In Oklahoma, my drug of choice was alcohol. I was stationed at Fort Sill, sleeping in a converted stable about 50 yards from where Quanah Parker was buried. I can't remember where I worked - cold storage?, dry storage? Don't remember. No, I do remember: both. And I drank - cheaply and a lot. And got rather depressed. Went to mental health, and the shrink thought it best that I be hospitalized for observation. When he asked me if I had suicidal thoughts, my reply was that I didn't see anything wrong with suicide. Not exactly a straight answer - and weird enough to get me locked up.
The psycho ward is not a good place.
I wanted out.
The next day I went before a review board and answered their questions. Apparently, I said the right things and got out; was given a psych tech to see, was given some Librium to take and got very drunk, saw little point in continuing to live, took the pills, said good-bye to world and tried to die.
I woke the next morning and went to the psych-tech. She and I eventually formed a relationship.
After getting out of the Army, CJB and I moved to California, then Mexico, then California and settled in an apartment, but a few blocks from Los Angeles City College.
Our relationship eventually ended after (I think) two years.
My fault. I was uncommunicative, short tempered, very, very moody (what's new!), and very likely still carried the patient/psychologist baggage in the back of my mind.
When we moved out of the apartment, it was my job to paint the living room, where the bookshelves had been attached to the walls. The manager gave me paint, a roller, and a drop cloth. And so I prepared to paint. But I soon realized that I would be certain to get paint on my clothes, of which I had but that one good set.
So I got naked and painted. Painting naked.
Quanah Parker was the last Chief of the Commanches and never lost a battle to the white man. His tribe roamed over the area where
Pampas stands. He was never captured by the Army, but decided to surrender and lead his tribe into the white man's culture, only when he saw that there was no alternative.
His was the last tribe in the Staked Plains to come into the reservation system.
Quanah, meaning "fragrant," was born about 1850, son of Comanche Chief Peta Nocona and Cynthia Ann Parker, a white girl taken captive during the 1836 raid on Parker's Fort, Texas. Cynthia Ann Parker was recaptured, along with her daughter, during an 1860 raid on the Pease River in northwest Texas. She had spent 24 years among the Comanche, however, and thus never readjusted to living with the whites again.
She died in Anderson County, Texas, in 1864 shortly after the death of her daughter, Prairie Flower. Ironically, Cynthia Ann's son would adjust remarkably well to living among the white men. But first he would lead a bloody war against them.
Quanah and the Quahada Comanche, of whom his father, Peta Nocona had been chief, refused to accept the provisions of the 1867 Treaty of Medicine Lodge, which confined the southern Plains Indians to a reservation, promising to clothe the Indians and turn them into farmers in imitation of the white settlers.
Knowing of past lies and deceptive treaties of the "White man", Quanah decided to remain on the warpath, raiding in Texas and Mexico and out maneuvering Army Colonel Ronald S. Mackenzie and others. He was almost killed during the attack on buffalo hunters at Adobe Walls in the Texas Panhandle in 1874. The U.S. Army was relentless in its Red River campaign of 1874-75. Quanah's allies, the Quahada were weary and starving.
Mackenzie sent Jacob J. Sturm, a physician and post interpreter, to solicit the Quahada's surrender. Sturm found Quanah, whom he called "a young man of much influence with his people," and pleaded his case. Quanah rode to a mesa, where he saw a wolf come toward him, howl and trot away to the northeast. Overhead, an eagle "glided lazily and then whipped his wings in the direction of Fort Sill," in the words of Jacob Sturm. This was a sign, Quanah thought, and on June 2, 1875, he and his band surrendered at Fort Sill in present-day Oklahoma.
Biographer Bill Neeley writes:
"Not only did Quanah pass within the span of a single lifetime from a Stone Age warrior to a statesman in the age of the Industrial Revolution, but he accepted the challenge and responsibility of leading the whole Comanche tribe on the difficult road toward their new existence."
Quanah was traveling the "white man's road," but he did it his way. He refused to give up polygamy, much to the reservation agents' chagrin. Reservation agents being political appointees of the Federal Government, their main concern was to destroy all vestiges of Native American life and replace their culture with that of theirs. Quanah Parker also used peyote, negotiated grazing rights with Texas cattlemen, and invested in a railroad. He learned English, became a reservation judge, lobbied Congress and pleaded the cause of the Comanche Nation. Among his friends were cattleman Charles Goodnight and President Theodore Roosevelt. He considered himself a man who tried to do right both to the people of his tribe and to his "pale-faced friends".
It wasn't easy. Mackenzie appointed Quanah Parker as the chief of the Comanche shortly after his surrender, but the older chiefs resented Parkers youth, and his white blood in particular." And in 1892, when Quanah Parker signed the Jerome Agreement that broke up the reservation, the Comanche were split into two factions: (1). those who realized that all that could be done had been one for their nation; and (2). those who blamed Chief Parker for selling their country."
Quanah Parker died on February 23, 1911, and was buried next to his mother, whose body he had reentered at Ft. Sill Military cemetery on Chiefs Knoll in Oklahoma only three months earlier. For his courage, integrity and tremendous insight, Quanah Parkers life tells the story of one of America's greatest leaders and a true Texas Hero.