Bringing an end to domestic violence and drug abuse by the run.
I will not be another white person telling an Indian what they need. I confess, I came to their reservation to feel like a hero. I did not realize my need to feel seen that way was a form of violence. I was also unaware of how racist I was, until I met an evil man who happened to be native, and I couldn’t see it, because it was politically incorrect to do so -- and because he was my friend.
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes... Continue Reading →
“The Plains and Pacific Coast Indians ranged over larger expanses of land in their search for plants, animals, and shelter to meet their needs, and adopt seasonal homes to take advantage of natural bounty of different areas during different times of the year. Their movements were directed by natural events such as annual salmon spawning... Continue Reading →
Chase Iron Eyes Arrested Along with Water Protectors on Last Child Hill The conversation on treaty rights and water rights is rekindled by civil resistance at Oceti Oyate. We could see the police forces amassing in the north of the Backwater Bridge on 1806 from Last Child Hill. The bridge was the site of the... Continue Reading →
Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n. John Milton -- Paradise Lost, Book 3. Approaching the Bear In the first week of his presidency, Donald J. Trump... Continue Reading →
Have you challenged a trained killer to a fight only to end up crying in his arms? Did you go to Burning Man exclusively to fight this person? I did. Was it worth it? Burning Man is always worth it. So was the cry. Alaska The graveled boatyard in Dillingham consisted of rusted... Continue Reading →
“What, after all, is an animal worth, or a mountain, or a redwood tree, or an hour of human life? The market gives us a numerical answer based on scarcity and demand. To the degree that we believe that such values have meaning, we live in a world that is desacralized and desensitized, without heart... Continue Reading →
I’m sitting in an army tent draped in string lights. The propane heater ran out as the barrel furnace became operational. A crew of happy hardworking stove fixers extended the chimney another few feet to stop the smoke from billowing back into the room. One of them cut his hand getting tools from the truck... Continue Reading →