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Boxers gain experience Mills taiks to Indian youth
The W arm Springs Boxing in the past because of the respon­
Club team has had a “hectic and sibilities of his new job.
busy” start for the, season. They
Results; of the tournaments^
have traveled to h number of are as follows:
tournam ents, according to box­
G em S t a t e T o u r n a ­
ing coach Gerald Smith. “Enter­ m ent—Boise, Idaho, January 5
ing the team boxers in as many and 6; champion Frank Brunoe-
tournam ents and bouts is get­ 10 and 11 year, 70 lb. division;
ting the boys as much expe­ Brunoe defeated Brian McNab,
rience as possible,” stated Smith. Boise and Jacob Morgan, Je­
The team has participated in rome for the title. Uncontested
tournam ents ajt Boise, Idaho; champion Sonny Jackson won
R e n o , N e v a d a ; S p o k a n e , the 12 and 13 year, 112 lb. div­
Washington; Beaverton, Oregon; ision. Delbert Lawson was the
Eugene, Oregon; Vernon, Brit- runner-up in the 14 and 15 year,
ish Columbia, Canada and Kel­ 100 lb. division, losing to Mel-,
so, Washington.
vin Carnel of Jerome, Idaho.
Smith said Elliot Lawson and
Gilbert Brunoe “deserve a great
Golden Silver Glove Tour­
deal of credit” for volunteering nament, Reno, Nevada, Febru­
their time coaching and travel­ ary 1 and 2; Delbert Lawson
ing with the boxers to the var­ d e fe a te d E errie G y ste r o f
ious tournaments. He concluded Sacramento, California for the
he has been unable to travel 14 and 15 year, 100 lb. cham­
with the club as often as he has pionship title.
Inland Empire Tournament,
Spokane, Washington, Febru­
ary 23 and 24; Delbert Lawson
was the runner-up in the 14 and
15 year, 100 lb. division, losing
to Cory Burton of Stampede,
B ritish C olum bia, C anada;
F rà n k B runoe lost to Eric
H o lm è s , S te v e n s v ille ,
Washington in the 10 and 11
year, 70 lb. division for the
championship title:
Northwest Meet of Champs,
Beaverton, Oregon, March 16
and 17; three runners-up Were
Frank Brunoe was defeated by
N ath a n S m ith , V ancouver,
Washington, for the 10 and 11
year, 70 lb division; Sonny
JacksOp was defeated by Ray
Haley, Duvall, Washington for
the 12 and 13 year, 112 lb. div­
ision and Delbert Lawson lost
to Emmett Lirtton, Tacoma,
Washington for the 14 and 15
year, 100 lb. division.
Emerald Empire Tournament,
Eugene, Oregon,, March 12 and
13; Delbert Lawson defeated
G a b e L o p e z , V a n c o u v e r,
Washington for the champion­
ship title in the 14 and 15 year,
100 lb. división; three runners-
up were Frank Brunoe defèàted
by Nathan Smith, Vancouver,
Washington for the 10 and 11
year, 70 lb. division; Sonny
Jackson lost to Patrick Bru-
cino, Vancouver, Washington
for the 12 and 13 year, 112 lb.
division and; David Ruiz lost to
L arry G arzen elli, D ouglas
County for the 14 and 15 year,
119 lb. division.
hunt last week in the backyard o f a campus house. Each found
three “real” eggs and one plastic egg filled with candy.
Buckskin Tournament, Ver­
non, British Columbia, Canada,
March 23 and 24; Delbert Law-
Son was-the uncorttested cham­
pion for the 14 and 15 year, 100
lb. division; David Ruiz was the
uncontested champion Tor the
14 and 15 year, 119 lb. divison
two runners-up were Sonnv
JackSon whó lost tó Péter Serdin,
Vancouver, B.C. for the 12 and
13 year, 112 lb. title and Frank
Brunoe who lost to Jerry Burke,
Vernon, B.C. for the 10 and 11
year, 70 lb. division.
