#my anishinaabe ass

[feralkwe]

idk how else to explain it to people but it should be pretty fucking obvious why it is absolutely ludicrous to allow the united states fucking government to set the criteria as to who is and is not recognized as native/indigenous/ndn when they spent literal centuries trying to undermine and erase the fact that we exist at all.

it's no coincidence that some of the criteria involved in becoming federally recognized as a tribe requires documentation that the government actively worked to suppress. that they require the tracing of continuous existence back to colonial contact should tell you why it's a bullshit metric. that the fact that you have to have heaps of money to get federal recognition is something that you should take a long, hard look at before calling members of over 400 non-recognized tribes 'pretendians'.

the use of blood quantum as a measurement alone makes their authority null and void.

indigeneity is not about blood quantum or government permission. it is about family, culture, and community. i for one would appreciate it if non-natives fucked all the way off on this topic, and if fellow ndns would stop the infighting over it long enough to realize that all we're doing is perpetuating colonizer violence and genocide by allowing non-natives to set the definition of who we are and what we get to call ourselves.

fuck you. stop doing the colonizer's job for them.

#my anishinaabe ass #salty ndn blogging #yes this is about that actor and you can kiss my entire ojibwe ass #this shit is exactly why i do not disclose my blood quantum to anyone #it's no one's fucking business #and an inaccurate measure besides #look it up and see #look at the way the rules are set up to deliberately make all of us less than we are #make it make sense or kiss my ass

[richincolor]

Warrior Girl Unearthed by Angeline Boulley

Summary: Perry Firekeeper-Birch has always known who she is - the laidback twin, the troublemaker, the best fisher on Sugar Island. Her aspirations won't ever take her far from home, and she wouldn't have it any other way. But as the rising number of missing Indigenous women starts circling closer to home, as her family becomes embroiled in a high-profile murder investigation, and as greedy grave robbers seek to profit off of what belongs to her Anishinaabe tribe, Perry begins to question everything.

In order to reclaim this inheritance for her people, Perry has no choice but to take matters into her own hands. She can only count on her friends and allies, including her overachieving twin and a charming new boy in town with unwavering morals. Old rivalries, sister secrets, and botched heists cannot - will not - stop her from uncovering the mystery before the ancestors and missing women are lost forever.

Sometimes, the truth shouldn't stay buried.

My thoughts: Angeline Boulley has created another fabulous page-turner in her second book. If you've already read Firekeeper's Daughter, this is an excellent follow-up set in the same community, but a few years later. It's a companion rather than a sequel, so it can be read on its own though. I recommend reading both, because they are incredible, but this one can stand on its own.

Perry is character who charms or frustrates those around her. She had me smiling as she teased Luke-Ass and other people around her, but also when she told her little cousin that he has her heart using a fishing analogy. She's sixteen and while she can be laidback, at times she can be incredibly passionate and jump into things full force.

She has many adults around her that are guiding her with advice and yet they give her room to live her life. Several times she is mentally reviewing the exact instructions she's had from her family about how to respond when there is trouble. Missing and murdered indigenous women are often on the minds of her family and community and there are way too many reasons for Perry and others to have all kinds of strategies for when they are vulnerable.

Perry has obviously grown up knowing about the risks to those of her gender, skin color, and culture, but as she works in her internship, she also learns about how ancestral remains have gone missing throughout the years. Not only have they been stolen, even with laws in place requiring their return, few have been recovered. Perry's heart is broken when she meets the remains of the Warrior Girl being kept by a non-native institution. For anyone unaware of the issues around the repatriation of ancestral remains, this book may be very illuminating. For some readers, this will not be new information but there is a great list of resources at the end that may be interesting for anyone. There are multiple moments that speak to the emotional work that Perry and others are having to do when seeing these items and hearing from elders about the losses. There's an acknowledgement of the harms that this continues to do to the descendants of those people.

