Comanche Cooper Is Traveling The Trail Of Tears

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Ron Cooper heads of of Woodbury Sunday toward Murfreesboro. His journey along the Trail of Tears will eventually end in Oklahoma.
Ron Cooper recently began a journey that will take him nearly 850 miles to complete, but will also take him back in time.

Cooper, 43, is in the midst of walking the northern route of the Trail of Tears.

The "Trail of Tears" is the name given to the forced relocation from Georgia, North Carolina, and Tennessee to Oklahoma of 17,000 Cherokee men, women, and children by the U.S. Government in the late 1830s.

After being forced from their ancestral lands at gunpoint, the Cherokee were herded into camps and prisons, and then marched over 2,000 miles to reservations across the Mississipi River in arid Oklahoma.

Cooper passed through Woodbury on  Saturday, Jan. 29, and Sunday, Jan. 30.

He experienced a little bit of local flavor as he ate at Joe's Place Saturday night with Woodbury Alderman Charlie Harrell and his wife Dell.

Cooper, who is a member of the Comanche tribe, said his people and those of the Cherokee share a lot of history and hardships.

"Our stories of fighting for our lands and our rights are similar," Cooper said. "We shared the same struggles and despair. I can relate those experiences to almost any tribe, not just Cherokee.

The trek began for Cooper in Charleston, Tennessee on Jan. 17.

Charleston is the site of the last Cherokee Agency as well as Fort Cass, the headquarters of the Cherokee Removal of 1838, known as the Trail of Tears. The valley between Charleston and Cleveland, Tennessee was filled for 12 miles (19 km) with internment camps in which thousands of Cherokee from various towns waited during the summer of 1838 for the start of the main trek west.

Cooper said his journey, which he estimates will take about two and a half months, will end about three miles inside of Oklahoma in what was formerly known as Indian Territory.

"Most of the original detachment ended right there," Cooper said. "Most of the soldiers (accompanying the Indians) were tired of the death and sadness, and wanted to go home."

Cooper said he is trying to put in 12 miles a day.

"It's more about awareness than putting in miles," he said.

People interested in following Cooper as he makes his journey through portions of Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri and Oklhoma can do so at the following websites. Cooper

The following two articles are posted to the Indian Country Today website:

Comanche Hiking 833 Miles Along Trail of Tears

When Ron Cooper and his wife Kristal contacted us about Ron’s mission, and asked if we’d be interested in following their journey, we couldn’t have been more excited.

Ron’s in the midst of hiking the northern route of the Trail of Tears (833 miles worth of it!), a journey he’s been preparing for since 2009.  He did a ton of research, worked with the National Park Service, and plotted his course.    On January 17th, Ron took his first step.  Now, we’re going to be there with him for all the rest of his steps, until he completes his journey and has told his story.  Ron’s message is one of remembering the past while looking forward to the future, and one of pride in the resiliency of his fellow Native American brothers and sisters.  He told us that what has dawned on him recently and what has compelled him to take on this journey is a deep, abiding sense of Native American pride. “A pride not based on solidarity for what our relations collectively survived in the past, but based on what we have accomplished since then and where we are now.”

So Ron’s out there now, dealing with where to set up camp every night, sections of the trail that seemed passable on his map but turned out to be private roads in reality with big No Trespassing signs, jury-rigging his tent (he had forgot the poles for his larger tent!), not to mention the fact that because he couldn’t take off work during the summer because that’s when he’s busiest (he and Kristal work at different parks each year, last year it was Olympic National Park in Washington), Ron’s doing all of this in the midst of a pretty spectacularly wild, cold, and snowy winter.

Right now, Ron’s in Tennessee, hiking along Highway 8, heading towards McMinville. From this day forward, we’re going to be there with Ron (well, in spirit) and let him tell us, and you, how it’s going out there on the Trail, who he’s meeting, and where he, and perhaps the rest of Indian Country, is headed.

“My goals include bringing attention to the Trail of Tears, maybe teaching some history to people I meet along the way, but mostly, I want to start a conversation with my fellow Native Americans about moving forward even as we keep our past in our hearts.  I invite them all to join me as I do the same, one step at a time.”

We’ll be following Ron from here on out.  We hope you join us.

My Journey Along the Trail of Tears

So why am I, a Comanche, hiking the Trail of Tears?   What do I hope to accomplish?  What am I trying to say? All good questions.  Let’s start at the beginning, on how this whole idea came to pass.

I was born and raised in Lawton, Oklahoma – on the shores of Lake Lawtonka, in the shadow of Mt. Scott, at the doorstep of the Wichita Mountains National Wildlife Refuge.  It was home, but I didn’t really appreciate the natural beauty around me.  Sadly, I was a couch potato.  I didn’t enjoy school, except for history – but I always wondered what they weren’t telling me.  Like many young adults of my kind, I worked in casinos and smoke shops that catered to out-of-towners.  These few facts don’t define me, but they’re all part of my story.

Fast-forward to May of 2007.  I’m now living in Tucson, Arizona; still working as a blackjack dealer though.  I’ve been dating a co-worker named Kristal for the past three years.  We decide to take her mother on a vacation to Northern Arizona and Southern Utah.  We gaze at the Vermillion Cliffs, tour the slot canyons on the Navajo Reservation near Page and take a combined 700 photographs, and then volunteer at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary north of Kanab, Utah on Mother’s Day.  Alone, Kristal and I continue to Zion National Park for a few unforgettable days of hiking and then fly home from Las Vegas.

Key word:  “Unforgettable”.  I couldn’t get the fresh air and grandeur of Zion out of my head.  I never loved working in the casinos, but suddenly I couldn’t stand being in a dark, smoky room all day.  In a moment of weakness, Kristal agreed with me and by the first of July we were working on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon and living in our brand new travel trailer.

