My mother would have been 84 today. She made the journey in 2007. Love you, miss you mom, with all my heart.
Your son,
John 🤍🎂✨
Both my parents were orphaned at an early age. After their boarding school internment they met and fell in love in Rapid City, South Dakota. My mother lived in her unci’s (grandmother’s) house by herself when she was only 14. My dad was 14 too. All they had were each other.
My mother became pregnant at 16 so my dad worked two jobs to support them. He would unload sacks of potatoes at the train station from dusk till dawn. Then go home, have breakfast, shower and go to his day job. My father had an incredibly strong work ethic. He then joined the AF.
B/c the criminal Trump has proven time and again that he is, in fact, a menace to the Native community.
I’d love nothing more than to vote for a leader who possesses a higher degree of compatibility with the Native recovery agenda. A man or woman who legit respects and is knowing of the cultural and historical narrative vis-a-vis colonization and it’s residual traumatic affects.
A collection of oral history from the Lakota/Cheyenne/Arapaho perspective.
“Crazy Horse rode up to Short Bull after the first Reno fight, Short Bull said, "niȟ’aŋ hí yeló. Kičhízap kiŋ hí nayašna yeló"
“Too late, you've missed the fight.”