I grew up in the white world. Anyone not white was a minority. In school we learned that Christopher Columbus was a hero who discovered America. Indians fought cowboys in the Old West, and Custer was tragically killed by a huge group of “bad savages."
As a troublemaker I’ve always been ambivalent about the Redskins epithet, because I identify with the redskin that will kill a white dude, scalp him and raise the bloody trophy along with an ear-piercing victory war whoop. Did I make that ritual up?
It was a chilly Massachusetts morning in the fall. Grandpa and I were checking out of the extended-stay hotel and the manager Darryl Robinson came to help us carry our belongings to the car. He was an older black gentleman; tall, with hands that had seen some hard manual labor.
For quite some time, the Washington Redskins or Cleveland Indians mascots' images never bothered me.
Ahh, yes. Halloween is just around the corner. Time for pumpkin carving, Trick-Or-Treating, and women dressed like two-dollar hookers wearing headdresses.
Perhaps all of the recent anger and unrest in the world means humanity is moving towards something better. Perhaps these are birth pains pushing us towards light.
As a long-time Tribal attorney who has for years fought racism leveled against Tribes and individuals by various external groups and institutions of state, local and federal agencies, I was shocked to have to confront racist ideals voluntarily incorporated into Tribes’ own workers compensation pr
As the chairman and vice chairman of the National Indian Gaming Association, we offer this Columbus Day message on behalf of the 184 tribes that form our organization.
Mainstream America remains totally unaware of the biological and cultural bonds that exist between African slaves and American Indians—a people created by expulsion, slavery, racism and war caused the collision of cultures that became the crucible of destruction by force, but later provided the t
We all know it’s that time of year. I wrote about it around the same time last year.
I love teaching. I love how students are open to new information and give critical thought about contemporary social issues. Mostly, I teach about social injustices that accompany the experience of being racialized (labeled) as not-white.
In a series of columns keying on Martin Luther King’s iconic “I Have a Dream” speech, I’ve asked Indians to dream.