On this day of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls, and 2 Spirit Awareness I honor my Great Great Grandmother Louisa (Yahola) Scott who lost her life in 1900 to violence that is still all too familiar to us today.
I don't know what she looked like. To be honest the only thing I know about her life are the details of her death, a senseless act of brutality that shouldn't be the only thing that defines her.
That it does is emblematic of a problem that 121 years after her death is still echoing across our Nations.
I will give her a voice today and every day until our targeted destruction,
an epidemic that is a continuation of our genocide, is finally taken seriously enough to be brought to a definitive end.
Raise your voice with me for my ancestor, for so many lives lost, and for those yet to come who deserve a world better than the one we have now.
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Non WOC know this: the blocked access to women's reproductive care and choices that you're about to face are hurdles we as WOC already know, understand, and have lived with this entire time.
I was once severely pressured to get an IUD I did not want. It took me an hour to convince my doctor to give me the birth control method I had researched and chosen.
Even as she wrote the Rx she told me it would be a few days for it to be effective so I'd better grab a couple of condoms "or, better yet, just dump the entire bowl in your purse".
I didn't have one. Instead I gave my child up for adoption. It was the worst best decision I've ever made. I believe as a parent you do what is best for your child and sometimes that means accepting that you aren't it.
It took me years to get over the grief and loss. Yes, even though it was my decision it's still the loss of a child and must be dealt with as such. Took me years of therapy to learn to live with it and forgive myself. Twenty seven years later and I still have bad days.
I am lucky in that I had insurance that was able to cover my therapy and medications as I worked through my devastation. It's not an exaggeration to say I would be dead without them.
That Time Natives Gave @MLB Commissioner Rob Manfred An Award: A Thread
Last week MLB Commissioner Rob Manfred decided that racial justice for Natives is over by announcing he was cool with the @braves racist name, chop, and chant.
Rob Manfred knows he's the best ever at solving all of the Native baseball racism because he has one Native friend, the National Congress of American Indians @NCAI1944, who gave him an award for it in 2019.
What people don't understand is that you can do and participate in things that are racist without being racist yourself. It's your understanding of what you are doing or participating in that makes the difference.
Lets talk about your Aunt Bea.
Aunt Bea loves baseball and is a huge ATL fan. She became a fan when they were the Boston Bees because it tickled her that they shared a name. Her fandom continued when they became the Boston @braves, then the Milwaukee braves, and now as Atlanta.
I was going to answer individually but, shockingly, Atlanta fans vocabulary is really limited so they just repeat each other. Here's my response.
Yes I: am fat, have blue bangs, could eat more salads
No I: am not a guy, white, going to fuck myself/die
Oh! And...
For those simply tweeting my profile pic I feel bad that you can't use your words so here's some more for you to choose from so I don't get bored. Again.
Thanks for the chance to look at some really great memories!
What I'd really like is to go back to not having to talk about this but I made a promise to my kid in 2014. She was told in a college class that racism against Natives didn't matter because of the Washington, Cleveland, Atlanta, and KC names and mascots.
I promised her that I'd do everything in my power to make sure she never had to hear anything like that again.
I failed.
Two months later a woman who was upset that she had to wait for something in a retail setting due to a technical issue called my kid a wetback beaner. My kid bowed up and informed her she was Native. The lady then called her a retarded redskin.