The NFL kicks off their first full slate of games on Sunday and the Washington R**skins will host their season opener against the Miami Dolphins.
This column goes out to Chiitaanibah Johnson, who I don’t know but I feel like I know.
I had just moved to beautiful Manatee County, Florida. I decided to walk around my new neighborhood, where I had just purchased a mobile home.
Change doesn’t end with a court ruling.
Over the years I’ve encountered an interesting question usually posed by Canadian or American functionaries and sometimes one of their citizens that goes like this: “Do you really think that a little community of [whatever number] deserves the same rights as a country like Canada or the U.S.?” Ou
Cecil the lion has me rethinking my style choices. I might opt for some hair teasing and furry suits. Maybe we’ve been going about ‘Native Lives Matter,’ all wrong. We’re silly to think the public would care about brown bodies—let’s be cats instead.
Last Thursday the disorderly conduct trial of Trace O’Connell, 41, of Philip, South Dakota wrapped up in Rapid City.
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.
Submitted By: George J. Abeyta, Uncle of Stallone Trosper, Teacher/Coach, Fancy Feather Dancer Eastern Shoshone Tribe, Fort Washakie, Wyoming.
The first official national flag of the Confederacy, often called the “Stars and Bars," was flown from March 4, 1861 to May 1, 1863. German-Prussian artist Nicola Marschall in Marion, Alabama, designed it.
The 1960s had a great impact on me.
An innocent woman minding her own business was killed by a convicted felon in the country illegally who was on the streets of San Francisco because the local jail had ignored a “detainer” from Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE).
I’m not an Indian. It’s okay.
Do you ever get tired of hearing about the plight of the American Redskin? Do you ever get tired of hearing about how pitiful it is to be Native American from our own Native writers, the mainstream American press, and international media outlets? I do. I get pretty sick and tired of it.