Author's Note: I originally wrote this article for the magazine Winds of Change back in 2002, published by the American Indians Science and Engineering Society (AIESES).
Some of us who have embarked on a path of intellectual work have also worked throughout our lives with spiritual leaders so that our intellectual efforts and work is grounded in ceremony and prayer.
Chris Stevens was everything we should want an ambassador to be, and by “we” I mean both tribal governments and colonial governments.
We are living in historic times for Indian Country. As we are still celebrating the confirmation of Diane Humetewa, the first Native American woman who will serve as a Federal Judge, there is another opportunity for a historic ‘first’ at our fingertips.
Some say—in Indigenous and non-indigenous cultures—that true leaders are born, not made.
My ideas about liberation came from my father and my relatives, and are informed by my observations and experiences with my family, Diné community and my readings in feminisms, Native Studies and decolonization.
Indian country has suffered for the past three years because the "Montana Mafia" has controlled the Bureau of Indian Affairs (BIA). They have controlled the course of the BIA without regard for the entirety of Indian country.
Memorial Day, once called Decoration Day, is meant as a day to remember all those who have died while in military service. This Memorial Day I think it important that you remember the day from a military mind. It is not about you or your vacation.
Greetings from the Chiefs, Clanmothers, Faithkeepers, and people of the Haudenosaunee Six Nations Confederacy, People of the Longhouse.
Mitakuyapi, Cante waste napeciyuzapi.
In reading over the 2013 State of Indian Nations address by outgoing President Jefferson Keel of the National Congress of American Indians (NCAI), a number of talking points of emphasis stood out as compelling subjects for further examination.
Once, at a tribal consultation meeting, Larry Echo Hawk, Assistant Secretary of Indian Affairs, asked me to join him for lunch. Upon learning that I was a member of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma, he asked about my opinion of the Freedmen issue.
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.”