B illyM ills (center) Olympic gold medal winner, ran with local runners
L ° re.n Suf>P<*> Everett Miller, Captain M oody and Darrell Smith during his recent
visitto Warm Sprm gsto prom ote National Youth Year and Youth Week. The group ran a 5.5 mile
run along the Warm Springs River.
& 'v r u n u j.o m u e
terms
it
they
are truly to exceeo.
are
Indian.
He
related
that
he
found
Set your goals, accept defeat
if it comes your way, but con­ early in life that the very people At one point, Mills was consi­
tinue to come back until you who encouraged him because dered the only member of the
reacirthose goals, were thoughts he was an Indian also surpressed U.S. A. team that would be able
Billy Mills, Olympic gold medal him for the very same reason. to: finish the race due to an
winner and record breaker of He told of the goal he set for injury to one of the other team
the 10,000 meter race at the himself to go to the Olympics members. The team Coach com­
Olympic games held in Japan in and then of the grueling sche­ mented, “All we have left is
1964. Mills spoke to the people dule he had to keep to attain BillyMills.”
Before, he ran his amazing
in Warm Springs Tuesday, April that goal. He found that just
9 at the Agency Longhouse about setting the goal was not enough race, Mills was still not certain
because he lacked the attitude of just who Billy Mills was but
his experience.
Mills, an American Indian to reach and win the race. A he knew that he had to believe
Sioux descent, was at Warm person needs to have the right in his dream. There were mo­
Springs promoting youth dur­ mental attitude, drive and guts ments during the race that he
ing National Youth Week, April to continue to come back after felt that he would run just one
7-13. Mills was sponsored by facing defeat. He advised that a more lap and that’s what kept
the Tribal Education Depart­ person must he able to accept him going. “Just one more lap,”
defeat and come back and con­ kept going through his mind
ment.
The movie, “Running Brave,” tinue to fight to attain their and then, as the end of the race
became a reality, his thoughts
the story of Mills’ life and expe­ goal.
He asked everyone in the became, “I can win, I can win.”
riences that took him to the
Olympics, was shown at the audience, “How do you feel Then “I won, I won, I won,”
Longhouse. Following the movie about yourself, deep inside?” replaced “I can win.” Mills said
he gave a presentation to par­ People must feel good about a Japanese official ran to em­
who they are. “People need brace him and congratulate him
ents and youth.
Mills encouraged the youth people, the young people need and then the man said, “Who
to close their eyes, to dream their parents and grandparents are you? Who are you?” Mills
said for the first time he felt he
dreams and then to pursue their to touch and love them.”
He recalled the day of the could look anyone in the eye
dreams. He emphasized that
^ach person needs to set goals race in Japan and what he felt in and tell them who he was because
(dream dreams) and then accept thehours aftd moments leading he gained the understanding of
defeat but always continue to up to the race, he talked of the who he was as a human.
“As long as we blame some­
actual race and what he was
strive for those dreams.
< He stressed that Indian peo­ thinking as he ran. He stated if a one else we can continue to
ple need to be proud of who person waits long enough, other fail,” stated Mills. For him, he
they are and that they are Indian people will include you but it took his destiny in his own
and never to let any person will be on their terms and it hands and went to win the
supress that just because they needs to be on a person’s own Olympic gold, the dream of
many runners.
The Way It Is. . . The Final Chapter
In the previous segment,
Harold went elk hunting for the
very first time with his grand­
father. Harold also realized that
his “friends” at school weren't
really friends, his only true
friend, he discovered, is his grand­
father. This is the final instal­
lment of “The Way It is.”
by Frederick Bobb
As the sun began to set, cast­
ing a beautiful glow of twilight,
Harold began t-o realize how
deeply he loved Clear Snow
Valley. It was beautifully deco­
rated in an orangish-red color
that improved the feeling of
serenity Harold was now expe­
riencing. An unusually warm
breeze was delicately flying
through the air, gently pushing
H arold’s silky black hair from
side JS side. His grandfather
stood at his side as they both
looked outward into the won­
derful sunset. It was now about
6:00 p.m. and Harold knew for
some reason, that his grand­
father wasn’t reading his book.
