As an Indian woman, I am asked many questions, like, “Do you pay for college,” or, “What's my spirit animal?” The question I find most abhorrent is, “Do you feel caught between the old ways and the modern world?”
Polynesians were among the world’s greatest explorers, mastering the science of celestial navigation, which allowed them to explore and colonize the world’s largest ocean at a time when most European vessels dared not venture beyond sight of land.
My name is John Guenther and I have been employed in many positions involving work with people impacted by marijuana. I have seen firsthand the destruction this drug causes.
Given that the United Nations Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues is about to convene in New York for its 14th session, it seems fitting to once again revisit the term “indigenous” in the context of the United Na
Historically, Native nations were bounded but inclusive socio-cultural communities that prided themselves on maintaining distinctive religious-cultural identities while also incorporating--whether through force or invitation--individuals from other indigenous, rac
A little-noticed definition of “civilization” is this: “the forcing of a particular cultural pattern on a population to whom it is foreign.” The key word is “forcing,” which implies some agency that engages in the process of forcing a particular cultural pattern on a population or nation.
To Whom It May Concern:
I was visiting my friend and some of his relatives yesterday and we were discussing the usual happenings on the rez and Indian country in general.
Native women, with their indomitable spirits and ability to create miracles through sheer force of will, are absolutely the reason why the indigenous people of the Western hemisphere managed to survive genocide, against all odds.
We, as Dakota people, have a shared history of exile, pain and grief. Since 1862, we have been working individually and collectively to recover from that pain and renew our beautiful way of life. This is challenging work.
In 1854, Chief Seattle spoke to a group of early settlers. “Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars,” he said.
Let me just say I am a fan of the Irish. Not a lick Irish, but I love the Irish, their music, their tragic sense of humor, resilience—and their food. Well maybe not the food, and I’m not much of a drinker, so not even a Guinness.
Some people may consider my many columns about domination to be an exercise in hyperbole.
In 1968, Vine Deloria, Jr.