I am a woman of mixed races. I grew up being called a squaw, half-breed, white, redskin and other names—none meant in a good way. I grew up wondering exactly where I fit in. Then I went to an all-Indian technical school.
On February 14, 2014 President Obama began the White House initiative to bring peace to the justice practices of American communities which he named “My Brother’s Keeper.” Today, this initiative continues to address the disparate treatment of African-Americans in
Connecticut activists working on the mascot issue need some suggestions about movies or other cultural events we could use to educate about Indian nations. There’s been some small progress in Connecticut in getting rid of Indian mascots, but not enough.
When there are too many white people at a venue, I get scared. Please don't judge me; my best friend is white (Hi, Rhonda!) I know some great white people, but it is you bad apples who ruin it for your ethnicity.
Adam Sandler, I am a Jew. Although we don’t share the same taste in comedy, I had always loved that you put Jews out there. You made us visible.
Our campaign to end the use of Native American nicknames and mascots by Maine’s public schools has reached the last community, Skowhegan, still clinging to the tenets protected by acceptable institutional racism.
Being Indian in the State of Maine is like living on an iceberg of racism—a raceburg.
It was a cool, late autumn Sunday and the Washington football team was playing a home game.
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.
The conversation on race in our country is changing. Once a subject left to be discussed by civil rights leaders, organizers and a few non-profits, race is now a topic for many.
The American Civil Liberties Union has filed an amicus curiae (“friend of the court”) brief in the federal court appeal of the U.S.
Some of my fondest memories attending the University of Oklahoma were whipping up on frat boys on the intramural football fields and basketball courts in the mid-to-late 1980s. They couldn’t stand me. I was their antithesis.
In 1968, Vine Deloria, Jr.
There has been a lot of media lately regarding cultural insensitivity and/or ignorance at the Oscars and New York City’s Fashion Week. There's always media attention when celebrities are involved.