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It Aint Easy Being Indian – July 2023

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By Ricey Wild

On this past summer solstice my soul sister and I celebrated. In the past I always was like, “Wow.” Solstice is here again and did not know how to recognize this amazing, timeless event on my own so I just used to humm. My Soul Sister Witch and I made plans to acknowledge all of Creators gifts and expressed our appreciation with a small fire in a cauldron.

Well, it became the best smudge ever. She added herbs from her own wild garden and burnt sage and cedar too. I wish I could communicate how much better I felt after our ceremonies. It included laughter, crying and compassion. We bonded as old Souls do when we instinctively meet another, so our paths were meant to be. I had met this phenomenal witch many years ago but I believe now that we were meant to bond.
She is mine and I am hers. So mote it be. So yes, my sister, you may come over and collect milkweed to make soup or whatever you desire. I share Creators gifts to us.
I cannot imagine a world sans butterflies and bees.

As I write this Custer got his karmic destiny in 1876. I love it. My respect is for all the warriors who decided it was a good day to die, but…Yellow Hair did. Howah!!! Makes me speculate if any Republicans cherish hairs from his corpse like they do for their Jesus. Heya, heya, this is how my mind works, he lost just as you all invaders will in time. Start reading up on Hippie/Commune cultures asap. Use protection or yooz won’t last long. Ahem! JS.

Ack! I feel sick and celebratory at the same time. I wish I had been there like I feel I was. Or maybe it is a blood memory? That is also a reason. I mean the anti-Custer Blood Cluster. Am I mean, especially outing human monsters? Ya. I have no intention of quitting. Evah Nevah!

When I went to let one of the dogs inside I smelled heavy smoke and had to wonder who died now? That was my first thought since we Shinobs have a fire going until our relative is buried. Then I remembered the Canada wildfires just up the way from here. I feel sad. But then I got mad and questioned whether Canada knew there is a border with the U.S. and could they plz keep the deadly smoke to themselves?

I joke. Before the European invaders there were no lines drawn on any maps dividing us all. There was a general agreement of which Nation was prominent in their area and aside from a few squabbles over lands and resources rather than murder each other they consulted the Grandmothers, took their advice and then smoked the Pipe of Peace.
Since there was plenty for all and we shared among many nations…that is until the colonists showed up on the East coast all pitiful with scurvy. No one knew at the time, but our ancestors took pity on them and saved them, not knowing they also brought deadly diseases from the distant lands they came from. Thus begins the genocide of Indigenous people (the entire North and South Americas that we knew as Turtle Island), never written of in U.S.A. history. The invading colonists showed no mercy with their attempts to murder all of us, with everything at their disposal, the weapons of war to annihilate we indigenous human beings who are still here, standing tall to this day. Just remember this: THEY DID NOT WIN!!!

Whew! That took a lot out of me to write the above down. Not that I don’t experience racism everyday 24/7, whether sitting inside on my chair or venturing outside. It is pandemic and more people are needed to address the bison or jaguar in the room and agree on how to eliminate this inhuman stigmatization of the ‘other’ who also bleed red blood.

As of writing this I have not had any crazy, absurd situations that is the norm for me so I feel good about that. Last month on June 13 was Purrince’s 10th Purrday. There was not a small plane flyover but he had at least his fave canned food and we all meowed in his honor. Such a cacophony! Glad the neighbors didn’t call the Fuzz on us but maybe they were all skeert of what was going on in my house. And that’s good.

I do not celebrate July 4. Why would I? Sheesh! But because it is July in the US, the heat is gonna beat us up. So I implore yooz all to protect your families and ya, if you have to, stay inside. Be safe and stay there.

Staff Reporter,
Environment & Politics
Elaine Strongbow is a member of the Leech Lake Band of Ojibwe and has covered environmental and tribal sovereignty issues for The Circle since 2019. She is a graduate of the University of Minnesota School of Journalism and was a 2023 fellow of the Institute for Nonprofit News.

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