My great-unci (grandmother) was a midwife back in the day, delivering Native babies on the rez, and a few white babies in town. On her 83rd birthday she brought one last new born into the world, the Creator journeyed her home in her sleep. I honor her by keeping her story alive.
When my mother was a girl, she accompanied great-unci Rose as her helper, birthing babies on the reservation. It was great-unci Rose who hid my mother in her basement when the Jesuits from the boarding school came to take her away. Such acts of heroism were commonplace back then.
Great-unci Rose owned a home and a small plot of land on the outskirts of Rapid City, South Dakota. During the freezing winter months she would leave baskets of food and blankets in her fields for the Indians still living “in the wild.” The next day the baskets would be gone.
1 in 3 Navajo have no running water. Navajo Nation water contaminated by uranium mining—‘crickets.’
Indian reservations sit atop land teeming with untapped natural resources. When corporate interests exploit these lands, Natives receive next to nothing in financial compensation. It’s a 500 year long narrative of settlers taking from Native communities—without giving back.
@DebHaalandNM joined the protest at Standing Rock, she opposes fracking as well. Congressional republicans are opposing her confirmation as Secretary of the Interior, citing her actions battling climate change as—too militant. She’s actually the perfect Native woman for the job.
A letter to my brother. Who had a run in with a non-compliant, anti-masker;
Dear Joe,
When they intubate a COVID patient it’s like a scene from the movie alien. A face hugger like myriad of tubes and breathing apparatus’ covers their faces. They’re hooked up to a shit load...
of modules and pumps. The only recourse doctors here have are to infuse the infected with massive amounts of antibiotics and hope and pray their immune systems are able to do the rest. Sometimes it works and the patient lives. But most of the time, death prevails....
They all die alone. What I find most utterly horrific is the sounds they make. A person dying from COVID emits a gurgling noise, you can hear their lungs struggling to flex beneath the enormous weight of the virus. As if they are drowning in their own blood and saliva..
Faith’s arrival into this chaotic world was timed perfectly. White buffalo calf’s are heavy medicine. She will help bring a pervasive measure of cleansing to a planet in the grips of a global pandemic, political turmoil and ecological devastation. Hanhepi was’te, good evening.
‘Lakota prophecy foretold how the birth of a white buffalo calf would be a sign that it would be near the time when she would return again to purify the world. What she meant by that was that she would bring back harmony again and balance, spiritually.’