THIEVES THEATRE

Photo: Wendy Workman (Gabriele’s journal – December 4, 1990) (Nick’s narrative – January 6, 2022) We never expected the powers-that-be to allow the tipi to stand for more than a day, but before erecting it, we had reached out to representatives of the local American Indian community. We ended up speaking to John Cutnose of the American Indian Community House about our intentions. That December 29th would be the centenary of the Wounded Knee Massacre, and now that the tipi…

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(Gabriele’s journal – January 14, 1990) (Nick’s narrative – January 13, 2022) “You should know, if this tipi were being disrespected, as John King said, AIM would bring a hundred Indians to tear it down.”  Chayton put this statement to me as a challenge, a thinly veiled threat. I decided that what I said next should be my final word.  I walked over to the edge of the tipi, reached into my canvas mailbag and pulled out a meticulously detailed…

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Eddie, Mike, Billy, Donald (Gabriele’s journal – June 4, 1991) (Nick’s narrative – January 20, 2022) At the knife fight that didn’t happen, White Boy had revealed himself to me. But why? Why was the gang giving me his identity, and why, after almost three years of pursuing the story, did the story now appear to be pursuing me. I understood the answer even as I posed the question. It was called ”life mark” because it was a permanent scar…

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(Gabriele’s journal – December 3, 1990) (Nick’s narrative – January 27, 2022) At the time, I thought my arrest was merely the result of an impulsive act on my part. Or to quote Frick, “You dumbass.” But more than two years later, after my encounter with White Boy at the corner, I finally understood how Frick and Frack homed in on me early on, preparing to use me as their patsy later. During the first week or so that we were living on…

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