I’m not an Indian. It’s okay.
Half-breed, mixed-blood, metis… These words are more than familiar to us who are not full-blooded American Indians.
Do you ever get tired of hearing about the plight of the American Redskin? Do you ever get tired of hearing about how pitiful it is to be Native American from our own Native writers, the mainstream American press, and international media outlets? I do. I get pretty sick and tired of it.
Events move fast in the internet age. The Rachel Dolezal “Black Like Me” story had people of every stripe, color, and political persuasion commenting, tweeting, and taking sides.
The following opinion was adapted from a presentation at the roundtable, “The Colonial Politics of Civility: Implications of the Steven Salaita case for Indigenous Studies and Beyond,” held during the Native American and Indigenou
“To many men the sense of domination is sweet...” writes Leonard Barnes in his book Empire or Democracy (1939).
I am writing to you as a concerned citizen of the state of Maine. As you may be aware there has been an ongoing discussion and series of events regarding the Skowhegan High School’s use of the mascot “Indians” for their sports teams.
On most days, I love the products that Hobby Lobby sells and have chosen to overlook many of the reasons the company has received negative press in recent years.
This is a call to athletes to step up and tell sports owners what your personal beliefs are, and refuse to continue to support a racist name. You know who you are and you need to take this very seriously.
I should get paid for how much grief Dan Snyder has caused me. Natives are on everything from butter to sports memorabilia, from Jeep Cherokees to motorcycles, and from tobacco to jerky. We are everywhere and not seeing enough of the jerky.
As the last names of this year’s graduates were announced in Chamberlain you could hear the drum group singers gain strength with this year's honor song. While the song still remains outside this boarder town gymnasium the singing of the song is slowly becoming the norm.
To delve into the waters of tribal recognition is to wade in the muddiest of pools rife with greed, racism and political agendas.
At the moment there has been a flurry of news reports about an unfortunate gesture by a U.S. Senate candidate in California who caricatured an Indian war cry. Apologies are already being made and the dust will soon settle.
For weeks now, I have been struggling to come to terms with what happened in Baltimore since the murder of Freddie Gray and how to write about it in a way that shows humility, respect, empathy, and a feeling of relationship.