Throughout the book, the characters are central even though there is a lot happening. What I appreciate about Angeline Boulley's writing is that there are intriguing mysteries to untangle, but beyond that, there are many layered characters and she makes me want to meet them and spend more time with them.

Recommendation: Get it soon. This book is tagged as a mystery or thriller, but it is also a book filled with love. It's about identity, community, the continued affects of colonialism, and so much more. This is a book that will stay with readers for a long time.

Extras:

Publisher: Henry Holt and Company Pages: 396 Availability: On shelves now Review copy: Final copy via library

#angeline boulley #young adult lit #book review

[feminist-pussycat]

anyone else have accounts they look at once in a while even though they KNOW what that person is saying will piss them off?

mine’s a straight woman with four kids whose husband came out as trans, then her 11-year-old son did as a trans girl, then she decided she was a lesbian and made the trans thing her whole identity. then she decided she was”genderqueer”. then her whole account became about that she was also dating ANOTHER trans woman and is in a polycule (which at this point makes it seem like she has a chaser fetish or something) and then when that wasn’t enough she came out as “nonbinary transmasc” and posted many, many times about how scary that was to come out to both of her trans partners and social media.

also, her 11-year-old recently changed to nonbinary after six years of medicalization to ‘become’ a girl. this lady had previously written a whole ass book about her kid’s transition and how awesome it is to also be married to a TIM.

and just because she wanted the whole bingo about straight people identifying into oppressed minorities, she claims to be “a fair-skinned person who is both settler and indigenous”. Now I can’t say for 100% she’s lying about this, but it definitely sounds “I’m 1/8 indigenous!” especially because she says she is Ojibwe, the second-largest tribe and it’s apparently through her dad, who abandoned her when she was a baby. however she sort of contradicts herself on that, because when someone called her out on being a white couple who wants to be oppressed, she said “My proud Indigenous father (who she has never met) might have something to say about part of this.” the Draco Malfoy approach. she does a shoutout to from what i can tell is an Anishinaabe woman who she calls her cousin, so who knows, but the woman has not responded to her. For someone who talked about it a lot 2019-2020, she sure implies that she identifies strongly with that heritage despite admitting that her (white) grandparents taught her most of it.

she’s also only mentioned it once since 2020, this year when an Indigenous person was calling her out for being racist and she went “I can’t be racist, I’m half-Native!!!”

this lady’s whole account is about how she and her family are part of the queer community. she has tweeted 17 times in the last day and that’s low for her. every time i look at her account and what she’s up to it annoys me SO MUCH but for some reason i still keep hate-watching. I never interact and i don’t follow her so don’t come calling me a troll or giving her the attention she clearly so desperately needs.

[phantasmalquartz]

I just want to put this out there, I am ranting a little. If you cannot deal with this, I recommend this post is not for you. I speak of no violence, nor do I intend for this to harm. For those with anxiety, I am talking about my rights on my land to be free and express myself and be guided to live my life the way I am supposed to. I want to listen to the call of nature and understand and use what I am given by creator while learning and honoring my ancestors and make them proud. Read if you wish to. Thank you.

Recently, I've been having a tough time accepting that where I go to learn more about my culture and others, it is always from a white woman. Still, I give my time and patience, but I have been going there longer than anyone else. I want to hear stories from my own tongue, and have the freedom to practice what I believe in and what my ancestors believed in. I cannot do that here, according to the laws of property. I feel as if this shared land I am on, is not shared in the way it was supposed to be. I know that others cannot simply exist as themselves either while being on their own land.

This is Anishinaabe and Haudenosaunee territory. I only wish to be myself and take care of the land around me. I am rejected over and over again, by authoritative white people or even society to be who I am. Sure, there are some support groups out there, but I need more. I'm sick and tired of everyone trying to silence me. (This happens even with the relatives on the European side) I will not be ashamed of my heritage or who I am.

