09/2026

"Fox Lodge: The Fox Lodge was organized by the Fox Dreamer. This lodge is one of the most important as well as one of the oldest among the Lakotas and was founded in times so remote that its history is now kept only in legend. Order and harmony are the basis of the Fox Lodge and the ritual shows that even in the early and formative days of their social organization the People strove to conduct their human associations with a minimum of force.
This lodge, formed so long ago for the purpose of assisting large numbers of people to work and play together in peace, is the only body in Lakota society that bears semblance to the complicated law institution of today's society. The group of men known as Fox men have been, for time unknown, the peacekeepers for all Lakota gatherings--hunts, migrations, or ceremonies--and at my last residence on the reservation, they were functioning in the same way."

Luther Standing Bear - Lakota

12/21/2025

for and the goddamn world does nothing

Israel's government is dominated by far-right proponents of the settler movement, and an expansion push has been compounded by a surge of attacks against Palestinians.

11/21/2025

"Only when we saw them building roads through our land, wagons at first, and then the railroad, when we watched them building forts, killing off all the game, committing buffalo genocide, and we saw them ripping up our Black Hills for gold, our sacred Paha Sapa, the home of the wakinyan, the thunderbirds, only then did we realize what they wanted was our land. Then we began to fight. For our earth. For our children. That started what the whites call the Great Indian Wars of the West. I call it the Great Indian Holocaust."

Leonard Crow Dog and Richard Erdoes, “Crow Dog.”

11/14/2025

Yet another milkman has hit the travel well

Orville Dean Milk
"Tahca Huste"
April 13, 1955 ~ November 8, 2025

Orville Dean Milk was born on April 13, 1955 at home in Wanblee, SD to Jasper Milk and Bernice (Let Them Have Enough) Milk. Orville made his journey to the Spirit World on November 8, 2025 at his home in Corn Creek, SD.

Orville is survived by his children, Sami R. Asanpi, Samone D. Milk, Akisa Milk, Sommer D. Milk, Franklin D. Milk, Samuel Royce Milk, Jr., Kyle B.Thompson, and Natasha Ironwing; spouse, Theresa Milk; brothers, Duane Milk and Curtis Milk; grandchildren, Antwaan Cottier, DeAndre Cottier, Chucky Cottier, Kianna Milk, Bella Asanpi, Rosalie Asanpi, Damon Milk, Nova Milk, Esmeralda Milk, Aidan Milk, Bineshiinh Milk, Kili Asanpi, Kota Asanpi, Reilly (Milk) Bear Robe, Gabriella Milk, Keilani Standing Bear, Layla Kay Means, Leah Standing Bear, Lisa Two Eagle, Kolton Reid Cummings; and many beloved great grandchildren, nieces & nephews.

Orville was preceded in death by his parents, Jasper and Bernice (Let Them Have Enough) Milk; grandfather, John Fire Lame Deer; brothers, Samuel Royce Milk, Sr., Irving George Milk, Rupert Pate, & Lance Burr; special friend, Mabel Eagle Heart; son, Tahca Mahpiya Takiya Milk; grandchildren, Nevaeh Milk-Cottier, Caitlin Milk, Stormy Milk, Charlie Whistler, Julia Wilcox, and Gladys Bettelyoun.

Pallbearers will be Akisa Milk, Samuel Royce Milk, Jr., Kyle Thompson, Terry Romero, Wiconi Milk, Antwaan Cottier, DeAndre Cottier, and Chuckie D. Cottier.

Honorary pallbearers will be Bertha Conroy, Joe Richards, Sr., Joe Richards, Jr., Alan Martin, Keith & George Abrams, Steve “Robbo” Robbinson, Jude Pate, Colin Pate, Benjamin Franklin, Atah Jack, Justin Poor Bear, Todd Randall, Doyle Bettelyoun, Rodney Bad Hand, Boy Winters, Mary Poor Thunder & Family, Precious Dreamer, Zaniya Red Bear, Veronica Black Crow, Florine Conquering Bear & Kids, Peggy Garcia, Vine Black Feather, Sr. & Family, Cherilyn Black Feather & Family, Alysa DeCory, Bettelyoun Tiwahe, Richards Tiwahe, Conroy Tiwahe, Ruff Tiwahe, Poor Bear Tiwahe, Dull Knife Tiwahe, Moves Camp Tiwahe, Whistler Tiwahe, Eagle Bear Tiwahe, High Horse Tiwahe, Cuny Tiwahe, C**n Tiwahe, Red Elk Tiwahe, Yellow Elk Tiwahe, Stevi Claussen & Crew, LaCreek Electric Crew, all friends & relatives and anyone we may have forgotten.

