Rape in Indian country has recently become the subject of partisan campaign fodder and, even worse, systemic racism in Washington, D.C.
As a kid, to me the Fourth of July was all about one thing: fireworks. I grew up in the country in the Dakotas, where lighting off fireworks was pretty much a rite of passage for reservation kids.
When addressing justice for American Indians the subject is often sensitive and at times things can get very controversial. No matter the results, eventually we all deal with it and move on.
It is common to see the term “conspiracy” used in a disparaging manner, especially when it comes to such issues as the JFK assassination and 9/11.
Historical accounts of the European treatment of American Indians are marked by the little noticed phenomenon of dehumanization.
A senate candidate in Massachusetts has been accused of playing Indian to gain employment advantage and the Supreme Court has t
The history of Oklahoma—a Choctaw word meaning “Red People”—has done everything it could to finish the job the U.S.
No right-wing GOP chubby-belly apologist would dare attempt to persuade civil rights activist Al Sharpton into believing that black-faced caricatures of young African Americans, clad in ripped overalls and Afros, are not disrespectful.
In western South Dakota, it’s all about perception. If you are Indian, or appear to be Indian, you are routinely judged by the color of your skin regarding the content of your character. If you are white, there is also a set of assumptions made by those standing on the other side.
Amid the current election excitement and heightened national focus on the politics of women’s issues, Congressional efforts to reauthorize the Violence
Last month’s racially motivated killings in Oklahoma, perpetrated by Cherokee Indian Jake England and his white roommate against membe
I listen to NPR nearly every morning just to have some background noise as I fry up an egg, toast a tortilla, and put an ice-cube in my tea so I can gulp it down before scrambling to find my keys and a clean pair of socks. Most days the most relevant news for my life is the weather report.
I have for some time been analyzing the “ecology of fear” and the climate of hatred it generates to feed the growing menace of presumably random acts of violence in Arizona such as last year’s shooting of Rep. Gabrielle Giffords.
It was 1:30 p.m.