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It Ain't Easy Being Indian
Sept Ricey Wild
Friday, September 09 2016
 
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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.

A Perfect Earth
Friday, August 05 2016
 
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I dream often of a perfect Earth... one that is simply itself, a supreme being that pulses and embodies all animals, plants, rock, and waters the entire surface above and below. The dreams led me to this conclusion: this entity was a lot better off without human interference and modern capitalism toward eventual destruction.

Personally, I donít believe thatís a bad thing. The demise of humanity I mean. The truth is the damage has been done by the industrial nations beyond any last minute repair and we are all going to suffer for it. There will be pockets of humans who survive the cataclysms as they have learned and have always done living in...the first word that comes to mind is Ďharmonyí but itís much deeper than that. My ancestorís got it Ė they lived with Earth and her gifts and were generous with it as it all came from our mutual Mother.

The major trouble began when some people felt more entitled to natural resources than others were and many wars began that used the people under their fiefdoms to fight battles for them and called it nationalism. ďUs vs themĒ became the call to arms. If you actually read and disseminate European history itís all about wars, beheadings, treachery, extermination and greed for more land. I used to wonder at how the European invaders of Turtle Island could ever treat any human being the way they treated the Indigenous People. Then reading history it hit me: they massacred their own kind just as they did to us, only we were propagandized as less than human and were living on lands they wanted.

Tthe invaders wanted gold, silver, slaves and whatever else was considered tradable. In this 21st century we are all still suffering from and invested in this sickness inflicted upon us whether we wanted it or not. Indigenous civilizations and their nations are under constant assault by representatives of Big Oil, Big Pharma, and Big Greedy Monsters whose agendas† are the continuing assassination of our leaders, who righteously object to any further incursion.

FWI: As proud of and grateful for I am for those Warriors in Defense of Our Homelands they have proud people who will never let their legacy die. Iím one of them. I am ill, sad, disgusted by the collective apathy of 98% of us but I have to fight on for my granddaughtersí sake and the sake of this world.

Yes, I said what I said before yet I refuse to give up altogether because thatís what Ďtheyí want us to do while Ďtheyí jet off to Mars, Planet X or wherever, leaving us to deal with the nuclear mess left to us. We are that character on ďLostĒ who punches the button every 38 minutes so as not to blow up the rest of the place.

Iím sickened to read how even backyard chicken coops, Bee hives and many other small family agriculture is being outlawed. We are supposed to become drones in the service of Monsanto, GMO products and never question where our food really comes from.

I have gastrointestinal illness (Ya, I know you think itís TMI but itís not just me) which causes me extreme pain and not wanting to leave my house. I now peruse grocery store ads like I used to do fashion magazines salivating over foods I used to eat and dinners I could make. The only time I do take time to cook is when I visit my Gramma Rose and we get to eat good food together, which is how itís supposed to be. We all deserve to eat well and not only the government cheese (hey thanks, I guess) they feed us.

Now, after a generous repast of home cooked comfort food look at your children and theirs. Ask yourself if they are worth working for, fighting for, living for their kids and grandkids to consume a healthy meal. Itís a start. Now listen here. Iím not preaching in any way. I recently bought a bag of cheez ballz and I ainít no judge of anyone. I simply encourage others to open their eyes to alternative methods of preserving our environment because itís the right thing to do for all of us. Still, I recycle because I believe itís the least I can do. The fact is I have to eat more natural foods. Yaíll take care, know I love you and Ima go make me some manoomin.

Columbus and Genocidal Assault
Friday, August 05 2016
 
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Native American Indians have been under genocidal assault by immigrants since they got here. European immigrants saw what they thought of as wild, untouched, fertile land that was scarce in their countries. In fact, we Indians had been here for millenia and had civilizations that had risen and fallen because that way of life is unsustainable, and we lived happily and healthy. That changed quickly with the arrival of the first immigrants.

First contact has Columbus (I hate even mentioning his evil name) writing in his journal about the Taino People and how healthy and good-looking they were. He and his evil crew then proceeded to enslave them and decimate their entire population for gold. Later Pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock and were saved by Indians from starvation and death. The Pilgrims brought nothing but their racist beliefs and diseases that we had no natural immunity to.

Blankets infected with smallpox were given to Indians as gifts. Entire Nations perished because there was no cure and were wiped out by the Pilgrims and the immigrnts who followed after them. We have been murdered outright and been subjected to biological, chemical and mental means to annihilate us. Yet we never gave up. We are still here.

We Indians had sickness and old age symptoms but not the multiple viruses and diseases that were used as warfare by the immigrants. Our people were wise and skilled in natural medicines and remedies. Those plants were put here by Creator for our use and are still used today. However, Big Pharma has taken over and is medicating our entire American population into zombies.

I have a lot of physical issues that I seek help for, and for which there are a lot of pills. I also suffer depression and anxiety and see a therapist, and thereís also pills for that. When I go to my appointments there are always many people who are patients and those who work in the health care industry. I say industry because thatís what it is. Donít get me wrong, I admire people who choose a profession that helps people.