Wake Services: Two night wake service starting at 3:00 PM, Sunday, November 16, 2025 at the TNT Building in Wanblee, SD with evening services starting at 7:00 PM each night and Military Roll Call starting after services on Monday, November 17, 2025.
Funeral Services: 10:00 AM, Tuesday, November 18, 2025 at the TNT Building in Wanblee, SD
Traditional Lakota Services: Russell Eagle Bear
Burial Services: 2:30 PM, Tuesday, November 18, 2025 at the Black Hills National Cemetery in Sturgis, SD

Arrangements entrusted with the Sioux Funeral Home of Pine Ridge, SD

10/20/2025

"Simplicity and directness marked Lakota social manners as it did religious behavior. It was not polite to 'put on airs' nor to ape another tribe in speech, dress or manner."

Luther Standing Bear - Lakota

09/10/2025

"Again it was hazy autumn weather, and at last we were going back there. I had lived for this time and yet I was very sad as I hurried to the little hill where we laid my son away some years ago. Under the scaffold, now a total wreck, with the supporting posts leaning at various slants and the platform all apart, his poor bleached bones lay scattered. I gathered them up tenderly and wrapped them in a handsome calf skin I had prepared and decorated for this purpose, and buried them deep in the earth. And I wept as I told him, "Son, you see that I am doing what I promised you I would do." For that was what I said to him when he laid dead in our tipi. I promised him that if I lived to return, I would take care of his bones."

A story from an old Teton woman

08/26/2025

"Force, no matter how concealed begets resistance."

Luther Standing Bear - Lakota

08/24/2025

“For some time he held out, but the rapid disappearance of the buffalo, their only means of support, probably weighed with him more than any other influence. In July, 1877, he was finally prevailed upon to come in to Fort Robinson, Nebraska, with several thousand Indians...on the distinct understanding that the government would hear and adjust their grievances.
At this juncture General Crook proclaimed Spotted Tail, who had rendered much valuable service to the army, head chief of the Sioux, which was resented by many. The attention paid Crazy Horse was offensive to Spotted Tail and the Indian scouts, who planned a conspiracy against him. They reported to General Crook that the young chief would murder him at the next council, and stampede the Sioux into another war. He was urged not to attend the council and did not, but sent another officer to represent him. Meanwhile the friends of Crazy Horse discovered the plot and told him of it. His reply was, “Only cowards are murderers.”
His wife was critically ill at the time, and he decided to take her to her parents at Spotted Tail agency, whereupon his enemies circulated the story that he had fled, and a party of scouts was sent after him. They overtook him riding with his wife and one other but did not undertake to arrest him, and after he had left the sick woman with her people he went to call on Captain Lea, the agent for the Brules, accompanied by all the warriors of the Minneconwoju band. This volunteer es**rt made an imposing appearance on horseback, shouting and singing, and in the words of Captain Lea himself and the missionary, the Reverend Mr. Cleveland, the situation was extremely critical. Indeed, the scouts who had followed Crazy Horse from Red Cloud agency were advised not to show themselves, as some of the warriors had urged that they be taken out and horsewhipped publicly.
Under these circumstances Crazy Horse again showed his masterful spirit by holding these young men in check. He said to them in his quiet way: “It is well to be brave in the field of battle; it is cowardly to display bravery against one’s own tribesmen. These scouts have been compelled to do what they did; they are no better than servants of the white officers. I came here on a peaceful errand.”
The captain urged him to report at army headquarters to explain himself and correct false rumors, and on his giving consent, furnished him with a wagon and es**rt... He went of his own accord, either suspecting no treachery or determined to defy it.
When he reached the military camp, Little Big Man walked arm-in-arm with him, and his cousin and friend, Touch-the-Cloud, was just in advance. After they passed the sentinel, an officer approached them and walked on his other side. He was unarmed but for the knife which is carried for ordinary uses by women as well as men. Unsuspectingly he walked toward the guardhouse, when Touch-the-Cloud suddenly turned back exclaiming: “Cousin, they will put you in prison!”
“Another white man’s trick! Let me go! Let me die fighting!” cried Crazy Horse. He stopped and tried to free himself and draw his knife, but both arms were held fast by Little Big Man and the officer. While he struggled thus, a soldier thrust him through with his bayonet from behind. The wound was mortal, and he died in the course of that night, his old father singing the death song over him and afterward carrying away the body, which they said must not be further polluted by the touch of a white man. They hid it somewhere in the Bad Lands, his resting place to this day.
Thus died one of the ablest and truest American Indians. His life was ideal; his record clean. He was never involved in any of the numerous massacres on the trail, but was a leader in practically every open fight. Such characters as those of Crazy Horse and Chief Joseph are not easily found among so-called civilized people. The reputation of great men is apt to be shadowed by questionable motives and policies, but here are two pure patriots, as worthy of honor as any who ever breathed God’s air in the wide spaces of a new world."

Charles A. Eastman in Indian Heros and Great Chieftains, 1919