Now, I'm not blaming all white people here. In fact, I have a lot of white friends, even Acadian friends, and I wouldn't trade them for the world, but some people need to pay attention a little bit more if you know who I mean. Get it through your thick-ass skulls. I am not to be pitied, I am not a part of your stupid Cowboys and Indians game, I will not marry a white man and live a life being whitewashed and treated horribly like my grandmother did. To put it simply, I am not leaving, I am not breaking, and I am not to have my culture taken by you. Thank you.

#repressed anger #indigenous #treaty #canada #rant over #creator #algonquin #words of mine

[mig15faggot]

okay tumblr heres the deal. im a real dipshit. a real idiot. i really didnt do this on purpose. i lost my keys to the bottom of my purse for about a week and got them replaced so i have a backup set now but i ended up in the psych ward the second time this ramadan and its so hard to observe ramadan in a goddamn psych ward they want you fasting when the suns down its absolutely insane how christian this "laique" private military hospital is. the fort i have to volunteer at again. monfort. they think im a doctor or something but i have a bs degree in philosphy is what i keep telling them

either way i lost my wallet on the bus going to cash a cheque that was a refund for fucking hockey equipment. i bought a helmet, a bunch of tape, and other gear in time to get to play this winter. the sticks i bought out of pocket i had to buy sticks again lol cause i got rid of them during a move at some point along with my mothers walking stick. i cant keep all your bullshit alive mom and dad. sorry.

so basically donations from the internet are no good and i need a brave asshole in or around ottawa to offer me tissues toilet paper and a pack of smokes. i have weed and idc im the queen of france and everyone is too scared to try anything against me. its the middle of the night and id rather bug tumblr than keep texting my best friend.

sorry im like this i swear i didnt lose the wallet on purpose. theres no money on the card theres small change and the guitar pick i used to make my only lp in high school. it sucks cause i had to rush it and produce it all on my own but its lost media now afaik. idk where my hard drive in is this mess.

i dont wanna put my shit out on bandcamp because i hate the culture of asking ten bucks to download ones music. i get it its only ten bucks but this money is quite precarious around my ass and i dont care about getting tied to a wage. sorry my time is worth more than a wage or a salary and im a communist. i dont want to be the bitch asking a toonie for more eps and lps if i ever go back to the god damn studio. i dont want to be the bitch screaming about labor conditions and space jam bullshit in ottawa. this place is cursed and im like the devil or something. the aliens dont want to tie us up to our own bullshit labor contracts. im sorry the $12 million contract from the aliens is just as bullshit dont take it lmao dont offer it either bozos.

the french owe friendship and solidarity to the anishinaabe and im deeply ashamed no ones been brave eough to play the devil king or queen of france at the end times and end the occupation in palestine already. jesus fucking christ youre all assholes here stop playing jesus all of you little martyrs everywhere anyday we couldve had this.

my problem is im friends with joan of arc and anne frank and my mom is journaling my life because she thinks shes doing me and anne franks crowd a favor by being a zionist. forreal my moms a canadian idiot and i kind of hope she killed herself in shame 15 years ago because oh my god i dont want to talk to her for a couple months again fuck off mom the old regent queen of france needs to go back to bed it isnt even six in the morning the birds are singing but its dark af outside i should eat something

zior park made me cave to kpop again go check out christian and ghost sound of the summer. i miss kpop sorry i had to avoid kpop forever hi christian idiots over on the south side stop playing jesus omg youre such communists anyway wake up bozos.

im like the devil or something. im gonna play fma to get my mom back on october 3rd because i didnt forget, tumblr. i didnt forget you guys. idc if i lose an arm or a leg at this point. my brothers safe in his shell already dont go bugging alexandre. "dont call my name alejandro" means dont blast alex too and lady gaga failed that one so im blasting her. my family couldnt shut up about being work acquaintances and sharing family stories with her? sorry i have to blast my family like this theyre all assholes who wanna find out what happened to my mom anyway. and whoever else died.

