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It Ain't Easy Being Indian
Trump and the White Man
Tuesday, December 06 2016
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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To understand what happened with this farce of an election that voted in the most monstrous of human beings as the leader of the free world, I have to share some of my musings of history. Yes, I am sickened, nauseous and still incredulous that ANYONE with morals or conscience voted for Trump. My mind has been going in circles like a mad muskrat since November 9,† to try to understand WHY.

Way back in time there were savage, ferocious bloody tribesman in Western Europe that fought amongst each other for scarce natural resources for untold centuries. They were all of similar DNA, being pale skinned, but they massacred each other anyway. It was the lands they wanted Ė to expand their empires and established what they say are ďRoyalĒ bloodlines.

Eventually they built ships big enough to carry thousands of men and went on what they named discovery voyages. In fact, those trips were all about enriching themselves. They came from tiny island nations, fractured fiefdoms and had laid waste to their own lands, and became greedy for othersí lands and territories.
The pale skinned ones thought they had more right to lands as the Ďnativesí who had not ďdevelopedĒ the land, which to them meant extracting every mineral, precious stone, and usurp water rights for monetary profit.
You still with me? Great. I have only so much space for my column but I tell ya, if I was writing Ojibwe it would be done.

During their explorations they came across mighty civilizations that went back many more thousands of years than their own did. The pale ones went to Africa and saw only material wealth, not the wealth of culture, history and science. They saw black people who they thought of as inferior and deserving of having their lands and resources stolen. In Asia they saw evidence of civilizations having come and gone, and a thriving one that had nothing to do with the western mindset.

In both instances, the pale ones connived to divide and conquer, and that has been their modus operandi ever since. Some greedy old Pope wanted in on the land grabs and wanted riches for the Catholic Church, so he issued a Papal Bull in 1493 writing the Doctrine of Discovery, wherein all Indigenous lands and the people on it were Spainís to conquer. Gads! The arrogance of all that makes me wanna throw up.

So Europeans began sailing to what they named the new world. Here, there were gorgeous, unspoiled lands, resources and a route to religious freedom. There were also millions of Indigenous people, from the North tip to the South, who had been living here since the Creator put us here. I will forgo the rest of this part because well, here we are in 2016, over 500 years since first contact with the colonists.

I recount my abbreviated version of history because I wanted to know how a Donald Trump could possibly be considered a viable candidate for POTUS, given his obvious disqualifications for the job, never mind having the nuclear codes that can destroy us all. No, things are not perfect now nor have they ever been since the colonists showed up on our shores, undocumented. Trump is only a third generation immigrant. Clearly, Europe did not send us their best. He is also the product of their greedy culture.

Here we were, closer to John Lennonís ďImagineĒ, and then this human atrocity gets elected. Wow.
Being an Indigenous woman and living in poverty I suffer, I cry for my son who is a large brown man, my granddaughter who is a lovely little girl, and for all of us who are not white men. No, I donít want to be pale skinned, even with all the privileges it affords. I do want to be able to walk down the street or to the store without being attacked by racist colonist-descendants who actually believe this country, this land, these waters and resources are theirs by right of whiteness.

I read that this election, with all its ugliness, is the White Manís Last Stand. I like that. The oppressed masses Ė that includes pale skinned people, have been awakened Ė will never go back to the miseries inflicted upon us in the past. NEVER! The Water Protectors at Standing Rock have proven that and the millions of Indigenous People and our allies around the world will not stand down.
Wherever you are you can send them your prayers, and thanks for their courage in fighting the good fight.

November It Ain't Easy
Monday, November 07 2016
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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Iíve had a difficult time beginning this column but I feel I have to address what is so disgusting to me and draining on my spirit. The rape culture commentary in Trump and Billy Bushís tape from 2005 has brought all my raw emotions to the fore of having been raped myself, and my immediate family members having been raped and victimized by close friends.

People who were trusted by our small family circle were the perpetrators of heinous crimes and have never had to answer for it. In fact, it is their closeness to the victims that make it much more likely they will commit rape.

Rape is rape no matter how old you are or what gender. I trusted and loved a person for 26 years and they preyed upon someone close to me who was very vulnerable. And that is beyond unforgivable no matter what protestations or reasons are given. That betrayal still causes me to retch when I think about it.

