It Ain't Easy Being Indian
Wednesday, December 04 2013
Written by Ricey Wild,
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ricey wild.jpgHere is Ďtis the season upon us once again. This is not my favorite time of year because of all the distraction of Christmas holiday shopping and of course Black Friday. Ish. The zombies will be out trying to get deals on stuff, just stuff. Stuff they already have at that; itís my firm belief that we Americans are being mind-controlled by massive yet shady corporations. They work to get us to become super-consumers, becoming only numbers tallied in quarterly sales reports. There is no day that goes by that the DOW or NASDAQ isnít mentioned as a barometer for our nationís health.

For the record I am a human being; I am not merely a consumer.

Whew! It feels really good to get that out! What is the deal with everything being counted is measured by dollars? Like when thereís a natural disaster and the news reports ďA billion dollars of damages,Ē then focuses on people who build again where their homes had been destroyed? How foolish. Money stinks. Money kills. Whole countries are invaded for money. To me money is an agreement that we make that it has meaning; when in the end it cannot be eaten and really is just pieces of paper that rule our lives.

Some could say that I am bitter because Iím poor, yes in the way that the IRS takes over half my take-home pay Iím mad, but having had to pinch pennies has helped me realize my own worth as a person. I donít believe that having more stuff than Irma and Ira Indian down the road over there makes me a better person; in fact it would be sad if I was convinced by this materialistic culture that was so Ö these days Iím motivated to do what I think is right and the experiences I have are priceless.

My beloved friend Melissa came to get me last month to rally against the wolf hunt in Minnesota and everywhere. We went way up north and joined other people who care and are disgusted with the massacre taking place upon the wolf population. I am physically sickened by the torture our wolf families goes through being hunted and trapped by psychopathic people. And how is a wolf hunt a Ďharvest?' Who eats wolves?

The truth is that wolves keep deer herds healthy, wolves donít take more than they need and are the fore-canine of our beloved dogs. I look at my Mitzi and I canít tell that her nearest relatives are okay to slaughter just because. I imagined a pack of Mitziís being pursued by Ďhuntersí and her wondering what she ever did to them? Why are they murdering her family? So yes, I cried and vowed to make my voice and presence acknowledged.

The night before the road trip I made a sign that read ďLove your dawg? Hug a wolf.Ē I did it freehand so it was kinda sloppy but the other protesters liked it even though Melissa made some fun of it. My other sign said, ďHumans are the most dangerous breed.Ē People seemed to like that too even though it was very sloppy, whatever, I got the point across. ;D I am speaking up for those who cannot speak for themselves, thatís who I am. I admire and keep friends like Melissa because she is aware and compassionate and takes action; thatís who she is.

Our adventure took us on a beautiful wintery cast day to go see our friend Denise. We caught up and for a minute were back in Minneapolis again having a great time at the clubs. The next morning I saw a digital sign above a gas station that flashed ďFREE WTF,Ē I told Melissa and then looked again closer. It actually read FREE WIFI. ;D We laughed and laughed. It felt so good to laugh at absurdities when this life is so very sad and unpredictable but for me laughing is truly living!

Speaking of laughter I went to a comedy night at the local tribal college to see Tito Ybarra and got a bonus by meeting Jon Roberts; both them guyís are from Red Lake Reservation in Minnesota. Tito made the audience watch some 1491s comedy/satire YouTube videos and made us laugh at our own selves and our culture. I absolutely recommend yooz support these talented tricksters and by all means go see their shows. I want to see some Indian women go for it too-but not me, I am the worst joke-teller cuz I am one of those annoying people who canít remember the punch line but laugh anyway. So my fine ladies, which of you are willing to take the stage? Iíll help out with the writing.

Happy Solstice my people! I will definitely celebrate that day. Love, laughter n hugs! Mwah!

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