Oglala (Sioux) Chief
There is NO picture, photo or painting ( Crazy Horse did not allow ), the only thing that exists is this Monument.
Crazy Horse was born on Rapid Creek in 1840.
He was killed when he was only 37 years of age, September 6, 1877.
He was stabbed in the back by an American soldier at Fort Robinson, Nebraska, while he was under U.S. Army protection.
During his life he was a great leader of his people. He did not have an equal as a warrior or a chief.
He gave submissive allegiance to no man, white or Indian, and claimed his inalienable rights as an Indian to wander at will over the hunting grounds of his people.
He never registered at any agency; never touched the pen; never signed a treaty.
He wanted only peace and a way of living for his people without having to live on the white man's reservations.
Crazy Horse defended his people and their way of life in the only manner he knew, but only after he saw the treaty of 1868 broken.
This treaty, signed by the President of the United States said, "Paha Sapa, the Black Hills, will forever and ever be the sacred land of the Indians."
He took to the warpath only after he saw his friend Conquering Bear killed; only after he saw the failure of the government agents to bring required treaty guarantees such as meat, clothing, tents and necessities for existence.
In battle the Sioux war leader would rally his warriors with the cry, "It is a good day to fight;--it is a good day to die."
In 1877 Crazy Horse's wife, staying at Fort Robinson, was dying of tuberculosis. His only child a daughter, had recently died of this same disease.
Under a guarantee of safe conduct both into and out of the Fort, Crazy Horse agreed to confer with the Commanding Officers.
History has proven since that the intention never was to let Crazy Horse go free, but rather to ship him to the Dry Tortugas in Florida.
The chief had no notion what was in store for him until he entered the guardhouse and saw the bars on the windows.
Right then he was face to face with the fate the white man had intended for him.
He drew a knife (the fact that he had not been disarmed is good proof that he never surrendered) and attempted to get to his Indian friends outside the stockade.
Little Big Man, friend and warrior companion of Crazy Horse, carrying out his orders as an Indian policeman, seized Crazy Horse's arms.
In struggling to free himself, Crazy Horse slashed Little Big Man's wrist.
At this point, an infantry man of the guard made a successful lunge with a bayonet and Crazy Horse fell, mortally wounded.
In the minds of the Indians today, the life and death of Crazy Horse parallels the tragic history of the red man since the white man invaded their homes and lands.
One of many great and patriotic Indian heroes, Crazy Horse's tenacity of purpose, his modest life, his unfailing courage, his tragic death set him apart and above the others.
Crazy Horse Description
This is ( maybe ) photo of Crazy Horse