Genocide has found a new disguise: that of adolescent suicide. According to the Indian Health Service, Natives who fall between 10 and 24 years of age have the highest rate of suicide of all racial groups. Despite this epidemic, we’re still failing to address it head on.
“Don’t use that picture of me,” said my mother about one of my recent articles, “I look like I’m right off the reservation.” Her statement was rattled off unthinkingly, but it
The intersection of my identity as a gay man and a Chippewa Cree tribal member begins at the intersection of Route 87 and Highway 448.
On November 28, 2012, Indian Country Today Media Network published this article on the diabetes problem in the Native American community.
A recent study by the economist John Dunham on behalf of the New York Association of Convenience Stores (NYACS) attempted to show that untaxed packs of cigarettes were acquired on a one to one basis for every taxable pack of cigarettes purchased by New York State citizens.
Everything is not a matter of opinion and all opinions are not equal. In the U.S., we frame all policy arguments in terms of liberty, and since we don’t teach critical thought, who wins the framing dispute wins the argument.
Imagine societies where frequent family and community events were held to ensure that all people were provided for and where goods and resources were regularly redistributed so no one would be in need. Traditionally, American Indian societies are like that.
Sometimes when you make a prediction, you hope that you're wrong. More than a year ago, I sounded a warning that prescription painkiller addiction, combined with an uptick in Mexican heroin traffic, was going to result in more suffering in our tribal communities.
Our determination to survive as distinct Indigenous peoples comes from the will of our ancestors. They suffered unspeakable crimes to their spirits and bodies, and we still struggle to beat back this legacy of genocide. To outsiders, it might appear as if the Indian wars are over.
Making a Difference in Tribal Communities Across the Country, by Cathy Abramson
I haven't written anything in a long time. This time of year is always hard on our family. I want to take some time to remember my son, Sky Light. September 8 was six years since the Creator decided it was his time to go.
A typical meeting between two Native people for the first time goes something like this:
“What tribe you from?”
“I’m a Blackfeet from Brownin’.”
“Aaahhh, my uncle is from up that way.”
“Oh yeah, he went to Chemawa with my Dad. I pow-wowed with his kids.”
For most Americans, Thanksgiving has been as a celebration of giving, a day of thanks—thankful to be surrounded by family and friends.
In the coming weeks, we will hear a lot about the budget, the deficit and the need to make hard choices when it comes to federal funding. I agree with that. But the choices also have to be smart choices.