It’s a moment that speaks to the summit’s larger ambitions. For the past three days, inside these tipis, the reservation’s cultural leaders have been using demonstrations, stories, and songs about the buffalo to get Fort Peck’s young people excited about their heritage.
They’re working with a sense of urgency. While these kids dress like they could be from anywhere in the country, Native American youth struggle with higher levels of poverty, substance abuse, and school dropout rates than the national averages for their age group. Suicides happen among them at twice the rate of the national average. “In one year we lost four kids,” says Suzanne Turnbull, a former teacher who directs Student Support Services at Fort Peck Community College. “I can remember those students as clear as day.”
Ramey sees these problems as part of a continuum that began with the tribes’ confinement to reservations and continued through a string of damaging federal policies—from the forcible shipment of Native children to boarding schools in the late 1800s to voluntary assimilation programs in the 1960s. “There’s a deeply embedded depression that our tribes suffer from,” she says. “It gets passed on through generations. We call it historical PTSD.”
Her response has been to advocate a return to cultural roots. It’s a philosophy that germinated during her own childhood—she grew up singing in traditional ceremonies with her father—and developed into a full-time career. A tall, striking woman who wears her dark hair sleeked into a bun, she left Fort Peck to earn a master’s in language and literacy from the University of New Mexico. Since returning, she’s helped institute everything from Native language classes to tipi camping trips to the Language and Culture Department itself. Between work, pursuing a doctorate in education, and raising three boys, she stays busy. “I haven’t had a summer off since 1999!”
Since March 2015, she has also been working with a handful of other culturally fluent tribal members to plan this summit in collaboration with Montana State University and WWF. They call themselves the Pté Group. “‘Pté’ is the Dakota and Nakoda word for ‘female buffalo,’” says Lois Red Elk, a wavy-haired poet in the group. “Females are the matriarchs of the herds. They basically run them. They even adopt orphaned babies as their own.”
“Watching those females lead inspires me in my own work,” Ramey says.
At the end of the anatomy presentation, Darryl picks up a drum made of buffalo hide. “Who knows how to say ‘buffalo’ in our language?” he asks. “Tatanka,” several students say. Darryl nods, looking pleased. “We’re going to sing you a song about our thankfulness for them,” he says. “You’ll hear that word in it.”
He begins striking the drum with a heartbeat-like rhythm. Then he starts singing—a high, clear voice with a tremolo that jumps athletically to the beat. Ramey joins a full octave higher, and together their voices swoop and rise, filling the tipi until the buzz of students and presenters outside becomes inaudible.