and idcc lemme live my life holy shit its so structurally impossible to be myself as an autistic trans woman and the funniest bitch on the planet year after year whats my problem? im an ottawa citizen and i have to live a human life as lucifer. lucina. whatever its lucy now. i liberated hell as a child. they taught me ego death as a fucking toddler. amos daragon escaping hell as a teenager and being anxious? thats really cute that was my last airbender shit before nickelodeon caught on to something really special.

go check out amos daragon and berskerk already. and awakening. i wanna bring back pokemon. the real shadow games. fuck yugioh lol

ive got the madoka wish to end suffering in my pocket and ive had it for a long time. i cant believe we lost lauren. she was my homura. im so sorry lauren. rest in peace. please dont try to stop me its okay. ily. no shit i thought i was sayaka all along im like that. ill throw my soul gem into traffic watch me. i hate saying that line so much especially in this town its worse than inshallah. thats trudeaus dad saying hell put security on every mp during the october crisis. enjoy 2024. i hope the leafs win the cup in four years so hell can freeze over already i miss my odrs!! bring back the canal for more than a few days at a time! please?? anyone!? wake up!

#fire emblem #pokemon #montreal to madrid #lady lamb #anyone wake up!!!! #alison from orleans you devil someone go bug ali she showed me this website #this is her backyard i took over hello the internet you needed a special corner and i fucking found it tysm tumblr ily tumblr i cant lose u #ali wake up you might be the more restrained jealous wrathful bitch here but i think the war on ukraine is on you and i dude #forreal stop it with russian agent bullshit wake the fuck up and read lenin #whats the story with anastasia and the shotguns do you want me to tell it id rather ask her in person you know how it is #pokemon go to the polls? that was funny #lemme show you #pokemon go conquest #ottawa #montreal #toronto #cataraqui #idc ill make it a fan game with my friends if nintendo doesnt offer it to us anyway #watch the awakening cutscenes on youtube if you havent played awakening #im lucina wake the fuck up ali and i wished marth would get to be a chick already that was amazing thank you kyubeys at nintendo #that was alisons wish. the ukranian from my siblings school. the lesbian i was bearding with in college. yeah of course #she showed me tumblr how do you think this was gonna end anyway im not letting go of this thing and i bet neither is she #find her!! shes with the fire emblem crowd #lucina was her wish and shes a magical girl and a half this one. shes got a degree in translation now #we met learning german together at uottawa #lady lamb at lamoureux already fuck off other ali we were in arts thats the stairwell to hell #pokemon go conquest alreadyyy #from the malbaie to gaspé to winsor and thunder bay! give us pokemon already!! #(im handing out pokemon cards like no tomorrow joan of arc likes pokemon more than yugioh the king of games is back motherfuckers) #i cant wait to play the rat deck on my friends three blue eyes white quacavals or whatever the fuck the duck starter is called

[barbreypilled]

idk if this is Little Baby Discourse that we’ve already been over but as someone whose family was directly and irreparably affected by predatory child welfare services under a colonial government I find those modern au takes where it’s like ‘the Greyjoys are an ignorant low income family and they live in a trailer and the Starks notice immediately that Theon is malnourished so they take him in and everything works out the end’ to be uhhhhh questionable like why is Unhealthy Dynamic synonymous with Poor and what is so attractive about the canonical Child Removed From Their Culture And Homeland being translated into Poor Child Leaves Bad Hick Family To Be With Nice Upper Middle Class Family ???

