Personal History

January 06, 2016
By:
Terese Mailhot

When my sister’s dates pulled into our driveway my mother would yell, “Here comes Honky!” My sister was always livid, embarrassed, but still, she went out with white men most of her adult life. I always thought she was a traitor.

December 20, 2015
By:
Terese Marie Mailhot

Leaving the rez is a lot like defecting from the army. Being an Indian is a lot like being drafted, for that matter. We’re chosen people, fighting for our nation’s sovereignty, and a dying breed.

December 11, 2015
By:
Charles Kader

The old union hall sat silently at night.

November 18, 2015
By:
Terese Marie Mailhot

There’s a stigma that Indians where I’m from are broken and dirty. Maybe it’s the water. We boiled water most of my life on the rez because that’s how Mom said she got hepatitis.

November 17, 2015
By:
Jon Antelope

Living cheap is hard enough, but it is harder still in small-town Utah when your Mormon welfare dries up completely.

October 23, 2015
By:
Terese Marie Mailhot

Editor’s Note: The following was previously published in The Burrow Press Review.

July 27, 2015
By:
Terese Marie Mailhot

I was raised to be angry at white women. I’m not blaming it on my mom, but she often said white people brought genocide and disease. “We didn’t even have rats,” she said. “They brought them on their boats!” Smallpox this, she said, colonization that.

May 18, 2015
By:
Mary Annette Pember

On a dark country road in Indian Country, the lessons of childhood come back quickly when the police pull you over. As a nation debates police violence, we should know that Native people are the ethnicity most likely to be killed by law enforcement.

May 10, 2015
By:
Terese Marie Mailhot

I used to be the rez chick, pushing a bundled baby down a gravel road with a stick to ward off dogs. I used to be the rez chick dropping off my baby at subsidized daycare to study for my GED.

April 26, 2015
By:
Terese Marie Mailhot

There was another funeral on the rez last week. This time it was my cousin, Sonny Bobb. This is the fifth death this year, and it's only April. I'm tired of death, and there's no respite.

March 31, 2015
By:
Dennis G. Chappabitty

I engaged in a pitched, life-and-death, brutal, bloody battle with four racist young white men on a lonely dark rural road in Creek County, Oklahoma in 1971. I was a 22-year-old college student and a citizen of the Comanche Nation of Oklahoma.

March 30, 2015
By:
Patricia Paul

What does it take to succeed in life when everyone, in your formative years, abandoned you? It takes determination, smarts and a bit of luck. My life began in January 1954 to a military father and an Inupiaq mother.

January 15, 2015
By:
Chip Livingston

Back in 1998 when I was last spending a solid chunk of time at my mom’s in Molino, Florida, I drove 26 miles north to the Poarch Band of Creek Indians tribal offices near Atmore, Alabama to see if I could volunteer in some capacity while I was home. 

January 12, 2015
By:
Steve Russell

Buying a car will always be a big deal to me.

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