Thanks to everyone who is including #NativeBook in your anti-racism book lists.
I didn't know what would be happening in the world when it came out, and now I'm trusting it to be the book in needs to be in the world we have right now.
For those who are interested (and white folks, I am especially speaking to you in hopes you'll do this) you can create a virtual book discussion group and follow the guide & intro video I've created:
And please don't stop there.
My book is full of quotes that will lead you to incredible authors who are doing this work and so much more.
Learn from them, too.
RESISTANCE COMMITMENT:
How do we resist?
We resist by breathing,
by gardening,
by telling the truth,
by reading banned books,
by singing love songs,
by grieving,
by trying again,
by not giving up on ourselves,
by challenging what we think we know...
...by knowing that love is always there,
by trusting future generations,
by drawing pictures,
by fighting ableism,
by petting dogs,
by telling your body they matter,
by sending flowers to a tired friend,
by reaching out when you might need flowers...
...by dreaming of an anti-racist world,
by meditating when things get hard,
by being patient with yourself,
by setting healthy boundaries,
by believing in solidarity,
by refusing to "other" your kin,
by writing in that journal,
by saying hello to Mother Earth every day...
“We tried to talk to them about the Religious Freedom Act,” Bear-Schneider said. “We tried to talk to them about our sovereignty. They didn’t want to hear anything.”
An officer can be heard in the video saying, “Sovereign stuff is not valid."
So, here's where we're at. A group of Anishinaabe/Potawatomi leaders gathering a group of people to teach them traditional ways of tapping trees, and police show up because they shouldn't "be in the park after dark," and threaten arrest if they don't leave.
In 1978, the American Indian Religious Freedom Act was passed by President Jimmy Carter so that Indigenous peoples would have protections for religious ceremonies in the US--where are we today? It's clear that Indigenous peoples are a threat to what is "normal" in this nation.
It's that time again, when I get questions from parents about how to approach teachers/schools about problematic teaching regarding Indigenous peoples.
Here's a 5-step plan: 1. Name the problem 2. Share Indigenous resources 3. State your ask 4. Infuse with books 5. Stay invovled
So, step number 1: NAME THE PROBLEM
Tell teachers/administrators what's going on and why you're worried about it. Make it clear and name exactly why you're concerned. Don't shy away from the truth about America's history toward Indigenous people. Do research ahead of time.
Step 2: SHARE INDIGENOUS RESOURCES
What books have you read that shaped this discussion? Who are you learning from? Come with a list of names and organizations that the teachers/admin can use in the future.
So, the title of this article is super problematic, because it once again insinuates that we are nothing but those "merciless Indian savages" unless we learn how to cooperate with or embed ourselves into the settler-colonial government of America.
Will Haaland have some serious power in this position? Absolutely. But let's not perpetuate the stereotype that we are nothing without this government. It's been my personal struggle with voting and participation in democracy--how do we truly exist in this nation?
But the ending to this article also rings true: we want to be seen as people who exist today, and not characters in a western or people who somehow died-off like the dinosaurs.
We are very much here, and we need visibility and representation.
This morning I woke up just pissed at white American Christianity, at all the trauma and hate and death it's caused & the toxic individualism that continues to wreak havoc on our most vulnerable and our society's well-being.
That's it.
Today, I'm just angry, and I get to be.
All the shit we do in the name of God, in the name of Jesus, that is simply a tool to steal one another's humanity and sacredness. So much suffering, throughout history, at the hands of people who are sure they're doing God's bidding.
It's a damn shame.
I dreamt last night I went to a worship service-- singing the songs, kids dancing on stage with adults, a baptism following. I left the church, said, "This isn't for me anymore."
When I woke up, all these memories of trauma/horrific indoctrination just rushed in.