I live in a town that has an image of an American Indian as town symbol, but because it is modeled on a sculpture by a revered (white) town son, most people don’t put it in the same category as, say, the mascot of a neighboring town whose high school team is called the Sachems. Our town has a lot of Black Lives Matter signs, but almost no awareness of its complicity in racism towards American Indians.
Nikkita Oliver and Last Real Indians, you get one pingy-dingy! Thank you for discussing this issue so wisely and with such compassion. The more articles like this I read, the better prepared I am to raise awareness and have meaningful discussions with other white people, discussions that hopefully lead to action about my and their part in the shared resistance.
https://lastrealindians.com/black-and-native-lives-need-each-other-to-matter-by-nikkita-oliver/
I’m a typewriter whompin’, card catalogue lovin’ white girl from back in the day, and I yearn for a time before the covers of trade paperbacks were all squidgy, so you can imagine that I don’t actually understand what a pingback is. I do know that it can in some way be part of spreading the love, and since that’s what I’m all about at The Total Femme… every Wednesday, I pay homage to the laughter and inspiration to be had elsewhere online.
At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday and Femme Friday on Friday. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”)