He was still reading The Way It
Is by some author Harold hadn’t
yet heard or read. But with his
grandfather at his side, Harold
felt more secure than he had for
a long time.
Out of nowhere, he heard,
“You’re a sissy.”
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He turned quickly to see if his
grandfather had heard it. He
hadn’t, at least, Harold thought.
Then he felt a strong urge to ask
his grandfather a stupid ques­
tion, mainly because Harold
had no father to be sincere Withy
Eventually, by the light of the
fading sunset, he asked the ques­
tion.
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“D o you think a boy’s a sissy
just because he doesn’t swear,
drink or breakdance.”
H arold’s grandfather conti­
nued to look into the sunset,
and Harold was afraid of another
unanswered question.
But the man spoke.
“What is swearing?” his grand­
father asked, not wanting to be
answered. “A way to fight with­
out your fists. And if you don’t
fight with your fists, you might
as well not fight at all—which
would be the best idea anyone
had every thought of yet.
“And what is drinking? A
way to escape your problems
without first fighting them. You
have to fight your way through
life. And drinking won’t help
much. You have to know when
to say some things and when
not to. th e re are some things
you’ve got to remember when
you’re an Indian. There are
things to consider. Once, you
must never forget you’re Indian.
You should be prbud. We are
few and we are unique. We have
a culture no other race may ever
understand.
“Two, ydu have to respect
your elders as I have already
taught you to do. They won’t be
around forever, and you may be
sorry you didn’t show them the
respect you should have when
they were here. And three, you
shouldn’t listen to little girls on
your bus who tell you you’re a
sissy. They are young and know
nothing about life. Especially
when their mothers must hire
s o m e o n e to c h o p t h e i r
wood.”
His grandfather continued.
“And what is breakdancing? A
way to be recognized without
being the real you, w ithout
showing your personality. You
have to learn to be recognized
for being you. Not what some
other person warits you to be.
But you have to remember that
when your personality starts to
get on the nerves of others, and
you begin to affect other people
in a way they don’t like, then
you have to change. You have
to correct the way you treat
your friends, or you will start to
lose them. Your personality will
show, and you will become
known. You don’t have to dress
weird, if you’re normal. You
just keep your personality shin­
ing. D o n ’t act. It can help you a
lok”
Harold sat in dismay as his
grandfather concluded his an­
swer. He leaned forward and
gave his grandfather a hug.
“I love you,” Harold said, “I
respect you, too,” he said, as
tears filled his eyes. •
Those words were the answer
to what, he wanted to hear ever
since his arrival. But why had
his grandfather waited so long
to tell him all this, when he
could have told him in the be­
ginning?
“You had to learn, my grand­
son. Learning is sometimes pain­
ful. But every person must learn.
They go through troubles, and
then they learn from them. It’ll
never happen again if you respect
the words I ’ve just told you.”
He answered it how .The hunt,
the handshake, the wave, they
were all clear to now. He under­
stood it, perhaps too well.
Through hi$ tears, he saw the
old house. It no longer looked
as disgusting as it had upon the
his arrival. It showed the per­
sonality of is wise grandfather.
The house wa.s his grandfather.
And he loved it. it seemed to
smile at Harold as he hugged
his grandfather. He was sure it
was smiling at him. His grande-
father returned his hug, know­
ing it was Harold, and not the
mother of his grandson.
Harold felt great relief that
he wouldn’t have to pUy his
games iri school anymore. And
that everything was clear once
again. He would try to comfort
the friends he had treated so
poorly. He would apologize to
every Indian that had heard the
words from his mouth about his
g ra n d fa th e r. He w ould be
Harold.
“Like in the book I have
writen, and am reading, now.
T hat’s the way it is.”
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Sometimes he thought about
having millions of dollars, but
“Soi how’s the crazy man?” decided that he was one of the
richest boys in the world. Not
Peter Burnest asked Harold.
