When people mention Long Island in New York, the image that most people get is what pop culture has had to offer. To most people, it is an island and serves as the retreat of the famous and wealthy who want to stay close to New York City.
It is the season of the Native. We have just completed our World Renewal ceremonies, Columbus Day, Halloween (please don’t dress as a “brave” or Pocahottie), November is Native American Heritage month. Oh boy this is our time of the year.
Beneath the debate over the name of the Washington NFL football team is an underlying truth: the vast majority of Americans have a limited—and often mistaken—understanding of Native American history.
I have gotten e-mail recently asking what is up with me and Tim Giago since I had not written articles criticizing him over the past year. Actually I had unilaterally declared a moratorium on criticizing Tim; and I must confess, it felt good.
I have been spending less time with my writing as of late as I have been prepping for a second round with the Veteran's Administration.
Something of the sentiment and thrust current in the American Indian/Indigenous world of the Americas was evident in a recent session in Lima, Peru.
On October 6, 2014, in a packed Seattle city hall council chambers room, the Seattle city council voted unanimously to rename the second Monday in October, the federal holiday Columbus Day, to Indigenous Peoples’ Day for the city of Seattle.
After a very long trip, we've finally made it to your shores, we bring with us greed, corruption and disease by the spores.
We'll conceive Manifest Destiny for ourselves so strategically, it doesn't have a place for you though, and will end for you tragically.
Yav Pa Irihiv-Happy New Year in the Karuk language. Our new year is at the dark of the moon in September to coincide with our Pikyavish or World Renewal ceremonies. Our Tribe, like many, has a lunar calendar with 13 months. Jewish people have a 13-month calendar as well.
I intended to take a hiatus from writing for a while to deal with personal issues, but a YouTuber named Ami Pacheco inspired me to write again. You can see his thought provoking video here.
I remember a friend saying to me once, “Chris, you’re not a real Indian. And if you are, you’re the whitest Indian I know.”
When I was a kid, I started writing, scribbles in pink-bound notebooks, sonnets in sky-shaped clouds, and, squatting down in the country-side, I scrawled some unknown quantity like Jesus of Nazareth writing in the sand.
It’s an interesting time to be indigenous.
The title is paraphrased from a comic bit from the legendary Paul Mooney.