#also another thing that cps does is separate siblings which is Very Bad #and it’s like if Theon gets adopted by Nice Rich People then what happens to Asha #I am babbling but like #u get what I mean #honestly it just gives me the same vibe was what the rcmp did to my grandparents because their parents were Bad Stupid Injuns #like I’ll be the first to project my daddy issues onto B*lon no question but #I’m not out here pretending that Winterfell was any healthier for Theon than Pyke was #also the Greyjoys are literally canonically stupidly rich they are part of the 1% Theon is a whole ass prince #balon was whacked by the wizard mafia that was white collar crime #and like my dad’s family is poor and dysfunctional #those dynamics exist and they suck but like #slapping rich people on the problem isn’t fixing it especially when considering the fact that the iron islands were colonized more or less #asoiaf #theon greyjoy #valyrianscrolls #also when ppl are like #‘the iron islands are Dumb and Bad because they’re misogynistic!!1!!’ wait until u find about literally all of Westeros #also while I’m at it #I’m from a tribe that is consistently stereotyped as violent and crazy even by other natives #our anglicized name comes from an anishinaabe word meaning man eater #so chocking up entire cultures as bad and crazy and backwards is extremely suspicious to me #even if said culture isn’t even real

[neechees]

i thought NDN also stood for non/not dead native as well as being slang. Am i pulling that out of my ass or is that true (sorry im Anishinaabe and in the community im in outside of tumblr thats what we all thought- it could be a thing thats like dependant on the location )

As far as I knew it was just onomatopoeia slang for "Indian" but shorter (like saying n8tiv) but that also works

[tired-fandom-ndn]

Non-Native fans: *use bastardized versions of my culture’s sacred spiritual beliefs as cutesy tropes in their fanart and fanfiction*

My Anishinaabe ass:

#alastor is not a w*ndigo #hannibal is not a w*ndigo #kylo ren is not a w*ndigo #none of you even know what w*ndigoag fucking are #please leave my culture ALONE #fandom discourse #racism in fandom #ndn tag

[queerkwe]

“I still remember the knot in my stomach when I came out to my mom 6 years ago. At the time, I made a lot of assumptions about how she felt about me being queer. I had no idea that this moment of honesty would lead to a livelong friendship with my mother. Don't get me wrong, there was an adjustment period for both of us. It was a year or so before we could even talk about it aloud. Comfort zones were tested the first time I brought a girlfriend home from college. But through this uncomfortable transition, blossomed an honest, open, and downright wholesome relationship between my mom and I. She has taught me what it means to be an Anishinaabe woman and I take those teachings with me as I figure out what this #TwoSpirit identity means to me. Her wisdom, power, and artistry continue to inspire me to do better, to be better 

With all of this being said, I am happy to announce that my mom, Vicki Lynn, is my first artist collaboration!! We've been making artwork together all summer long and it has been an amazing experience. We push each other's artistic and competitive sides every day. 18 year old me could have never imagined my mom and I working together to create LGBTQ and Two Spirit pride artwork. She has made a traditional, hand-woven 50 inch pride belt ($95) and two beautiful cedar rimmed pride dream catchers ($35/$45). Message me if you are interested in any of the items.”

YALLLL I’m sharing this post from my beadwork shop page (facebook: queerkwedesigns) on tumblr because I never thought this day would be here and I need to talk about it. I wanted to keep my business post short but I know y’all live for this gay shit. 

First let me explain something about my mom and I. We didn’t have a close relationship growing up. There weren’t as many hugs or “I love you”s or comforting touches as I would have liked, but now I realize she was doing the best she knew how. You see, my nokomis (grandmother) was in a Native boarding school and she saw a lot of abuse and neglect as a kiddo at the Holy Childhood School of Jesus (ironic, right?). My mom was conceived when my white, alcoholic grandfather wanted to piss off his religious parents by fucking around with dirty little Indian girls. It was a truly fitting 1950′s love story. My mom was the oldest of 4 and she helped raise my aunts and uncle when my grandpa split. My nokomis was such a strong, beautiful Anishinaabekwe who ended up being a tribal judge in her final years, but in many ways she was emotionally absent because of her childhood traumas. She did what she knew how, which was to keep them fed, clothed, and get them through high school graduation. Despite all of her hardships, she was able to do that-which is amazing! Then it was my mom’s turn to be a parent and she tried her hardest to break some of cycles and combat that historical trauma ingrained within us. She fed us, clothed us, and got us through high school. She even hugged us a little more, learned how to say “I love you”, and tried to be there in the ways she knew how. 

