Saturday, March 24, 2012

What I Might Say...To Whiteclay

Whiteclay, Nebraska is a town of approximately 14 residents and 4 liquor stores. The first one conveniently sits 250 yards from the border of the "dry" Pine Ridge Indian Reservation; a reservation that has been shattered into a million little pieces by the ravages of alcoholism.  If Whiteclay could read...I might send it an e-mail something like this....


Dear Whiteclay,
You don't know me...and sometimes I wish I didn't know you. But I have walked your streets, talked to your homeless, slept in your zip code, and prayed in your fields. I know you perhaps better than you know yourself. You're not fooling anyone. You fly the flag of capitalism (and when no one is looking you salute it), defending yourself all the way to the bank. In the way that matters to you, you are successful. In the way that matters to anyone who has seen you at are the equivalent of
twist-off-top atomic bomb. They hand you a few dollars and you hand them destruction as complete as Hiroshima...only no one comes back to rebuild the nation.

The first time I met you, you frightened me, I'll admit it. I locked my car doors, didn't make eye contact and set my GPS to find the corner of "get me the hell out of here" and "what was I thinking?" I was kinda hoping I wouldn't run into you again, but it seemed everywhere I turned on the Pine Ridge Reservation I met people who had visited your house. You really should work on being a better host. What kind of neighbor, knowing the house next door was made of flammable material, would pour gasoline on it...and light a match?  

But here's the deal. I am here to put you on notice. I believe there are spirits in the invisible realm. I believe some are so petty that a thousand of them could fit in my shoe. I also believe some are huge, having fed themselves on injustice and evil for many generations. They have gorged on unforgiveness and fear and washed it down with hopelessness. When they open their wings they cover an entire valley....or an entire first nation.  There is a darkness to their shadows that lingers. But there is a renaissance afoot; a revolution marching to the beat of creativity, original language, pride, and in step with the God and His Son. The Lakota people you have tried your best to destroy are determined to be a mighty Sioux Nation again. They are warriors. They know how to stand and fight and they know how to get on their knees...and fight. You are no match for the seventh generation. You are no match for the Cross....and the God of the Angel Armies. You think you are safely surrounded by the cloak of darkness that will hide you...but in reality you are surrounded by armies of light that can only be put into motion when the people pray. And the people are praying, Whiteclay.

We may not be able to foreclose on your residence, but we can take the streets back and there is nothing you can do about. We will love you right out of the neighborhood. Feed them, clothe them, visit get the picture. You tried more than once to shut down this pool of love, but we are ripping off the "Keep out" sign and jumping in the deep end. As a matter of fact your dark notoriety will be our diving board. For as surely as the world has been stunned by the sight of the shattered spirits you roll into will have no choice but to take notice of the love that pulls them out.

New home of Lakota Center For Progress...Whiteclay, NE
Pine Ridge will be a City on a Hill...a light to show the way to other nations of first people. And you Whiteclay, the dark room that you are....will have no choice but to give way to the light. For when light enters a room...darkness has to flee. 

Buh-bye....KC Willis

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  1. Such powerful words KC! So glad you are being a light in this darkness! Love you and praying for your mission!

  2. Praise God... nothing can stop the rush of the Holy Spirit! When the flood gates open the rushing waters of His Spirit will roar down the streets of White Clay and they will finally live up to there name. I can't wait to get there!
    PS I have already some awesome stuff collected from my gal pals here!
    Love you Lady

  3. KC, I knew nothing about this place. I can only imagine the depths of darkness that someone would have to plumb to be the one to sell alcohol to these poor people. From the map it appears that Whiteclay is only about 2 miles from the town of Pine Ridge, but more than 20 miles from the nearest other town in Nebraska. It's purpose is clearly and solely to sell alcohol to the Pine Ridge residents.
    In going to Google to see a map of where this place is, I found that there is a whole movement afoot to wipe this desecration off the map. Of the interesting things I found, the was the most interesting. Apparently there is a documentary by that name, but the link I liked best was this one;
    It mentions Bruce and Marsha Bonfleur and their Lakota Hope Ministries. Bless them.
    This quote came from a discussion on that site of a lawsuit the tribe is bringing against several large beer manufacturers. "The lawsuit also targets four beer stores in Whiteclay, Neb., a town near the reservation’s border. Whiteclay, which has about a dozen residents, sold nearly 5 million cans of beer in 2010, according to the federal lawsuit." Twelve residents and 5 million cases of beer!?!?!????!!! Bless the leaders and lawyers involved in bringing justice for the tribe.
    How can it be that profits are made at this cost to human lives? Lord, open the eyes and hearts of the owners of these gates to Hell.
    KC, thank you for telling us about this tragedy. Please let us know how we can continue to pray.

  4. You go girl. I know you mean are seeing God's heart about this and I will be praying for this reservation and you as well in your efforts.