Circle of violence
It has taken years for women to walk from the extreme violence they are being abused with from their husbands, boyfriends, and even their family members. The list of violence that women have had to live through is long, a few examples sexual harassment, rape, forced abortion, etc.
I recently attended a play put on by a Native production company under the command of the acclaimed Lakota playwright, Larissa FastHorse.
On any given day the Family Justice Center in downtown Minneapolis is filled with individuals seeking help for domestic violence.
As Native people we are no strangers to grief. Profound grief. With a growing literature on historical trauma, we have clearer understandings about how the political realities of colonization have affected us on the individual level.
There is a whole history of massacres against tribes that doesn’t really need to be documented in this story. The history of violence is something that is practically part of Native peoples’ DNA. It’s certainly part of our genetic memory, incorporated into our genetic code.
Right now the police and politicians can openly admit there’s a problem in this country over policing and race. And of all cities for this happen to, Dallas was actually doing something about it.
It is hard to make sense of the horrors of the past couple weeks. We have seen more tragedies with deaths involving the police and men of ethnic backgrounds.
To the Missing and Murdered Aboriginal Women of Canada
As I look into the waters,
I wait slowly as time goes by.
I have to say that I never believed
I would be here, watching my son from the sky...
This disturbed man killed 49 people with a Sig Sauer automatic pistol shooting 30 rounds a minute and so many people got everything so wrong about him and what happened.
I was never raped. I allowed it to happen.
This is the lie I told myself for the past decade.
After the shooting in Orlando, mainstream media outlets reported the shooting as “the worst in U.S. History.” Most Native people and activists knew this to be untrue and took to Twitter and Facebook to fix the headline and clarify.
Like so many other times, I stopped at a gas station just outside the boundary of the Navajo Nation. As I start to pump gas in my SUV for my trip back to Albuquerque, a young Diné woman approaches me and asks if she might catch a ride to Gallup, a bordertown about 15 minutes away.
As much as we’d like to call the Bundy Family Cohorts a bunch of terrorists for taking over an empty so-called federal bunkhouse in the middle of nowhere that was once Paiute land, we can’t because they haven’t killed anyone.
Last Sunday, a group of indigenous women and children chalked statistics, quotes, and hashtags on the downtown sidewalks of Durango, Colorado. I was one of them. We wanted to start a dialogue about why indigenous women in the U.S.