H arold’s fist came way back with money, but the one thing
and he held it there for a split that few rich people were able
second to show the boy what his to have» Love.
From the white people, Harold
next intentions were. With a
learned
th a t m ost of them
-powerful force, he closed his
eyes, and heard the words of his thought that Indians still lived
grandfather. He brought his fist in teepees, and still wore moc-
down hard on the nose of the eassins, which some still do, but
smirking boy who looked as not most. And there were some
though he were waiting for an white people who, though afraid
of Indians, were willing to at
unreal answer.
A loud cracking sounded out least to try to understand the
from under the fist of Harold R. lifestyles of the “mysterious”
people. But as long as Harold
Simpson.
Peter knelt down, holding his would sit and talk to them, he
n o s e f ro m w h ic h b lo o d never taught them as well as his
grandfather had taught him.
poured freely.
Harold knew they would never
. “D on’t bother me with how
your family is!” Harold yelled. understand about the house,
Those would be the last words the wave, the handshake and all
Harold would say to his now the other things he had been
former friend Peter. A friend he taught in . a few short years.
was somewhât reluctant to give They would never fully ùnder-
up, but Harold wanted nothing stand what went on in an Indian
to do with prejudice. Of Indian, child’s head, wondering what it
would be like to attend school
or of whites.
During the next few months With children of white meni
H arold devoted his time to What they were like.
This was his next goal. To
learning about the culture and
ways of his people. And he was make both Indian and white
happy to say that he learned a children understand each other
lot thé way white people lived before attending school together.
Harold was now twenty years
hère. Both were very different
of age. His project haa taxen
in a way, but he didn’t want to
three years to fulfill. When
put one-down because he be­ him
he had com pleted show ing
lieved in the other too strongly;
he just sat and listened to what Indians thé lifestyles of whites,
and whites thç lifestyles of Indi­
his elders had to say.
From the Indiaris he learned ans, he gained love as well as
that the meat he thought would respect from, both peoples..
be $6.00 a pound was actually
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given to all. It was the meat of
•the elk his grandfather and he
On. June 25, 1990, a man
had hunted. This meat was of
emerged
from the old house. A
highest quality, that.only the
richest of people could have, person who was much different
but they didn’t have it. They than six years before. He loaded
would have to settle for an old the same two bags he had arrived
roast from the supermarket. with into the pickup and turned
While other people, who appre­ to take one last look at the
house. It sat so sadly, like a
ciated the food God would pro­ ' small
puppy watching its owner
vide them with, could enjoy it at
go to work. It was truly going to
any time.
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be lonely. The old house: With
his grandfather and grandmother
passed onto the other world, the
h o u s e w o u ld be e m p ty .
Lonesome.
Fred Bobb, Harold thought.
I’ll never be ashamed of you
again.
He looked into the blue sky,
blotted with what looked to be
the same clouds that hung there
on his arrival six years ago.
You’ve taught me about the
culture of my people, an J for
that; I love you.
The sun began to set behind
Mt. Jeffeson, and twilight was
now in progress.
Remember that night when I
asked you if I was a sissy,
grandfather? You told, me no.
but now I think I am. I don’t
want to leave* I want to stay
here, and see how my people
will make it: I’ll get lonesome
for them.
He turned to look away from
the twilight, and the old woman
came out onto her porch. H er
house contained a look of love,
also. And Harold felt a love for
the sister of Fred Bobb.
She waved.
H arold’s heart fell. He re­
turned the gesture.
He mounted his pickup, with
the rope designs and light blue
complexion with the white vinyl
an d slow ly p u lle d o u t of
Simnasho.
If the house had had eyes, it
would have cried.
Harold, a voice of twilight
called. D on’t fear for the future
of your people. The culture I
had taken so long to teach you
will never die. The book I wrote,
read it. It’s on the dashboard of
the pickup. Your people won’t
die out. T hat’s just the way it is.
The light blue pickup sped
(he opposite way of twilight.
The man who was not sure if he
would return sat in the front,
driving the vehicle. His name,
Harold R. Simpson.