It Aint Easy Being Indian – April 2025

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By Ricey Wild

In order to settle down and prepare to write this column I made some stress relief tea. I settled into my chair, took a sip and…it tasted all salty! Ack! There had been a pot on the stove with water in it and I used that. I don’t recommend salty tea beverages.

I’ve shared over and over to the point that some people just don’t want to talk to me about the diabolical political situations we U.S. citizens find ourselves in because of the corrupt, incompetent pink men and women in power. I really wish I had something else to address or share, in fact I’m praying for it desperately.

The tarot and psychic readers I follow on YouTube have had some dire predictions that have come to pass so I pay close attention to them. One bright spot is that this too shall pass; we really need to be there for each other if we are to come through all the horror and hate somewhat unscathed. Like any of us needed more depression and stress just to make it to the next day, never mind a week or month.

This administration has gone coo-coo and is actively taking away our civil rights, peoples’ human rights and the food out of the bellies of our children because apparently, the American oligarchs need it more. ‘They’ are also attacking Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid so We the People will have no source of income – that we worked for all our lives – or healthcare which we also paid into. These are sick in the head monsters who have no empathy we are dealing with. Their vile actions will affect all of us.

Tribal Nations will especially be hit hard and here’s us who have little in the first place because our homelands and ways of life were stolen from us. When it comes down to it, to fight for our future generations I will soup up my wheelchair and gleefully run over crooked, pink politicians’ toes.

I’ve watched some videos of some pink men who literally cried in regret regarding who they voted for, and how it affected them personally and losing their employment and businesses. Expect the homeless population to escalate too. This is America.

Those of us who know how to cook delicious food on a tight budget will fare better but not by much. When we lived in Aurora, CO, in the 70s my mother lost her job. We had to get by on barley soup. I would soak the soup on slices of bread. We ate it because there was nothing else, but to this day I don’t like it.

When I was a three-year old, I lived with my grandparents and my Gramma Rose had to cook to make meals stretch for the whole family and she often made goulash. I went into the kitchen, saw the supper and said, “What? Pig-Pen again?!” So Gramma kept the name and wondered many decades later how did I know what a pig-pen was.

If I should have to stave off hunger, I bought some staples: rice, beans, some canned goods like spinach and tomatoes. So I’ll be alright until I have to snare some waabooz (rabbits) for sustenance. I sure wish I knew what the ancestors did to feed their people but I’m a spoiled person who as long as I have money I can buy and eat what I want to. Therein is the crux of the matter; the uber wealthy have underground hidey-holes stocked with food and necessities so they won’t suffer. They better remember to bring a can opener.

Sorry for the unsolicited advice but please heed it. All those psychics, mediums and astrologers can’t all be wrong at the same time. Your well-being is important, we need people to stick around and be the “Helpers” that Mr. Rogers talked about. In the moment if you can’t march, call your representatives and make this a Peoples Movement. I have a voice and I’m gonna use it for good.

Rezberry still has snow and I’m looking forward to dandelions. Hey! Dandelions are edible, the whole flower! And I have friends who are knowledgeable about plants and weeds that are medicine. We’re gonna come out of this okay. We are the original survivors, yanno? My plans are to make red beans and rice with turkey spam. I’ll let ya know how that goes. Meanwhile thousands of Pink People have taken to the streets demanding justice and freedom. I applaud and cheer them on. Democracy must not die.