Sacaton, Arizona

Sacaton (Pima: Geʼe Ki:) is a census-designated place (CDP) in Pinal County, Arizona, United States. The population was 1,584 at the 2000 census. It is the capital of the Gila River Indian Community.

Geography

Sacaton is located at 33°4′48″N 111°44′45″W / 33.08000°N 111.74583°W / 33.08000; -111.74583 (33.079911, -111.745784).

According to the United States Census Bureau, the CDP has a total area of 2.4 square miles (6.2 km2), all of it land.

Demographics

As of the census of 2000, there were 1,584 people, 378 households, and 303 families residing in the CDP. The population density was 667.1 people per square mile (258.1/km²). There were 387 housing units at an average density of 163.0/sq mi (63.0/km²). The racial makeup of the CDP was 1.96% White, 95.01% Native American, 0.06% Asian, 0.63% from other races, and 2.34% from two or more races. 7.07% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race.

There were 378 households out of which 40.7% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 26.2% were married couples living together, 41.3% had a female householder with no husband present, and 19.6% were non-families. 15.3% of all households were made up of individuals and 5.8% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 3.80 and the average family size was 4.12.

Sacaton (village)

Sacaton or Socatoon was a village of the Maricopa people, established above the Pima Villages, (now the Gila River Indian Community) after the June 1, 1857 in the Battle of Pima Butte where it appears a few months later in the 1857 Chapman Census. Sacaton village lay on the Gila River, 3.75 miles west of modern Sacaton.

The 1858-1861 Socatoon Station of the Butterfield Overland Mail located four miles east of the village took its name from this village.

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A lifetime of scrutiny
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One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight!
The faces and the names
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It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Wither the path and whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny




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