View Post

A New Chapter

In Uncategorized by nativesinamericaLeave a Comment

By Kirsten Red Shirt-Shaw Today marks a new chapter in my life.  I feel like I have marked way too many at this point.  Although for some odd reason this one seems slightly comforting.  When I was originally applying for college I was looking at art focused-ones only.  I skipped over places like Cal (University of California, Berkeley) or U.A. (University of Arizona) and …

View Post

Atsimoihkan: A Poetry Collection

In Poetry by nativesinamericaLeave a Comment

By Piitohsoowatsis Leo John Bird Foreword Atsimoihkan means prayer and is often talked about in terms of apaitapiisin, way of life. For me prayer has been something in my life that I have always felt sure about. Some of my first memories revolve around my immersion school class learning our prayers in our language. To this day when I pray, …

View Post

It’s Not the Same, as Notre Dame

In Prose by nativesinamericaLeave a Comment

By Justin Susan I never knew much about the big controversial debate over the Washington Redskin’s name. As I grew older, I started to hear different point of views from all sorts of people. I listened to ideologies from Redskin fans and from Native Americans fighting to change the name. All interesting opinions and one thing I always try to …

View Post

Massacres of November

In Prose by nativesinamerica

By Kaden Walksnice It’s 4:30am November 25th 2015 and I’m awake trying to hustle around before I get on the road to Eads, Colorado at 6:30am because the weather report says we will be driving through a blizzard in northern Wyoming. As I sit here in my room, I’m continuously looking over at a box sitting on the end of …

Cultural Dreams Over Coffee and Tea

In Poetry by nativesinamerica

By Kentaro Herder I just talked to my mom on the phone and I asked her about the one gray cow on the rug my grandma wove and why the others are red. She just laughed and said it’s beautiful and interesting to wonder what her silly mind thought of. Now I’m sitting here trying to interpret the love my …

Challenge What You Learn, Challenge What You Teach

In Prose by nativesinamerica

By Talon Ducheneaux I remember being in third grade at a Nebraska school where I was probably one of two children of color, let alone children who were Native. I hated school at that point. I was bullied and outcasted quite often by the entire class, and I remember praying to Creator nearly every day for either an early-dismissal or …

Why We Celebrate Indigenous Peoples’ Day: From Natives In America

In Prose by nativesinamerica

Some thoughts on today from our incredible team: “There’s a lot of pain that’s comes along with a holiday celebrating the genocide of my people, but there’s also a lot of power. There’s a pride and a power that comes from still existing, from having survived genocide, from knowing our cultures still continue to thrive. If we take a cue …

View Post

Standing with Standing Rock Filled My Heart

In Prose by nativesinamerica

Rosalia Badhorse All my life, there has always been a small hole in my heart. This hole is a sense of emptiness I have felt in the realization that I am not the same kind of Indian my ancestors were; the kind of Indian that lived off the land and had a close relationship with all living things in the …

View Post

An Open Letter to President Obama from Natives In America

In Letters by nativesinamerica

Dear President Barack Obama, For the first time in 239 years of United States history, a President and First Lady visited a tribal reservation together. This was on June 13, 2014, where alongside First Lady Michelle Obama, you spoke to the Standing Rock Sioux reservation. It was on this day that the center of the American political world listened to …

View Post

Back To School

In Prose by nativesinamerica

By Kirsten Shaw Starting your first day of school can be nerve racking. Figuring out where your classes are. Worrying about where to sit for lunch, who to sit next to. The feeling that everyone is looking at you. This time last year I was packing up my bags and traveling three thousand miles to Sarasota Florida. A  touristy, sea …