I have seen the damage up close and would turn back time if I could because itís done irreparable damage to my family. Remember there are enablers who are every bit as responsible for the rapists themselves. One person made the devastation of anotherís rape about themselves and sought to garner sympathy.† In addition, they blasted the victimís heinous experience to anyone who would listen without their permission. Despicable.

Another person brought in a sexual predator to our circle and was well aware of that personís disgusting actions, yet chose to stand with them. Sadly, these scenarios are not by any means unique to my family alone. This happens all the time and I believe itís time to open up, being the victim carries no shame so letís end it forever. This is not our collective Native American Indian culture. I ask you all to look out for the innocents and believe the victim when they tell you the truth.

I am going to keep on speaking up for the victims and I will not allow myself to become blasť or ignore it any longer. Iím angry and plan to write more about it. For more information please check the link below to learn more about Rape Culture.
http://www.vox.com/2014/12/15/7371737/rape-culture-definition

A sample: ďAnd although rape culture has its roots in long-standing patriarchal power structures that were designed to benefit men, todayís rape culture burdens men too Ė for instance, by ignoring the fact that men can be victims of rape and sexual assault, and women can be perpetrators of it. That means that male victims are also left without legal protection and social support.Ē

On another rant, I am very concerned about the Water Protectors in Standing Rock, No. Dak. who are being constantly harassed by local, State and other police forces using armored vehicles and tactical equipment on innocent people. I know of many, many people, Native and non-Native, who have been to the encampments and have come away changed forever and whom plan to return there. To all of you I say chii miigwech and Iím grateful for your phenomenal loving stance in protecting our precious water for all to enjoy.

FYI: To all the money-grubbing, land grabbers Ė your people tried to kill us Natives off via gruesome massacres, intimidation, legislation and blood quantum quotas. That hasnít worked in the 500+ years in the past and will not work now, and not ever.
I donít know of any more tenacious people than Natives, and now we have allies that really get what our true message is. For me, itís take care of our Mother and Her gifts to us in every way. We are responsible. We are strong and indefatigable. We are here to stay.

I can happily say that as of this month Iíve been writing my column for 18 years! It has been a wonderful time and some terrible times, like when I literally could not write because of depression and other illnesses. But here I am now. I wonder now what great future I have to create because I ainít done yet by any means.

Of course, I will write about my experiences and trials in life and my hope is that all of you will do so tooÖbegin by keeping a journal, submit story ideas, (note to self) and be present in your life. Easy to say, I know, but doing so is therapeutic and can be uplifting. If you donít tell your own stories, who will?

WellÖIím preparing for another freezing, snowy winter season but hey, what else can I do? Rezberry is soon to become ďFreezeberryĒ in a short time. †

Happy Native American Heritage Month!

Moosie and Trump
Tuesday, October 11 2016
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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Moosie checked in recently and was all morose about the upcoming presidential election. Heís voting for Hillary because he likes women, a lot, but is in personal distress about the Cheeto-colored guy. What if? What if that guy wins? He will abolish all Native American Indian rights as we have them now. The orange-peanut-guy is on record testifying against Indians building casinos and succeeding where he did not.

I just know that our ancestors were over-run by what white people call ďprogressĒ that actually were land-grabs and genocide against the original inhabitants of Turtle Island. I have rights now that my ancestors fought and died for and I have to do the right thing to honor their sacrifice.

That means I will vote even though there are cynics who ask if I really believe my vote counts. I will vote even though I was a ĎBernerí and loved that old white guy. I vote for my granddaughterís future so they have an opportunity to grow in a world where a woman holds the most important office in the entire world. I vote because if they want to become president they can.

Our world is changing quickly and Iím voting to make it a better place to live. I have to mention that I really considered becoming an expatriate, but instead of moving north to my cousins I decided Belize is the place to be. Or I could move deeper into the bush than I already am but that wonít save me from nuclear fallout if the Tangerine Playboy gets into the oval office.

People, Iím making an impassioned plea for yooz to get out and vote. Just vote. It used to be that I immediately lost respect for any man I dated who never used his right to vote. I have voted since I was eighteen and donít understand the apathy and ignorance of people who donít or have never voted, like it doesnít apply to them or have an effect on their lives.

I was not at all confused or bedazzled by the first presidential debate the other night. I am very sure about whom I will vote for and it is not a third party candidate: we are collectively on the precipice of the worst possible outcome for this country if the racist, misogynistic, sociopath Republican candidate wins. I could add more descriptions here but yooz get the message. I simply say if yooz donít vote at all, or if you vote for a candidate with no absolutely no chance of winning the election, then you have only yourself to blame for the critical outcome that affects us all.

