Proud to be Northern Cheyenne, (Tsitsistas & Suhtai), what does it mean? I grew up with most of my family addicted to alcohol or drugs. My Dad telling me to be proud with a bottle in his hand and the other grabbing my little arm tightly, be proud son. When in fact, I was ashamed, I was am surrounded by all these drunk Indians, how could I be proud of that. It wasn’t until an elder, a Crazy Dog, took me under his wing and taught me about Our struggle as a People. I would’ve never came to be if my ancestors didn’t make it out of Fort Robinson. If my ancestors hadn’t survived Sand Creek, Washita, Rosebud, Little Bighorn, I wouldn’t be here today. I’m grateful for the youth who run, run for a cause, a reason, something to be proud of. Lone Elk

I was on that run 😂😂I was holding the flag