Many of us remember learning and singing the bubbly little pre-school nursery rhyme "Ten Little Indians" as we sat in a circle with our legs crossed, Indian style.
In his book Metaphysics of Modern Existence (1979), Vine Deloria, Jr.
I am trying to write this day without mentioning the lost European’s name. There are store sales in his honor. That’s a distinctly American thing; if you are a dead white man that did something spectacular, you would know because they create sales offers in your name.
The squall of outrage that has erupted in the 72 hours since footage of Massachusetts GOP Senate campaign staffers pantomiming the "tomahawk chop" and issuing war whoops initially emerged confounds logic and strains credulity.
Let me be crystal clear: The anti-Indian, federal Indian law idea-system has no legitimacy when viewed from the perspective of our original existence as the free and independent nations and peoples of this part of the world.
The senatorial race in Massachusetts is too close to call—between incumbent Senator Scott Brown, Republican, and Harvard Law Professor Elizabeth Warren, Democrat—and could decide which party controls the U.S. Senate.
On the National Mall in Washington D.C there is the Jewish Holocaust Museum. Most people have only a superficial knowledge of what this museum stands for.
With football and the fall season—which is always tough for Native folks because of the U.S.’s insistence on honoring Columbus, the awful Pocahontas Halloween costumes, and the ever-present Thanksgiving mythology of the goodness of the pilgrims and the simple-mindedness of Indigenous people—fast
A while ago someone asked me if we should ask for an apology from Matt Lauer for his Indian-giver slight that occurred during
Let me make it clear: I don’t write to denounce present-day Catholicism or the Christian faith.
French officials recently inaugurated a commemoration of a dark part of their nation's history: the largest mass arrests of Jews in France, July, 1942. More than 13,000 people were deported to death camps in a matter of days.
What in the present atmosphere of the Anglo American existence makes it acceptable for someone to ridicule, demean and dehumanize non-Anglo people and then try to justify what they have said as “humor”?
Comfort is a curious thing. In the right amounts it's like a miracle drug. Or maybe it's more specific like a panacea or nepenthe for the lovesick hopeless romantic who can't seem to get over the woman he lost. "God, I just want to forget her!" he begs on his knee in his gloomy room.