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@paulinepark.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 10:42 PM

#ChiefJoseph surrendered to the US Army #OnThisDay in 1877, ending the Nez Perce War; the US is now repeating this tragic history of indigenous genocide by supporting #ApartheidIsrael's ongoing violent ethnic cleansing of the occupied West Bank & ongoing #GazaGenocide
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@johnautry.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 7:19 PM

October 5, 1887 - Chief Joseph, leader of the Nez Perce Indians, surrendered to the American Army, ending a desperate struggle by his people for self-determination, and to maintain their traditional homeland in the Wallowa Valley of Northeastern Oregon.

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@wpip.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 7:10 PM

OTD in 1877, Hinmatóowyalahtq̓it, or Hinmaton Yalaktit (“Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain"), also known as #ChiefJoseph, or Joseph the Younger, surrendered to General Nelson Miles on the windswept Northern Plains. #BearPawBattlefield — The Flight of the #NezPerce comes to an end.

Historical marker on the Bear Paw Battlefield outside of Chinook, Montana, indicating where Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce surrendered some of the surviving non-treaty people who had been relentlessly pursued and attacked by the United States Army. Sign reads: October 5, 1887 11:00 a.m. With the fighting at a standoff, Hinmatóowyalahtq̓it (Chief Joseph) met with Colonel Miles near this site. Surrender was a survival strategy, to keep the Nez Perce people alive and together. One witness reported that Chief Joseph spoke these words: Tell General Howard I know his heart. What he told me before I have in my heart. I an tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead. Tukulxućúut is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who leads the young men is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people some of them have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are, perhaps freezing to death. I want to look for my children and see how many I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me my chiefs, I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.