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so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
The man crying is George Gillette, tribal chairman of the Mandan, Arikara, and Hidatsa tribes of North Dakota in 1948. He was forced under the threat of death of all his people to sign over the tribes’ homeland on the fertile floodplain of the Missouri River in order to build the Garrison Dam.
The final settlement legislation denied tribes’ right to use the reservoir shoreline for grazing, hunting, fishing or other purposes, including irrigation development and royalty rights on all subsurface minerals within the reservoir area.
After the dam was constructed, the three tribes were scattered, their communities and extended families flung to different shores of the 200-mile-long Lake Sakakawea.
This is what your freedom and democracy is built on.
Hey remember when they found over 200 bodies of native children buried behind a residential school and the world cared for... what, a week?
They've counted about 6,000-7,000 now, for those of you who do still care
so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
And people say that Canada is the nicer America
so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
Native Americans march in solidarity with Palestine
Denver, Colorado USA
© Malek Asfeer
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It’s a fantastic alternative to all the “native-inspired” blankets and textiles you’ve seen.
If you decide to riot/revolt/protest/whatever you want to call it/whatever you do, for your rights as a human being that are being stripped from you...please be careful and stay safe ❤️
pretty latina native baby 🍰
im sorry to drop this long ass post but i think i meed a second opinion
okay so all my native folks i have a dilemma and an existential crisis and im genuinely uncertain if im like, unintentionally trying to appropriate a culture i dont actually belong to, or if im trying to actively join my community.
so i am largely white, and i am translucent, and my moms side of my family is an amalgamation of french, abenaki, and i think some german. however, for the few years of my life where i was fully under my parents jurisdiction with little outside contact, i was sort of raised outside of culture. culture-adjacent. barely anything you could call heritage except for antique family photos, the occasional mention of a great grandparent, and addiction problems. no traditions. little community. barely any family stories. and when i finally started forming a personality around 7 or so, and meeting humans and talking to them i realized oh shit, everyone has like.... a place. a group.
my french canadian friends visit family in canada every summer, my british and irish friends visit the uk and shit, my portuguese friends eat portueguese food and do their hair different. the people born and raised in my middle of buttfuck nowhere massachusetts town are all the worst and going nowhere. my black friends have a group of friends that know what their life is like
and i was looking for my place as this lost 7 year old. i didnt fit with the hillbilly, learned to rode on a tractor family. i definitely didnt fit with the rich uptight texas family. i didnt fit with the town i was in. and i was going through my genealogy, and talking to my family members, and i learned about my abenaki family members. theyre kinda distant but i do feel liek i fit with them. am i doing a bad? is this internalized racism? im sleep deprived and struggling and i dont wanna hurt anyone or hurt anyone elses culture or insert myself where i dont belong please someone help
#ME
Found this out walking! Tentatively identified as a Plainview projectile. 9000 to 10,000 yrs old.
Please open if you can. And if someone can help me, I’m new at this.
Officer: “how old are you?”
Me, a person in a derealization episode who has no clue who I am, let alone my age: going to check my ID
The officer will now shoot me for reaching.
If you’re wondering how it is being a poc in America, this post should sum it up pretty well.
I promised a part two so here it goes. My letter to America and racism culture within Italian American culture.
50 years ago I wouldn’t be white. I mean, I’m not white. But I wouldn’t have had white on my passport (don’t ask me why it’s white on my passport) because I’m Italian. I’m not even Italian I’m Sicilian but to most Americans that’s the same thing. They think I’m being pompous and obnoxious about where I’m from. Like I’m more special than other Italian Americans. But like.. no? The opposite in fact??
Back in Italy, Sicilians aren’t white. Sicilians are dirty. They’re mixed and disgusting and their skin is too dark and they’re too poor. Back in Italy, my accent alone tells people what they need to know. So how does that relate to me, here in America?
In America, existing is confusing. My mother (the whitewashed Tsalagi woman) thinks I’m white on my dad’s side. “But Tala why the fuck does this matter?” I hear someone asking. Because you need to understand the difference between being Italian and Sicilian. It boils down to the fact that Sicily was colonized a trillion times. We had to do genetic testing for medical reasons, here’s what I found out. I’m Arab, black, unspecified Asian (dunno why they couldn’t specify), Greek, Italian, and ofc white and Native American. Those last two are from mummy dearest. Everything else is from my dad. Sicily is a mixed race culture. That’s why Sicilians look so different from each other. Because it’s not a genetic set, it’s mixing races. It’s a beautiful thing and a beautiful culture, but being Sicilian doesn’t make you white. You can be a white Sicilian the same way I’m Arab-Greek Sicilian, but it’s not an automatic designation.
