Sovereignty is not what it used to be, and I am not speaking of Indian sovereignty in particular. Sometimes I think about the rise of the nation-state with bemusement at the customs of historians.
Native American people and the distinctive nations they belong to exist in a paradoxical world. They are the original nations of North America, a fact that is enshrined in the U.S.
Gli Indiani d'America sono Uomini, Non Hamburger!
“…the guys on the real reservations have no concern about federal recognition. They already have it.”
As opposed to what, “fake” reservations?
Rape in Indian country has recently become the subject of partisan campaign fodder and, even worse, systemic racism in Washington, D.C.
Despite the barbwire fenced entryway, security pat downs, and presence of several armed corrections officers, a sense of freedom filled one corner of the Washington State Penitentiary in Walla Walla on Tuesday, May 22.
Today, July 4, the United States of America celebrates its Declaration of Independence from the British Empire.
It was last Saturday around noon and I was in no mood for banal blather.
When addressing justice for American Indians the subject is often sensitive and at times things can get very controversial. No matter the results, eventually we all deal with it and move on.
June 25 marked the anniversary of the Battle of Little Bighorn, known by some as Custer’s Last Stand and known by the Sioux Indians as Victory Day.
The Indian Civil Rights Act has been a dismal failure, if one considers its original intent; to protect tribal members and others subject to tribal jurisdiction from arbitrary and capr
It is common to see the term “conspiracy” used in a disparaging manner, especially when it comes to such issues as the JFK assassination and 9/11.
Historical accounts of the European treatment of American Indians are marked by the little noticed phenomenon of dehumanization.
Well, folks, Mitt the Mormon has locked the GOP presidential candidacy, and for the first time in 10 years I’m giving serious consideration to spending the morning of Nov. 6 at the beach or bar or breakfast table—anywhere but that vile voting booth.