I'm a member of the White Earth Chippewa Tribe. I didn't choose my parents. I grew up on many reservations. Most tribes at every turn have been ripped off by their tribal council members. Look at my tribe or the Crow tribe. Crow had 3 Tribal Chairman go to the Federal Pen. In 1988 they threw the Indians a bone to allow for casino gaming, to try to let them make a few bucks. The something-for-nothing mentality of gaming!
The American Dream does not sneak up on you and hit you over the head with a baseball bat. If not here? Where? If not now? When? If not you? Who? Success is where opportunity and hard work meet. At 14 I was hauling bales working in a hot hay field in North Dakota. At 15 I hired out to a ranch in Montana while my parents lived on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. My summer job all through High school was working on a ranch in Montana. Pay was $200 per month working 6 days a week. My last year it increased to $300 per month. Wow.
Know what? I have worked 55 years of my 70 on this planet. I am tired. You want a good life? Work for it. Strap it on. Forget your skin color. Grow a pair and shut the fuck up and work your ass off. Think it is better elsewhere? Then fucking move. Or shut the fuck up.
CEO & Partner, Parisian Family Office. Began Wall Street career in 1982. Founded investment firm, Native American Advisors, 1995. White Earth Chippewa, Tribal Member. Raised on reservations. Conservative. NYSE/FINRA arbitrator. Pureblood, clot-shot free. In a world elevated on a tech-driven dopamine binge, he trades from Ghost Ranch on the Yellowstone River in MT, TN farm, Pamelot or CASA TULE', their winter camp in Los Cabos, Mexico. Always been, and will always be, an optimist.
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