It dawned on me recently that the title of Lewis Hanke’s classic book, The Spanish Struggle for Justice in the Conquest o
The highly publicized auction of 1,940 acres in the Black Hills of South Dakota known to the Oceti Sakowin as Pe’ Sla, The Heart of Everything that Is, has been cancelled.
Right now, The Oceti Sakowin (comprising the Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota People, and also referred to as the Great Sioux Nation) is battling against the clock to save Pe’ Sla, one of our most sacred sites.
In 1942, the renowned legal scholar Felix Cohen famously wrote about the Spanish origin of Indian rights in the federal Indian law conceptual system of the United States.
As the wind breathes out of Wind Cave in my face, I am reminded of the creation of humans and my own small place in this magnificent world. Wind Cave National Park is named for the cave itself, called Washun Niya, or the Breathing Hole of Mother Earth by the Lakota People.
Once in a while a book comes along that is transformative. Murder State, by Brendan Lindsay, is such a book. Recently released by University of Nebraska Press, Murder State is heart- wrenching and deeply informative.
The latest bad news about Indian reservations is getting worse; but there is a silver lining.
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.
Given that a capitol dome is part of what constitutes domination of and by “the State,” it makes sense to talk in terms of ‘The Domeland," rather than ‘The Homeland." If we were living a science fiction story—and often these days it feels as if we are—the narrative could easily include "the Depar
“…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.
As a kid, to me the Fourth of July was all about one thing: fireworks. I grew up in the country in the Dakotas, where lighting off fireworks was pretty much a rite of passage for reservation kids.
Today, July 4, the United States of America celebrates its Declaration of Independence from the British Empire.
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.