This is what I told Moosie and he gets it. He does not agree with the crusty, snot-covered sniffling toddler even though he also has many children from many women. Can you imagine the republican righteousness if Hillary brought up a brood of children onstage with three different fathers?

There is rampant misogyny in this election and I myself have been a victim of it, like not getting a well-deserved raise from male bosses because I would not be their girlfriend, to put it nicely. Hillary is experiencing this on a global scale even though there are other countries that have elected women as their leader. Why is this when the United States has always touted itself as the worldís most progressive country?

I want a person in the Oval Office who supports Colin Kaepernickís right to protest. I want that person to be compassionate for refugees who had no inclination to flee their countries but had to because of war. I am sickened by the photographs of babies who† washed up on foreign shores in a desperate attempt to simply live. The sniffling Cheeto guy would ban all those of the Islamic faith from entering this country. Not those who practice Christianity no, yet the Christians who came here 500+ years ago raped, burned, and murdered our own Native American Indian ancestors.

I stand with Standing Rock and the Water Protectors. Should Mini-Carrot Creature become (ish! Ack!) president our collective future is over.

I remain astonished that the Orange Skittle has gotten this far. Are the American people so jaded that they donít care about the presidency? Go on youtube.com and see for yourself if you really donít believe me.
There are orange cones around dangerous areas and construction sites. There is your first sign.

This column is my opinion alone. I write because I have many things to say. Yooz have your own opinions and I respect that. I only ask that you weigh your vote carefully and with all the facts. Moosie is now a Clinton supporter because it has never been more clear whom to vote for.

Just vote.

Sept Ricey Wild
Friday, September 09 2016
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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An amazing man passed on recently. You all know him too, Jim Northrup from Sawyer, Minn. He was a raconteur, author, poet and playwright and he was my friend. I will always miss him but before he left he was at peace and I believe that was a monumental gift from the Creator. I saw Jim weeks before at the Rez clinic and I said ďThis is not goodbye, I will see you againĒ and I believed it.

I didnít actuallyÖthat will have to wait until I go too, and then Jim and I can have laughs like we did in this life. I can still hear in his deep voice saying, ďRicey Wild!Ē We are enrolled in the same reservation, Fond du Lac Band of Lake Superior Chippewa, but what ties us together is we both got our columns started with The Circle newspaper.

He had his own unique voice and I have mine. In no way was I ever in competition with Jim. We each have our own life experiences and were happy to share them with one another. I miss Jimís smile, his way of finding the funny in people who take themselves too seriously. We knew a lot of people in common and our wit ran deep. Hehe. Iíll never tell Jim, that was our time.

No one who ever met Jim Northrup will ever forget him. His amazing legacy will last forever. Giigawaabamin Minaawa Niijii.

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Iím so proud of the Protectors, the Water Warriors who are currently at Standing Rock Reservation in North Dakota. Some family and friends of mine have traveled there to stand in solidarity with the Standing Rock Tribe. Dakota Access Pipeline construction has been halted pending a ruling on whether the Tribe was consulted by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers properly. People! That is huge news, wonderful news. 85+ tribes from across the U.S. and non-Indians are camped out there and staying despite the North Dakota Department of Health cutting their water supply and arresting non-violent protectors.

I read that the FBI is getting involved in getting rid of the protectors and all I have to say about that is if genocide, assimilation and systemic oppression didnít work over the past 500 years it sure wonít now. My heart is with the Water Protectors and my prayers are for their continued safety and well-being. Now Iíve read that they are going to begin pumping water out of the Great Lakes but that wonít happen either when we all stand together.
Much love and respect to the Water Protectors. NO D.A.P.L!!!!!

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Exciting times have come to my home in Rezberry. My old friend and co-worker Mark Anthony Rolo has come to visit and design my website and help write a compilation of my almost 18 years of columns. In the book I intend to write about just how I came to be this way and my adventures and misadventures, which are many. The website will include a monthly horoscope column and some videos of my absurd reality. Iím finally in a place where I can focus on my writing and new ideas.