If you’re sitting here wondering why the hell that matters, dw so did my friends before I explained it. Imma give you some examples of things that happened to me.
In meetings at the balboa park house of Italy, saying I’m Sicilian got me a ticket to having change my shirt bc a 40 year old woman purposely spilled her wine on me.
In 2023 I got called a Dago (a slur I haven’t heard used as one since my incredibly fucking Sicilian history teacher explained its use in America back in the day) because I had a Sicilian flag on the back of my jacket.
So yeah racism against Sicilians is still a thing and I’m tired of some of y’all acting like it isn’t.
There are some VERY interesting dynamics in mixed whitewashed Native culture and I’m here to be pissy about them.
To start, I’m a mixed Sicilian/Tsalagi person. “Oh but what or who is a Tsalagi” great question! Cherokee folks.
With that in mind, let’s continue!
I think it very interesting how society treats native folks. My grandpops moved from the Rez when he was like two. He never knew his culture, because his parents didn’t want him to. They wanted him to be a tan white guy. Because that assimilation into the white culture of the 50’s and 60’s was a good choice in their eyes. So he didn’t get stories, he didn’t get tattoos, he didn’t get to go to powwows or hang around with the cousins and their dogs. He was in rural Oklahoma. So how does that relate to me?
I didn’t know I’m Native American. I didn’t know I was anything until one day my grandpops told me that his parents didn’t move him off the reservation so I could go around acting a damn fool. I didn’t know that there was people to connect with, stories to tell. I didn’t even know what Tsalagi meant. I didn’t know what the nut porridge we ate in winter was called. I’ve learned more from my school experience than my home experience on what it means to be native. I’ve learned more from the perspective of trying to be a “white” ally than anything else.
So give people grace. If grandma was a Cherokee princess, whatever. Yeah, don’t gotta listen to them. But if grandma was adopted out to a white family, leave them alone. So what if they call themselves Cherokee? So fucking what if they have no clue what the language is or what the stories are or what the food is or the culture or what the fuck a ribbon skirt is. Leave them alone. Better yet, educate them. (Not you white people, I’m talking about actual native people here) Tell them your stories! Tell them the traditions! Show them the food and the regalia and everything else they missed in their family’s choice to assimilate. Show them our culture.
There will be a part two to this about Sicilian culture and how it translates to being American where you aren’t dirty or “colored” (direct translated quote) you’re just fucking white and get over yourself (that’s the view on Sicilians not the view I hold as a Sicilian)
Photo credit: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2783189/We-feel-disrespected-Anger-Seattle-City-Council-gives-Columbus-Day-boot-replacing-Indigenous-Peoples-Day.html
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I know I don’t have a large following. I know this post will get lost in the sea of other posts. I know I don’t come on here often, and when I do I try to keep my page free from death and other serious topics. Yet, I think this is imperative to say, especially since I myself am of indigenous descent. I ask all of you to join me in solidarity.
Cole Brings Plenty, actor, model, and most importantly activist was found dead. He was assaulted in a club in Lawrence, Kansas. He was killed and his braids; a symbol of his heritage, of his Lakota decent, and a sacred symbol across many an indigenous nation, were forcibly cut.
I beg of thee and I plead with thee, spread the word. Do your part, however big or little, to bring light to this situation. Whether it be by reblogging this post or others alike, or by going out and making a stand. Do it.
Shed light on the situation. This goes beyond the death of one man. It is about the abuse and the destruction of natives and their communities. Of the killing of many an innocent soul. Of the brutalization of many First Nations.
We have seen time and time again, many indigenous people die by similar means. We need to bring light on the deaths of any and all indigenous individuals dead, missing or at risk. It is an epidemic, an assault, and a silent cleansing of many a nation.
Whether it be the estimated 6,000 dead at the hands of Canadian residential schools, the murdered and missing indigenous women and children, or the killing of an actor and activist, you cannot deny the sheer abhorrence of this problem. The problem of many Native American people dying, going missing and being abused, at an alarming rate. At a level unprecedented and unparalleled, at a level of which should not be kept silent.
Cole Brings Plenty, actor, model, activist.
Look at him and spread awareness for him and for many others befallen by the same fate.
Remember him. Remember all of the others. Let nobody else befall the same fate again.
