I stand in opposition to Constitutional Amendment V, which will be on the ballot in November. Amendment V gives politicians the constitutional right to hide party affiliation from South Dakotans. Amendment V takes party registration information away from voters when they vote, making our ballot less transparent and turning it into a HIDDEN primary. Most of the money raised by Amendment V came from out-of state and the single biggest donor is an organization from New York City.
Reporter & Farmer, Webster If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life it’s that every single person has a story. And I mean everyone. I feel blessed to be able to tell the stories of those around me through my career but so often come across people who don’t want to tell their tale. Personally, I feel those individuals rob the world of a service. You should be willing to own who you are and all that’s happened to you. With that said, it’s come to my attention recently that there are many readers who don’t fully know my story or how come I came to be a journalist. I often write about how I was home schooled and about how I did not go to college, but I don’t know if I’ve ever told all the details of how I became a journalist.
Mr. C, a 56-year-old fellow, came into my office because he was experiencing shortness of breath with any exertion and was hoping we could fix it. He admitted that he has been smoking about one-and-a-half-packs a day for 40 years, and lately he’s been trying to cut down. Multiplying 40 times one-and-a-half gives him a 60-pack-year history of smoking, which is a lot. Also he’s inhaled a lot of hog and hay dust over all these years.
Our eldest son, who now lives in Brooklyn, NY, recently came home to South Dakota talking about how he “loves how he can see the stars and the Milky Way in the night sky, the morning tangerine sun rising in the east, and the space and lack of congestion in shelter-belted houses surrounded by fields of abundant crops, separating the miles between small towns.” Home-grown tomatoes here have even prompted him to deem August in South Dakota as “Tomato Christmas.” “It is so different than life in the city,” he says.
Imagine a scenario today in which the federal government, with no due process, forcibly removed children of a specific race from their homes and placed them into a boarding school more than a thousand miles away from their family and friends. Or imagine the outcry if the federal government were to subject a certain race of citizens into forced labor as a condition of receiving benefits he or she has a trust and/or treaty obligation to receive.
From the CRST Chairman’s Office Tribal leaders were called to a meeting to discuss Sioux San IHS hospital in Rapid City. There was no other information given to the Tribal leaders regarding the meeting. Upon arrival to the facility the Acting Area Director informed the Cheyenne River Sioux Tribal Chairman Harold C. Frazier that the meeting would be moving into an executive status. This would remove everyone from the room
We have all had to deal with bullies throughout our lives, and I have had my share. One fall day, coming home from school, I saw two guys from my third-grade class beating up on a smaller kid and was moved to step in to help. Well, the victim ran home, and I became the new target. The beating I took that day was minimal; however, the sense that I did the right thing that day by standing up against bullies has propped up my self-worth my whole lifetime. Bullies and abuse are everywhere. While in medical school, I was in an Atlanta Emergency Room when a woman came in with a broken nose and other broken bones and bruises that were explained away as the result of a fall, when we knew full well they were inflicted by her spouse. Since coming to this prairie town 35 years ago,
It’s over. The wedding. My daughter and her new husband tied the knot last Saturday in a whirlwind weekend of near perfection. The loving couple has been preparing for this for over a year. They were kind enough to allow me to enjoy an active role in the process.
I see them from my kitchen window as the sun breaks over the horizon… not every morning, but often enough, and never in pairs, always alone, or maybe with a furry friend by their side.
Front to back and side to side, they reach toward the street, again and again, like sparrows picking up grain.