I can talk about all of this now, but I didn’t understand it as a poor, closeted gay kid who grew up in a town of 700 people and wanted nothing more than to get out and never look back. It wasn’t until I went away to college and learned about boarding schools, historical trauma, and understood the ways that structural inequalities shaped the lives of those in my family and community. Instead of being upset with my mom for the lack of support, I grew proud of the woman she became despite everything thrown her way. It’s been a rough path to this point though. She was the last person in my immediate family that I came out to because I was terrified of being rejected and losing her. It wasn’t ideal and there was definitely an adjustment period for both of us, but it ultimately forced us to talk about emotions in a way that we had never been able to before. 

Flash forward to this summer, where we have been creating together and helping each other grow emotionally, spiritually, and artistically. I’ve been helping her see herself as the strong, amazing lady she is and she’s been helping me stay grounded and remember where I come from- a long line of bad ass, indigenous kwe who get shit done. I’m planning on applying to grad schools in the fall and I’m not sure where I’ll end up, so this time with her and my family has been so important. This is the longest amount of time I have been home since I left for college after high school. This place used to bring me back to that closeted, emotionally blocked, self hating baby gay, but now fills me with warmth in a way I never expected. I had to leave to understand myself. I had to go and be around the queer community to witness that being an openly LGBTQ individual was really an option. Now that I have, I need to return and feed my indigenous spirit. In one way, things are coming full circle as I embrace this two spirit identity which incorporates both my queerness and my culture. In another way, I’m feeling more lost than ever as I try to understand what it means to be a two spirit person in this society. Having my mom by my side for support and guidance along the way is an amazing feeling. I can’t wait to see how relationship grow and strengthen.

Thanks for reading! Like/Reblog so hopefully some other LGBTQ Natives get ahold of this story and know that things do get better. There are ways to bring your identities together. It’s by no means easy, but it beats having them conflict for attention and emotional energy. Our ancestors would have embraced you into their arms and hopefully one day our communities will remember our traditional ways of acceptance. In the mean time, you are valid, you are loved, and you are so fucking important.

Message me if you’re interested in any of the beadwork/ dreamcatchers/ belts shown. Prices and more beadwork can be found at my facebook shop @queerkwedesigns. If you don’t have access to facebook, message me on here. Follow me on Instagram @queerkwe. My beadwork is for everyone, all I ask is that you’re an ally to queer and indigenous folx. If you want to/are able to donate to me, project supplies, or sponsor a two spirit/ lgbtq indigenous person who otherwise could not afford this pride jewelry here are my online accounts. Message me about collaborations/questions/comments! Email- [email protected]

Paypal: paypal.me/reblynn

Venmo: @rebecca-lynn 

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#two spirit #lgbt #twospiritpride #Anishinaabe #nativebeadwork #pride jewelry #earrings #ndn #ndn tumblr #indigenous #supportindigenousartists #personal #wholesome #lgbtfamily #lgbtpride #boost #dreamcatcher #indigenousmade #wovenbelt

[blackbearmagic]

> getting dressed for bed when the lights suddenly do a rather ominous flicker

> pause, put down shirt

"Stop that."

> lights flicker again

"I said, knock that off."

> most dramatic light flicker yet

"All right, motherfucker, listen the Fuck up, I am the resident witch here and I declare this unacceptable. You will stop this at once--"

> interrupt self, consider something briefly

"Unless of course you are an Anishinaabe spirit, in which case I sincerely apologize for both my tone and my settler-descended ass being in Your place. I'm here to try and help children learn about and appreciate the natural world."

> pause

> lights do not flicker again

"Also, if I do end up working at the Mille Lacs Indian Museum this summer, I will work my hardest to make good educational materials for people to learn from there, as a means of apology for my ancestors' wrongs."

