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It Ain't Easy Being Indian
It Ain't Easy Being Indian: April 2015
Friday, March 27 2015
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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ricey wild.jpgA few months ago my son Steve visited me and my friends at the Risky Raccoon Kasino Hotel where we were staying for a powwow. My son told us he got pulled over by a cop and my mother’s heart skipped a beat; I immediately thought he was being racially profiled and thoughts of all the recent slayings of unarmed black men by police made me catch my breath.

Steve pulled a copy of the report out of his pocket and showed it to us, it was a warning and then he said, “Look closer.” The police officer had checked the ‘white’ box where there was a choice for race. I looked at him and said “Whaaaaaat?” He was still pretty brown as far as I could tell, I mean I’m Native and his father is African-American so his being mistaken for white even though we also have French ancestors was rather a stretch. So I did what anyone would do. I laughed but since then I have pondered why?

Why? Why did he let him go? It came to me that police officers have to turn in their papers after each shift and perhaps the cop didn’t want his brethren to know he let an innocent brown man off with only a warning! I have convinced myself that was the why and wherefore because of the extreme racist atmosphere that is law enforcement culture. I add here I do not paint all police employees as being racist; instead I will let the glaring facts speak for themselves. My concern is not only people of color but anyone who takes up activism for the benefit of all peoples.


It Ain't Easy Being Indian: March 2015
Thursday, March 12 2015
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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ricey wild.jpgAfter 10 years without I have satellite again thanks to my Brother Mike W. I’m absolutely addicted to the H2 channel when it’s about Ancient Aliens and America Unearthed; both are very well produced in that they bring up more questions than answers that leave the viewer to make up their own mind. In fact, they are the very opposite of organized religion. I love especially when my own belief that we here on this Earth have been created as an extraterrestrial alien ant farm science project is validated though not in those words. Ayyyyy!!!!

Yeah, yeah, yeah believe what you like but please don’t deny or diss other people’s creation stories, which are every bit as valid as any other that have millions of followers or just a relative few. Just to reiterate: the Great Flood must have been an actual event because most cultures have their own stories about what happened; not just the Judeo-Christian story about Noah and the Ark.

In fact I saw an episode generally about North American Indian Peoples’ Creation Stories, NOT MYTHS, about how the flood wiped out the previous civilizations because the people became wicked and then the creation of our Turtle Island where we live now. In addition to oral history there are also really big in every sense of the word signs on rock art, in caves, hieroglyphics, pyramids, ancient cities; and texts, mounds, artifacts, human remains and even colossal figures drawn in a desert that can only be seen from the air like the Nazca Lines in the plains of Peru and the Carnac Stones in France.


It Ain't Easy Being Indian: February 2015
Thursday, February 05 2015
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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ricey wild.jpgAt age 19, I became absolutely unhinged. I had recently left an abusive relationship with a man it was taken for granted I would marry; I thank all the Gods living and dead that did not happen. The moment of truth crashed upon me the morning I looked at my big, swollen bloody lips after being punched by a man who professed to love me. “No one,” I said to myself, “No one who loves someone would do this to someone they say they love.” In that astonishing moment I was freed from misery, knowing especially that I deserve better and I would settle for nothing less.

In the meantime and in between time after becoming legal age, I morphed into the Club Queen I felt I was meant to be. I missed out on the sweaty, glittery Disco days but Prince and other amazing artists like Teddy Pendergrass, Rick James and Teena Marie were smooving and so I began my glory days partying to their music. I’m happy I have that to share at whatever bridge I end up under if republicans get their way.

So … this one night I was wearing a really sexy backless jumpsuit and talking to fine, FINE suave men at the Yellow Brick Road Knight Klub and for some reason I became really twitchy and uncomfortable while gabbing what I thought were witticisms. I looked down toward my feet and saw one foot of pantyhose dangling under the bottom of my attire. (Younger readers: ask your Mom or Gramma what ‘pantyhose’ were. Absurd garment if you ask me). I gasped and ran for the ladies room where I grabbed the foot and pulled and pulled and pulled at least forty yards until the entire hose was out. I had not noticed while hastily getting dressed that the previous hose were still in there!

Ahem!!! Excuse me while I collapse in hilarity at a most fond memory of my wild, unapologetic youth. I’m pretty sure no one else saw it but I will never forget it and have never taken myself too seriously after that. Trickster is real and will get you, just laugh at your silly self, stay aware and go with it.


It Ain't Easy Being Indian: January 2015
Tuesday, January 13 2015
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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ricey wild.jpgMy heart is full because the wolf hunts in the Great Lakes regions have been stopped by a federal judge. The horrific carnage of trapping, baiting, killing and continued disruption of the wolves’ families are no more; they are back on the endangered list where they will stay with the love, compassion and diligent advocacy of people who worked hard and long for their lives. To those of you who were directly instrumental I am deeply thankful and so much for everyone who became active on the wolves behalf to speak for them.

An odd thing though, just a few days before the announcement I had called the Minnesota Fish & Wildlife office and spoke to someone who was directly involved with the so-called 'wolf harvest.' “Harvest!” Aghhh. That **name for what is actually savage, bloody slaughter upon superior sentient beings disgusts me and I told him so.

Then I told him a short version of how Anishinabe (First Man) and Maa’ingan (Wolf) in the beginning of time traveled the world together naming all animals, plants and places. Eventually they had to go their own ways and Maa’ingan knew Anishinabe would be lonely without him so he gave him Animoosh (dog).

That part always gets to me and I cried as I am doing now. No longer buried in my skin is my spiritual, cellular connection with Maa’ingan, it’s out now and I honor it as the most basic level of being that is love in the purest form. We both benefit. Maa’ingan will live their lives as Creator intended and I benefit by putting my vulnerability out there for all to see and in my own eyes I become a better person for having done so.

It Ain't Easy Being Indian
Friday, January 09 2015
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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ricey wild.jpgAfter the last bite of pie was swallowed, after the leftovers were doled out, after the family had a wonderful time together eating a magnificent dinner of tender turkey and scrumptious sides, after hugs were exchanged and many kisses given, after pictures and “selfies” were digitized, after everyone else left to go beach themselves in the privacy of their own homes to freely boogit, after all that food and love three of us sat at Gramma Rose’s house, two of us just about to leave.

My Unk Koon, Gramma and I had a silent moment of ahhhhhh!!! Just being happy and satiated and secretly relieved there was no family dispute whatsoever and I think we all heaved a deep, grateful sigh of relief. Then we burped.

That moment of silence triggered something in Rose’s head. She turned to me and asked, “Are you related to (name withheld on my dad’s side)” and I said yes, but I thought he was dead? Rose handed me a newspaper cut-out from The Big City and it read, “Career Criminal Strikes Again” or something very like that. I looked at my Gram and she had a inquisitive expression on her face. I laughed and read on.


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