On April 8, I was on my way to the White House for a meeting with First Lady Michelle Obama on the importance of investing resources in Native American youth when I got a text via Facebook from my mom.…
By MC Rhetorik She held higher than the sum of queens and kings above human beings, she can only be described as celestial being, only concerned with truly being, truly living free brings mortal men to their knees she’s the…
By Kentaro Herder I came from the top of my cohort at Monument Valley High School, on my reservation, graduating with a class of about 147 students, mostly all Navajo. Two months after, I am enrolled at the University of…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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,…
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…
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,…