Among my favorite cultures of the world is that of Native Americans. Their variety is many, their respect of the earth is what seems to string them together, and it is that respect that makes them amazing to me. This adoration made watching this film heartbreaking.

The most painful part had to be the battle between the slow dwindling of a culture and the need for them to adapt to survive. I am wondering if the scene they depicted is really how Sitting Bull died. I would love to read more about this.

Every time I watch movies showing the destruction my race caused on Indian cultures of all kinds, it hits me hard. Their culture deserved reverence and respect. In many ways certain Indian cultures were far more socially sophisticated than our own, I don’t see how we got off denouncing an entire race and not feeling like idiots. I suppose it was the mindset of the times.

This is a wonderful film but don’t watch it if you are depressed, you’ll never stop crying.