For many months, I had been reading books about long distance hikers and lightweight backpackers.  I was anxious to try it myself and it didn’t take long for me to outfit us with all the gear.  Kristal went with me the first night and enjoyed watching the sun rise and set over the Canyon but claimed:  “It’s just not camping without s’mores and milk.”  The enjoyment comes easier for me.  In this crazy, hectic world, one of the neatest feelings is sleeping out under the stars and knowing you’re miles away from another soul.

Fast-forward a few more years.  Kristal and I just got married and are happily living full-time in our RV.  We’re now working in Olympic National Park, after doing 14 months at Big Bend National Park in southwest Texas.  She’s only been on one more overnight hike with me, but I’ve been out backpacking – alone and with friends – as much as possible.  I’m addicted and want more.  I say I want to try one of the “big” trails:  the Appalachian, Pacific Crest, or Continental Divide – but deep down I know that’s not a possibility.  Most people take five months during the summer to do one of those trails and that’s exactly when the National Parks are busiest and need us most.

I’m disappointed until I realize that we could take a few months off in the winter, when tourism-related jobs are more scarce.  That idea suits me better anyway because I can handle cold better than heat and humidity.  Also, I may be strange but I like weather.  Rain, wind, snow, sleet… it’s all part of the experience.  Now, which trail to choose?

Reading about the Triple Crown trails, they all seem too crowded for me.  I also wished I could do a hike that had meaning for me and that’s when I hit on the Trail of Tears.  With a little research I discovered that the National Park Service recently recognized it as a National Historic Trail, so I contacted them for route information.  I was surprised to find that there are two “official routes” but no actual trail I could walk.  There has long been an Auto Tour route, but would walking that satisfy me?

For the past year and a half, I’ve been reading everything I can about the Trail.  I used eyewitness accounts to plot a course on a topographic map for my walk.  Meanwhile, I eagerly learned more about the history of the Trail.  The first thing that really hit home was how many people were involved.  The Cherokee are the tribe most commonly associated with the Trail of Tears, but it also affected the Choctaw, Chickasaw, Seminole and Creek Nations from the same area of the deep-south.  Of course, numerous other tribes were removed from their native lands and sent to Oklahoma in the decades that followed – my ancestors in the Comanche and Kiowa tribes included.

You would be hard pressed to find anyone who denies that the Indian Wars were a dark spot in American history.  It’s been 120 years since the Wounded Knee Massacre – an event that many of us consider the symbolic end of Native life as we knew it.  It’s not the end of our story though.  I wonder if anyone else sees that we’ve bounced back and come into our own.  We’re like the eagle in that respect.  And, like the eagle, we’re more than just a symbol of America – we’re a vital part of this country and we should be proud of what we contribute.  I wonder if anyone else feels this Native American Pride – a pride not based on solidarity for what our relations collectively survived in the past, but based on what we have accomplished since then and where we are now.

Thoughts like that made me want to walk the Trail of Tears even more.  My goals include bringing attention to the National Historic Trail, maybe teaching some history to people I meet along the way.  But mostly I want to start a conversation with my fellow Native Americans about moving forward even as we keep our past in our hearts.  I invite them all to join me as I do the same, one step at a time.
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February 01, 2011 at 8:28am
The chapter in American history on Indian Removal policy instituted by our
own beloved president from Tennessee, Andrew Jackson, is one of the
ugliest blights on this nation. It is well to remember it, not to demonize
the president, or the congress that passed the act, or the soldiers that
enforced it, or the citizens that took their lands over. No, our reasons
for remembering and studying this or any other horrific event in American
history is to determine why and how it happened in order to prevent this
or similar events from ever happening again.

I can't say that we have ever made amends for this tragedy, and it may not
be possible some 180 years later. Nevertheless, there are plenty of
shining moments in our history, and one of my favorites is the much forgotten
Berlin Air Lift. After the Soviet Union stopped all transportation in and
out of East Germany going to free West Berlin, we with the help of our
allies mounted around the clock air flights in and out of West Berlin
until the Soviets finally relented and opened traffic up between West
Germany and West Berlin. That was one of innumerable grand chapters in
American history. We have been the beacon of liberty for millions of
immigrants; we ended slavery and segregation; we gave equal rights to
minorities and women; we liberated Europe twice; we prevented the over run
of Korea and Taiwan; we expelled evil dictators in Granada, Panama, Kosovo
and Iraq, these are just a few of the grand chapters in American history.

Yes, the Trail of Tears is a dreadful chapter in our history. We have always had problems and we have done wrong, but let us learn lessons from these mistakes and vow never again! And let us continue to write grand and inspiring chapters in the American history book.

Drive on Comanche Cooper!
February 01, 2011 at 1:58pm
Good words, but some of the chiefs of sub chiefs were involved in signing the land to the gov.. They said it was to keep blood shed and death down. It also lined the pockets of some of the more elete Indians of that time. That is how they got the name "APPLE" hence Red on the outside and white on the inside. Regardless of what people think and say the majority of white people was for the Native Americans, only the wealthy whites gained anything out of this transaction. Native Americans are still looseing land and get thing taken from them. I know this for a fact from the Sioux they are trying to take some land. I know because I set in on the council meeting at Sisseton South Dakota,at th Lake Traverse Rez.. Also I set in on one council meeting at the Navajo Center at Window Rock Az. about the Co. called Piedmont is still trying to get the gov. to help them get the rights to mine some of the Dine and Hopi land for coal and other minerals. I could go on but until we get all the tribes to gather as one, and with the help of the white people that care there will be no end of the shame.
February 05, 2011 at 9:02pm
Should be walking facing traffic tn law and good idea to keep from getting hit from behind good luck to him.
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