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Award-winning Writer/Filmmaker Donald L. Vasicek's dream is to create awareness by documenting the Sand Creek Massacre. The Centennial, Colorado filmmaker/writer has worked for numerous years, using his money to produce a feature documentary film about the Sand Creek Massacre. Below is his award-winning trailer, which is the prototype for the feature. Contact Don for information about how you can be part of this compelling film project. You can see a longer version on the Video page.
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Racism and the Sand Creek Massacre

Award-Winning Sand Creek Massacre film poster

Award-Winning Sand Creek Massacre film poster

Hello, Everyone,

I have been invited to make 2 presentations about the Sand Creek Massacre at Federal Heights Elementary School
on November 14 from 10 a.m. to 11:45 a.m to 105 students. 4th graders and ELL students will attend. Linda Mauney,
Literacy Teacher at the school, said, “We are working to educate our 4th grade students about the Sand Creek
Massacre…we are looking at how the Sand Creek Massacre was told from different points of view.”

My presentation will include screening a modified version of my award-winning documentary film titled, “The Sand
Creek Massacre.” The film is a story told by Cheyenne and Arapaho tribal members. It is about how 700 Colorado
and New Mexico troops massacred an estimated 160 Cheyenne and Arapaho children, women, elders and special
needs people while the warriors were hunting.

Since the film was made to inform, to educate and to create awareness for the Cheyenne and Arapaho people and
for America’s indigenous people to fight racism, this presentation will benefit young minds who hunger to learn and
grow in an environment of love and understanding that regardless of what culture, what religion or what race anyone
is from, they are all human beings and should be perceived as human beings on equal footing with every other
human being. No one is better than anyone else.

Racism is like a cancer. It is terminal. It eats and eats away at one’s mind until hate overtakes them and destroys them.
ISIL is a perfect example of this kind of hate. To kill all infidels who do not interpret the Quran as they believe the
Prophet Mohammed wrote it to be and to follow that writing. Col. John M. Chivington and many members of the “Bloodless Third”
(nicknamed that because the members were signed up as 100-day volunteers and time was running short and they hadn’t
killed anyone as yet), the 3rd Colorado Regiment were formed out of miners, bartenders, clerks, laborers, alcoholics, criminals,
unemployed, etc. to ruthlessly and without conscience shoot, beat, rape, stab, mutilate and murder Cheyenne and Arapaho
people because of their hate for the Indian people. An idea put into their minds that all Indians were savages and did not
deserve to live.

Many of you know much more than me about racism and hate. I leave it to you to help people, particularly young people
learn that love and understanding that all human beings are in this race of life together, so we should embrace each
other and work together for a better world.

Thank you kindly for your continuing support. I deeply appreciate it.

Best Regards,

Donald L. Vasicek
Olympus Films+, LLC
The Zen of Writing & Screenwriting

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search“I have but one desire after I die, to be laid away on Memaloose Island with the Indians. They are more honest than whites and live up to the light they have. In the resurrection, I will take my chances with the Indians.”

-Victor Trevitt
The Dalles, Oregon successful businessman and respected member of the community.

Stepping Carefully on Sand Creek Massacre Site

SITE TREE 3-16-2011

-Photo by Shonie De La Rosa

When I walk at Sand Creek, I step carefully. My size ten and a halves sink into the sand. Where there is grass or plants, Canadian thistle or tamarisk or sage or some other one of the numerous types of grass and plants at Sand Creek, it catches my clod hoppers, just before they sink into the sand. Stepping beside the gnarled and stately cottonwood trees, roots feel hard under my Reboks. The roots catch my feet, perhaps, like guardian angels, but yet, possibly parts of human remains. I know not where to take the next step, or how. I fear that I will step on someone who died here, whose remains are permanent parts of the sand, the grass, and the trees. I wonder if I am walking in the buffalo wallow where this woman died. I step carefully because I feel the people who died here reaching out for me and I can’t see or hear them. I don’t know how to help them. I feel their presence, their fear, their terror, their disbelief, their helplessness to save their children, their husbands and wives, their disabled relatives, their parents and their grandparents. Just like when I sat on a curb at Ground Zero in Manhattan two weeks after 9/11, I grieve for them. I grieve for myself. I grieve because I am alive and they are deceased. I grieve because I am helpless to give something to these victims to neutralize their agony, perhaps even, to reverse their deaths.

I turn and scan the horizon. It appears like it is overlooking the Sand Creek Massacre Site. Somehow, it makes me feel better, at the least, for the moment. Then, I have to move forward. I look down and wonder, where should I place my foot next?

-Donald L. Vasicek
Award-Winning Filmmaker, “The Sand Creek Massacre”