No one will be spared my razor tongue just so yooz know. Bwahahahahahahahahahahahhaahahahaha!!!!! (Laughing maniacally while rubbing my palms together.) Believe me, some people have it coming. My purpose is not exposing the dastardly deeds of hypocritical people that literally cause me nausea but simply to write the truths of my life. There will be a lot of hilarity too, because thatís what sustains me and how I get through this crazy life.

When the projects are completed I will post it on Facebook and in my column. I hope you all check it out and share widely. Iím having fun with this and want you to do so too.

Purrince is sitting on the desk next to me and itís a fall-like shadow that lights him. I like September but not so much what followsÖWinter. Brrrrr!!! Until then Iím gonna be outside as much as I can and get browner n browner. Ay!!!

If you have a favorite column I wrote please contact me at the email address at the bottom of my column. I need your input and suggestions about what made you laugh, think, become aware or just generally enjoyed. As I said before Iím finally in a space where I can do what I want to do and I intend not to waste it. It has been such a privilege to be able to write, and gratifying that so many people appreciates what I have to say.

See yooz all next month when Moosie may make an appearance as he likes to do on an odd frequency. Take care, stay well and laugh a whole lot. Mwah!!

Not a Teddy Bear Indian
Friday, August 05 2016
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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Itís weird how things work out. Or donít. First off, I didnít think I would still be around to write the above so in my case itís cool. Iíve had a spectacular life and not all of it has been good, but most def spectacular. For so long Iíve been threatening all of yooz that Iím gonna write a book and that is going to happen. I will also be working with author, journalist and playwright Mark Anthony Rolo on a play about my crazy life.

Some of you may have your sparse Indian hairs standing up after reading about this incredible (insert your reaction here gr and kb) collaboration, but let me assure yooz the time has come so just be ready. Iím now able to focus for the first time in my life on what Iíve been writing about for almost 18 years. All my life, really!!! I know some of you have read my column for years now and you must know how much I appreciate yooz. Big love yaíll.

The best part of all my personal experiences has been that Iím not alone. Probably 99.9% of real brown Indians have been through what I have and more, which is sad. When I say Ďbest partí I mean itís not us personally, it is the color of our skin and our culture we have never left after 500 years. That is strength, resilience, courage and the refusal to give up in the face of unrelenting racism and colonization. Iím so proud of us.

Iím so not a ďTeddy Bear IndianĒ. Never have I written or said anything to make non-Indians feel comfortable or that Iím not a threat. Let me be clear: I am a threat and you may not like or agree with what I say but it is my life experience and no one can dismiss it or marginalize me. I AM and I matter. Bring it, I got you.

The reason I bring that up is that so many Indian writers bow down to what white people think will sell and I call that selling out. Not all of us are mystical beings who are in tune with the Earth. Deep in our DNA we are but not all of us listen.

A character I named Moosie is just that; a cultural caricature I invented when I saw paperback books of a bronze Indian man holding a white woman who succumbed to his savage love albeit unwillingly, at first. I laughed just hard. I said to myself I can do better than that and did so. The response was hilarious. I had women asking who Moosie really is and men who made their ponytails float like Moosieís in the wind even when there was no wind.

Point is a lot of people liked my fictional character and wanted more of it but my column has been about an Indian woman living in this crazy space and writing about my life trying to survive. Apart from my own problems Iíve addressed many life issues that affect us all as Indian Nations. I cry and rage a lot wondering how I can help and make a difference for the better and continuation of our People. That is and will be my main purpose, for the love of us as a distinct and sovereign people.

I share now that Iíve been betrayed and deliberately hurt by close family and friends. It sickens me most of all because of the time and trust I wasted on them. They have serious character flaws and thanks to my therapist I donít carry any trauma they inflicted on me. He said, ďItís not your faultĒ after I told him how my former best friend hurt me. That statement saved me and I now say it to yooz.

So much of what you have suffered is not your fault. Itís the fault of the racist, colonial, oppressive culture being inflicted upon us. The good news is a great many people are awakening and making their voices heard. Those people are also walking the talk in life and politics (Plz go register to vote!) who will be recognized as a serious power.

It is so easy to acquiesce to the mundane machine and think that no matter what you do or not itís already been rigged so your vote doesnít count. I say it does and that if you choose not to vote you then have no right to complain about anything. I know that our political system sucks but itís all we have right now so make your voice heard, please.

Not everyone has the platform I have to speak out but you still can. Love to my granddaughter, Love to All.

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