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Beginnings, an Autobiography that Recounts Stories from a Boyhood to Events in Indian Country that Changed Native History and the United States of America

Finally! After two years my autobiography of my years in Western Colorado and working at the Menominee County Community School and the Menominee Indian Tribe has been published. I have copies in hand that can be found or ordered in bookstores throughout the world and all major online venues like amazon or Barnes and Noble. The book tells of growing up in Delta and Grand Junction Colorado, my love affair with Ethel Mortenson Davis (still happily married after closing in on 59 years), and so much history from the early 1970s that occurred because of the remarkable Menominee leaders of those days, resulting in the Indian controlled schools movement and the restoration of the Menominee Tribe and the start of the dominance of the self-determination era that changed the relationship of American Indian Tribes to state governments and the federal government. I was a participant in what happened, an observer.

Part of the reason I wrote this book is to rescue a part of American education and American Indian history that seems to be in danger of being lost. The Indian controlled schools movement was short-lived, but it was the spark that led to the creation of the tribal colleges and universities, which I have played a part in moving forward all these decades, and the contract schools operated by nearly every tribe in the country. The innovations from that movement are still echoing throughout American education.

The history of the Menominee Restoration Committee and its creation of the contemporary Menominee Indian Tribe of Wisconsin is every bit as important since this was one of the major foundations of the Self-Dermination era in tribal and government relationships that changed the arc of American history.

There are also stories about the Menominee Indian Warrior takeover of the Alexian Brother’s Novitiate outside of Gresham, Wisconsin that made international news, the rise of the Posse Comitatus in Shawano County (one of the first major right wing militia groups), and how a handicapped Colorado boy overcame his limitations and insecurities to find love, the strength of Indian values and Indian people, and a small place in the history of this country and its relationship to Native people.

Hopefully readers will find the history informative, the stories exciting, and understand that their lives have been impacted by what happened back then.

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Hayes Lewis

Too many of the great American Indian leaders in education are passing. I keep mourning each one as they go beyond the blanket to where I cannot see. Thomas Davis

Hayes Lewis

I have been thinking about Hayes today,
How Agent Orange and his time in Viet Nam got him in the end,
But like all of us,
The ending is not the story,
Not the stone that has been shaped into a fetish
That means more than what it represents.

He was gentle, softspoken,
But the dreams he had!
He wanted to somehow reach into the spirit
Of every Zuni and American Indian child and young person
And stir alive with what they really are,
A blessing on the earth.
A gentle rain after weeks of unrelenting sun
That explodes the high desert into wildflowers,
Sun flowers, bee balm, Indian paintbrush,
The colors of life as bright as any rainbow.

As a Superintendent of Schools
He worked hard to stir up accomplishments
Inherent in spirits touched by the spirit
Of the Zuni heritage and history.
At the Institute of American Indian Arts
He worked to allow the creative fires
At the heart of who American tribal people are
To create a renaissance
So powerful it would wipe away
The foolish prejudices and preconceptions
Of those who still believe that Indian live in teepees
And have failed to join the contemporary world.
At A:shwi College he labored
To bring a college into being,
A tribal college that honored language, culture, and history
By bringing it alive,
Making it the heart of what learning should be.

But even this is only a little bit of what he was.
He has been one of those people
Who speak and people listen.
One of those people whose courage
Is not in their deeds alone,
But in the presence of how they hold themselves
As season passes season and days become a summation
Of all that is good and perfect upon the good earth.

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