© Peter van Agtmael / Magnum PhotosPine Ridge,South Dakota. 2011. While on a road trip with my friend Justin, we met a couple of guys and started chatting. They invited us to check out a spot where they had a rope swing, and on the way we picked up some beer. Dusk was falling and it became a little party,we lit a fire while some of their younger cousins swung over a deep chasm, with just a lean rope around their waist to secure them to the tree. As the beer ran out and the night began to derive colder, or they invited us back to their domestic. Upon arrival,their sister (the matriarch of the family) smelled their breath and became furious. She asked us what possessed us to give them beer. She told us there was rampant alcoholism on the reservation, and declared we were just another in a long line of white men exploiting the Lakota. We were filled with tremendous shame and apologized profusely. As she explained the history of the tribe she mellowed and invited us to spend the night. We awoke in the morning to a beautiful dawn, and the youngest children tending to the horses.
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