My issue is that the American health care industry profits from our illnesses, and have lobbyists in Washington D.C. that buy congress to ensure it stays that way. In short, corporations are making money off of our health crises. And if one cannot pay, too bad. Or you go into debt for the rest of your life. I believe the reason cannabis is outlawed is that it can cure cancer and other multitudes of ailments. You see, the US Gov canít regulate it and make money off it, but that is slowly changing.

However, there are more critical health issues in Indian Country. Ask yourself how and why so many destructive drugs are infiltrating our reservations. Chemical warfare. I personally donít know anyone who has not been affected by the heroin, methamphetamine and opioid deaths in our community. In my former job as Graves Registrar I met with family members who suffered great losses due to overdoses and chronic drug use.

Suicide is also an epidemic in Indian County. I cry and rage about it yet I understand the hopeless feeling that one sometimes experiences in life. I feel this is another genocidal tactic that sucks the soul out of us.

Oppression takes us down a dark road into depression and sickness of spirit. To you I say you are needed, and seeking help is the best thing you can do for yourself and your loved ones. Please just do it.

The good news is there is help out there. And there are many success stories, like my friend Christopher Shabaiash who dealt with addiction to opioid pills. He struggled daily with it and eventually went to a methadone clinic to ease the withdrawl symptoms. After the birth of his third child he realized it was no way to live, and is drug free now with zero need† to do it again. (Chirstopher, chii miigwech for sharing your story with me, I'm very happy you are now well.)

We Indians face more challenges for staying healthy than any other ethnic group in this country. Yet, I see many more positive changes if we have access to good health care. I know there any many Indians who live in remote areas that need help desperately and I hope this vital issue will continue to be addressed.

o all my readers I wish you well and good health. We have to be responsible for our own well-being. Love Yooz!

Ricey on Indian Month and Prince
Thursday, May 05 2016
 
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The year: 1975. Scene: Franklin Avenue in Minneapolis, Minnesota, in the month of May. A young chubby brown Indian girl approches the newly opened Indian Center. It is a warm day and excitement fills the girl who was to see wondrous people and events she had never known before. There was a glorious Powwow in the gym and Dineí (Navajo) Sand Painters in the atrium. Music filled the air while thousands of other people who looked like her were celebrating their own culture and being very proud of it. That, my friends, was the first Indian Month I can recall and I have kept it close to me ever since.

That particular day I saw my own peoplesí resilient strength even though I could not have expressed it as such at my age then. I felt joy and pride and validation as an American Indian female, which I had never had before. That day changed my life and, as I realize just as of my writing this, made me who I am today. My Indigenous culture means the world to me and if you have read any of my previous columns you know this.

Before moving to Minneapolis I lived in Bemidji, Minn., and was always on the periphery of any social circle and at the best of times was merely ignored rather than being actively bullied. After entering public school this was the norm and I passively accepted it because, well, that was just the way it was. Itís a white manís world and my status didnít matter.

In May the Spring season explodes again into fresh life, color and hope, and if I didnít know the Lilac bushes would bloom again Iíd have to give up. Indian Month is rejuvenation, new beginnings and the continuation of our Indian culture that refused to bow down and disappear into history books even if ďTheyĒ would have you believe it to be that way. Nope! We are still here and will be even after the rest of yooz have gone to civilize the Moon or Mars.

This Is Our Land. It always has been and always will be. So I encourage you personally to celebrate with us because we are an inclusive type of people or yooz wouldnít have made it this far, yanno? Understand that and keep it in your hearts that our Turtle Island, as we know it, has been our homeland for millenia Ė not merely a few thousand years as the historical liars would have it be.

We Indigenous people claim both continents of North and South America as our collective pan-Indian culture. We were here first and so we celebrate our existence despite the continuing agenda of genocide. We have not merely survived.

My people are the heart and soul of this place and time, and some non-Indians are finally waking up to the reality of the dire situation of climate change and the poisoning of clean water that we all need to live. Ask yourself if moentary profit (not yours) is worth your childrenís childrenís lives. Think Indian. Get involved in pro-human and -animal and -plant life groups. To me that would be the greatest honor you can do for the first people of this land. For those whom already do I say Chii Miigwech.

At 19 years young a gorgeous young man from Minneapolis made and played and produced an album ďFor YouĒ. His name was Prince. We Indian girls were immediate adoring fans and he has been a part of my life since, and I have always loved him for him. Prince liked women who looked like me; dark eyes, black hair and an air of sassiness.

Once outside of The Oz nightclub in St. Paul he followed me upstairs and I was too intimidated to go for it. Regrets? You betcha. But I have a 1981 autograph from Prince signed, you guess it, in Purple from a felt pen I had. He said, ďItís purpleĒ and smiled so even then that was his color.

I love that he was signing autographs recently with the tag, ďBe WildĒ. I take it personally. I will. Since then Iíve seen him perform at many concerts and at Paisley Park where I saw him shred and was brought into another world of genius and pure love.

The day he died I was crying and listening to his ďComeĒ album alone in the dark. At the very end he whispers, ďI Love YouĒ. Iíma keep that in my heart. I love you back my Sweet Prince.

My beloved Aubid and LaPrairie Family is suffering another great loss and I give my love and prayers for you all. Biisa, your Old Antie is here for you always. I love you.

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