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The Invisible Representation

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By Nikwich Wright Stanford University prides itself on how diverse and multi-cultural the campus and the students are. I beg to differ, especially with the current severed ties from Divesting from Israel. This problem has always been occurring within the Native American Community throughout this past academic year, where the play “Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson” almost happened but changed once …

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Not In Our School

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By Kirsten Shaw Dear Class of 2015, I’m not an angry person normally but I would like to bring attention to lunch today! I’m Native American from my mom’s side and today I saw a prom asking that far crossed the line. I don’t know the name of the asker, but all I know is that he wore a fake …

Trend-Unsettling

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By Kirsten Shaw Native Americans: who are these people and what do you know about them? Some believe that Natives are savages and don’t have feelings. Many people think that they are “Redskins” or that they once helped the pilgrims out. Some think Natives are just a trend (how about we start trending #NativesAreCool?) – so cool that we as a …

The Decolonization of Thanksgiving

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By Chance Carpenter Throughout nearly every child’s upbringing in the United States, there is almost always the proliferated, generalized retelling of the pilgrims and indians in the month of November, around the somewhat newly acquired holiday that is Thanksgiving. This holiday has come to take on a great deal of meaning in contemporary society, as fathers and mothers are given …

Strong Hearts To The Front

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By Alli Moran There is a reason why Tašunká Wítko (Crazy Horse) said: “Strong hearts to the front and weak hearts to the rear!” Right before they fought Custer and the U.S. Seventh Calvary in order to protect our children, our people, and the overall prosperity of our future generations. The government took our lands – our resources, divided our …

The Love I Learned From Dr. King

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By Talon Ducheneaux Hau, mitakyapi, I want to start by saying pilamaya yelo, thank you, for everyone and everything that granted me permission to be here and speak today. I find myself waking up to this thought more and more each morning: “I shouldn’t be here.” I plan on showing you that this thought actually has a positive connotation behind …

Naat’aanii

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By Kentaro Herder  I have a favorite place. A place where I breathe in all that is beautiful, magnificent, and golden. The air is crisp. Calmly, my lungs expand with the morning breeze that picks up the red sand. Quietly, I can feel blood coursing through my body as I watch the veins of my hometown, Kayenta, and the surrounding …

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My Journey With Hip Hop

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By Talon Ducheneaux ​Without music, I don’t think I would have made it this far in life. That’s a bit dramatic and cliché isn’t it? Allow me to explain. ​My name is Talon Bazille Ducheneaux. I am 21 years old, studying psychology at the University of Pennsylvania (in Philadelphia). I am a proud Lakota and a proud Dakota. There are …