By Loralee Sepsey I remember the first time I picked up a Harry Potter book. I was seven years old. I was in the back of our old beat up Nova that would break down a minimum of five times…
By Taylor Schad It’s mid-March, I’m in the cab of my family’s Ford pickup, my mom is driving and my older sister sits shotgun, across from me is my little sister or Tanka as we say in our Native language.…
By Kirsten Shaw I had the chance to stand behind Bernie Sanders with my mom and I felt so lucky. I had seen him speak in San Jose but wasn’t as focused as I was today. Standing behind Bernie literally and figuratively…
By Abaki Beck *Trigger warning: Descriptions of violence when his throat was slit who was surprised? I was surprised not by the violence or the night-call from my auntie but by his name. I hadn’t seen him since middle school…
By Leo John Bird Dear Provost Etchemendy and President Hennessy: I am so tired and sad. Weeks have gone by since the faculty senate’s decision to reaffirm Stanford’s commitment to Indigenous community, identity, dignity and space. Decades have gone by…
By Talon Bazille Ducheneaux For my grandma Helena Harrison-Spider, Unci Iktomi. Most horror movies take place On an “Indian burial ground” I’d like to see the old cackling Lakota and Dakota boys Squinting w/cheek-to-cheek smiles Their cracked skin Covered with…
By Julia Wakeford “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” We’ve all heard the phrase before, its often used to teach our children not to insult others, to keep their negative thoughts on the…
my hand was cut off I stood there bleeding, crying. But when my tears dried, I convinced myself it was nothing. I am in college now, I learn things now. Yet when I return I don’t even know how to…
By Tennessee Loy What is a contemporary Cherokee? The answer the age-old question of what exactly Native American identity is. No one person knows what Native American Identity is, I am just Cherokee. I have the Cherokee experience, you will…
By Karonhiakwe:kon Parker Just a little over six years ago, I left college and entered a training program to become an EMT (emergency medical technician). I hated college. I had just moved from my hometown of Kahnawa:ke, Quebec, a small Indian…