This is a 3-star book about a 5-star human being. Leonard Crow Dog was an important figure in 20th century struggle for indigenous rights. His compassionate heart and profound vision of the past, present and future led him to become a leader for his own tribe, for the Lakota, for all indigenous Americans, and even beyond that. This character, his love for his way of life and determination to protect it, pour out of this book.
There are many interesting stories here about Leonard's ancestors and about the main passion of his life: his people's traditions and rituals. However, it's not totally coherent or enlightening as a book. I don't think he would be offended by this - he was not deeply connected with the literary realm and put little value in it. His medium was oral, was musical, was action. I'm glad I read the book, and my appreciation comes from a small glimpse of someone truly worthy of my respect and time. Like many people I admire, he is as full of his own biases, grudges, and chauvinism as he is of insight and inspiration.
The last portion of the book is about Crow Dog's involvement in the AIM movement of the early and mid-1970s. His story is of course very important in a broader understanding these events. But it's clear that he's recounting them from a perspective of anger and pain, so I don't think it's possible to view it as the full story. It's part of a bigger tapestry. I'm left wanting to learn more.