Last Thursday the disorderly conduct trial of Trace O’Connell, 41, of Philip, South Dakota wrapped up in Rapid City.
I was raised to be angry at white women. I’m not blaming it on my mom, but she often said white people brought genocide and disease. “We didn’t even have rats,” she said. “They brought them on their boats!” Smallpox this, she said, colonization that.
When I left my job after 28 years as a federal prosecutor to volunteer on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota, I was warned by a friend in the community, “do yourself a favor, never state an opinion about Leonard Peltier.” We both assumed I would opp
Submitted By: George J. Abeyta, Uncle of Stallone Trosper, Teacher/Coach, Fancy Feather Dancer Eastern Shoshone Tribe, Fort Washakie, Wyoming.
The first official national flag of the Confederacy, often called the “Stars and Bars," was flown from March 4, 1861 to May 1, 1863. German-Prussian artist Nicola Marschall in Marion, Alabama, designed it.
The 1960s had a great impact on me.
Patriotism, as defined by the Merriam-Webster dictionary is, “love that people feel for their country”. Though honestly, in my opinion, the patriotism that Americans feel for this country is false, because this country is not theirs.
On July 9 the Associated Press reported that while visiting La Paz, Bolivia, “Pope Francis apologized…for the sins, offenses and crimes committed by the Catholic Church against indigenous peoples during the colonial-era conquest of the Americas,” (story by Nicole Winfield and Frank Bajak).
An innocent woman minding her own business was killed by a convicted felon in the country illegally who was on the streets of San Francisco because the local jail had ignored a “detainer” from Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE).
The past two weeks has reminded Americans of just hard it is to escape the legacy of the Civil War. The Confederate battle flag—a symbol of racism for millions—appears on everything from license plates to string bikinis.
“In Defense of Pocahontas: Disney’s Most Radical Heroine,” written by Sophie Gilbert and published by The
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.