Born in Regina, Saskatchewan in June 1976, Danny Wolfe was not quite in his teens when he and his brother Richard founded the Indian Posse. From a core group of 7, over the years it catapulted to gangland fame. There was nothing they wouldn't do to satisfy their sense of entitlement, once it got rolling.
There's pride in the outlaws...pride in fighting what they see as...the enemy. p121
Well researched, an undercurrent of admiration marks these pages, and the journalistic style is warmed by a sense that JF was accepted by these people. He never condescends but allows the story to unfold at its own pace, even though we already know it off by heart.
The mentality in policing is terrible...Enforce the law and feed the failing
criminal justice system. p159
The tendency when faced with overwhelming injustice ( colonialism, residential schools, poverty, racism, and the fallout from these ) is basically the same as when faced with any other predator: fight, flight, or freeze. Danny Wolfe was bright and resourceful. How he used these gifts was a matter of survival.It was a matter of survival that he and his brother, so often left to fend for themselves, turned to crime. When they werent frozen, avoiding detection, they were fleeing the law or fighting to assert their dignity.
His political awakening came later, after he had the chance to study the teachings of his people and reconnect with his spiritual nature. His tragic end, as much as he himself foretold it, deprived us of one who had much to contribute yet.
What could i do but be a menace? p159