01/03/2025
THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME
In Pine Ridge, South Dakota I was surrounded by a large pack of pi**ed off dogs seemingly intent on eating my white ass. I was on foot, and alone. I’m accustomed to Rez dogs, typically have no problems with them, but this pack was no joke. I stayed calm, continued moving, and tried to ignore them, but they were on me, swiping at me from both sides and the front and back. The situation had become intense. I flexed a bit, words and barks were exchanged. Profanity dropped. We were all baring our teeth. I came to terms with the situation. They might take me out, but I wasn’t going alone, I’d take one or two of them with me.
That’s when Kevin Poor Bear called for me to take refuge in his home. “HEY!” He yelled out his living room window. “COME ON! THEY’RE GONNA KILL YOU! GET IN HERE!”
Gratefully, and speedily, I took him up on his offer. Safe inside, and after catching my breath, Poor Bear kindly introduced me to his family, and that’s when I met Poor Bear’s nephew, Standing Soldier Junior.
I’m 6’2”, and even so, Standing Soldier seemed to tower over me.
I learned he had been in jail, but his family had raised $10,000 to bail him.
“Ten G’s,” I said, curious. “What’s the charge?”
Everyone was quiet, until calmly, Standing Soldier answered, “Homicide.”
As we talked and drank mango tea in the kitchen, I came to like Standing Soldier. I found him to be kind with good intentions. As for the homicide charge, alcohol had been involved. He had apparently killed another man and was likely going to prison for a very long time, possibly even for life, but even so, Standing Soldier could not remember one single detail of the murder.
At one point he looked at me and said, “I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Later, on foot again, I went on my way hoping that particular pack of dogs from earlier was busy doing something else.
I’ve thought a lot about Standing Soldier since photographing him. I never saw him again, but wherever he is, I hope he’s alright.