Cherokee Nation citizens had a set plan for our Cherokee National Holiday weekend.
Wow, we have been getting lots of requests for membership in EONM (Eradicating Offensive Native Mascotry) as a result of our increased visibility through Social Media and as a coordinated effort to do just what our name says, e
Susan Shown Harjo's June 23 article in Politico, “The R-Word Is Even Worse Than You Think,” regarding the issue of the Washington, D.C. NFL team, was excellent.
The chorus of calls for changing the name of Washington's professional football team continues to grow. The National Congress of American Indians (NCAI), the National Coalition of Civil Rights, half of the U.S. Senate, and the President have each voiced their support for a name change.
As a retired federal law enforcement officer and Native American, I believe it important to enter the conversation relating to the Washington Redskins Original Americans Foundation (OAF), the National Native American Law Enforcement Association (NNALEA), and Gary Edwards’ connection to both.
“Black” is the most multi-cultured of all Earth’s peoples. It all began with exchanges between Native folks and African sailors/explorers long before European contact; and later, when female slaves were raped by their white slave masters and had children.
The book America: Imagine the World Without Her (2014), by Dinesh D’Souza, is an effort to attack U.S. President Barack Obama.
The Washington Redskins... There, I said it. Those three words alone will probably generate a slew of debates all over social media once this article hits the internet waves. In my opinion, that’s as it should be.
Dear Attorney General Holder:
“Our cheerleaders dressed up one of our own [students] in a Halloween ‘Pokehottie’ costume and tied her to a stake after dragging her out on the field in shackles against her will. They proceeded to dance around her, acting as if they were beating her and treating her like a slave.
Not just Americans, but the entire globe.
People know that the founders didn't mean it then, nor does this nation mean it now. Sure the words were written down, and our leaders frequently point to them as evidence that we are good. But no one really meant them.
Every so often I hear complaints about how tired people are about being politically correct. It’s something that gets thrown around a lot these days, especially with the debate about ethnic team names and mascots. And it’s revealing of something more insidious than many people realize.
I was conducting some very serious research on priapism in the ranks of Custer’s 7th Cavalry when I stopped to read a feculent piece in The Denver Post Opinion section.
One of my earliest memories is sitting on the porch of Fey’s house with my great Uncle Leonard Super and my brother listening to a broadcast full of static of San Francisco Giants baseball as described by the dulcet tones of Lon Simmon’s mellifluous voice.