NYTs: Debate over Little Big Horn Battlefield on Crow Land

An excerpt from yesterday’s NYTs article (full article here):

Nearly 30 years ago, a group called the Custer Battlefield Preservation Committee began buying up land around the monument — some 3,300 acres in all — in an effort to stave off development. The group has since tried to donate the land, which it bought for $14 million that was raised through donations, to the Park Service.

But the service has said that unless Congress or the president changes the battlefield’s boundaries, it does not have the legal authority to accept the land.

Moreover, any land deal would need approval from the Crow tribe, which has considerable political influence in Montana and has resisted such a large land transfer.

The tribe cites a 1920 federal law, known as the Crow Act, which it says limits nontribal members to ownership of about 2,000 acres on the reservation, which is almost 2.3 million acres.

“We are trying to explain the advantages of adding on to the historical site right in the middle of their country, which would bring tourists — who need to eat, sleep and buy souvenirs — and produce jobs for Crow people,” said Harold G. Stanton, president of the Custer committee.

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NYTs on the Wind River Casino

From the NYTs:

Last week I was in Wyoming, driving westward on the southern edge of a big winter storm. For dozens of miles, sheets of snow arced across the still-dry pavement. After a long while, I made out the welcome lights of Shoshoni. When you find yourself longing for the lights of Shoshoni — the glow of a gas station — you know the driving has been hard.

I joined a convoy of vehicles coming out of Riverton and up the hill past the Wind River Casino, which was shrouded in a nimbus of snow. We slithered along at school-zone speeds, barely 20 miles an hour. Across the highway, the drivers of two pickups climbed into the ditch to check on a car whose headlights were now pointing up at the overcast, snow corkscrewing down into the angled beams. At last, I came down the hill into Lander, where two feet of heavy autumn snow would fall in the next 36 hours.

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