Here is a short book review by Vine Deloria, Jr. of Dee Brown’s Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, published in the Texas Law Review in 1972 (deloria-review-of-brown). An excerpt:

There are, to be sure, numerous tears shed on behalf of our red brothers. But there lies the tragedy of what Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee really means today. The tears are not shed for the tragedies of today, for the Menominee and the Klamath, for the Seneca and the Onondaga, for the Cochiti Pueblo and the Hopi. They are shed for Chief Joseph and Red Cloud, for Kicking Bird and Tall Bull, for Manuelito and Victorio. Captain Jack becomes a modern hero to Dee Brown’s readers. Elnathan Davis, Klamath warrior of the present, is unknown and his struggle is considered unreal and unnecessary because people don’t treat Indians that way any more.

The hell they don’t.

If today’s Indians have Dee Brown to thank for unveiling the truth of the past, they have Dee Brown to curse for making it so real that it has overshadowed them and relegated their contemporary struggle to esoteric notices in the back pages of the newspapers. Another Dee Brown, in 2040, will record the destruction of the red man in the period 1950 to 1980, and wonder at the treachery of the government, marvel at the speeches of Hank Adams, Dennis Banks, Lee Cook, Oren Lyons, and leave his manuscript, puzzled that American society could have learned so little in a century of experience.