"For thousands of years, tribal members had come to gather food, grasses and medicine near this place called Medicine Creek, known today as McAllister Creek. They dug clams and harvested salmon, waterfowl and other natural treasures while the Treaty Tree flourished in the pure air and rich soil.
It was a wet, cold day when Stevens summoned the tribes to sign the Medicine Creek Treaty that would forever change our lives. Through that treaty, tribes ceded millions of acres of land and ultimately agreed to move to small reservations. But through the treaty we also kept some things to ourselves that were most important to us: the right to fish in all of our traditional places, the right to hunt and the right to gather shellfish and cultural materials.
The Treaty Tree, like us Indians, somehow survived the massive population increase, growing pollution and timber razing in the decades that followed. But like all living things, the Treaty Tree's days were numbered. For many years, drivers on Interstate 5 could still see the old snag as they zoomed past.
This past winter, most of what remained of the Treaty Tree came crashing down during a storm. It happened this past December, the same month that the Medicine Creek Treaty was signed in 1854. About 40 feet of the snag still stands; the rest toppled into the estuary.
As a man of the land and the water, I know this is part of the natural process of returning to the earth from which we all came. I also know that the trees spawned by the historic fir are even now spreading seeds of their own.
The Treaty Tree may have fallen, but the treaties are alive. Treaties are legal contracts between tribal and federal governments and they are as valid today as the day they were signed. Even the U.S. Constitution defines them as 'the supreme law of the land.'"
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Billy Frank Jr.: Time moves on, but treaties remain
(Indian Country Today 3/23)
Treaty tree in Washington
lost to winter storm