> no further light flickering

#spirit work #look man I ain't about to fuck with Native spirits and/or gods okay

[tainolibrary]

"...Fact 1: I am Native. So-called “spirit animals” are part of my spiritual tradition, which is Metis-Anishinaabe. They’re usually called by the Anishinaabe word, which I am not putting on the internet, or “spirit/dream helpers” in English. Natives in fact are not, gasp, homogeneous, and omg some of us have different spiritual traditions than others! (look, I can do the obnoxious patronizing voice too!) And so just because you point to three Native people from cultures that don’t have such a tradition doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist! This tradition is a VERY sacred one, and thanks to colonization it is being forgotten in huge amounts, to the extent that most young Natives don’t even really know much about it—a situation exacerbated by the popular appropriation of “spirit animals.”

Fact 2: Yes, people around the world have and had similar traditions of spirit helpers, who are frequently animals. HOWEVER, the concept of spirit animals in popular culture came from anthropologists’ descriptions of Native American religions (see Durkheim, The Elementary Forms of Religious Life). It doesn’t matter if the ancient Celts had similar practices, because spirit animals are associated in the popular imagination with Natives, not Celts. I and other Natives regularly get asked, “Can you tell me what my spirit animal is??” Irish people, for instance, do not. And “it’s not Native, it’s New Age” my ass. Where the hell do you think the New Agers got it from? They got it from anthropology textbooks and from the hippies who went to the reservations in the 60s seeking Noble Savage enlightenment.

Fact 3: The fact that spirit animals in popular culture are a bastardized form of Native traditions does not mean they are not appropriative or harmful. Why? Because the popular idea of it comes to supersede the original meaning, infantilizing our traditions. Non-Natives start to think that they understand our traditions, and that they are primitive, rather than actually consulting and trying to understand. This gets bad when those non-Natives are the ones with control over our legal ability to practice our religion. Non-Native appropriation of the sweatlodge incorrectly done and causing death, for example, has resulted in greater restrictions on Native sweatlodges, because the non-Native interpretation was assumed to be representative.

Fact 4: Appropriation is a part of Native oppression, not a decoy issue, good lord. This attitude of popular ownership of Native traditions causes people to deny Natives the right to practice our religion, which is tied to the colonization and denial of access to our landbase since our practices are often linked to specific places, which is tied to the situation on reservations. It’s tied to the psychological state of our people, because you try growing up with having everyone making an utter mockery of your religion and see how your self-esteem comes out..."

[feralkwe]

late night "i should be asleep" thoughts include: as much as i adored the barbie movie, and you can be sure i did, i am absolutely devastated that with all the care they put into the wonderful diversity of the barbies they could not include one single indigenous barbie.

they had no problem co-opting details about our genocide to make a point about patriarchy, but could not visibly put one of the existing indigenous barbies on the screen.

we're almost always invisible unless we're dead.

#salty ndn blogging #my anishinaabe ass

[truecrimecringe]

My friends and i listen to the edgiest fkin music on this planet and also hate the tcc, they wanna say were all "straight white preppy cis 13 year old girls" :/ im :/ :/ anishinaabe :/ :/ :/ and a gay ass :/ :/ :/ :/ :/ trans boy :/ :/ :/ :/ :/ yikes

yikes -mod rin

[feralkwe]

“Near and far, Anishinaabe people have united to protect the Great Lakes,” said President Whitney Gravelle of the Bay Mills Indian Community. “We stand behind Attorney General Nessel because we know that shutting down Line 5 is the only way to protect everyone who depends on the land, water, and natural resources within the Great Lakes, including Anishinaabe people exercising our treaty rights.” Not only do the Great Lakes provide fresh drinking water to more than 40 million people, but in the creation stories of the Anishinaabe, the Straits of Mackinac are where the Great Turtle emerged after a flood to create the North American continent, which the Anishinaabe refer to as “Turtle Island.” Bay Mills and other Tribal Nations have hunted, fished, and gathered medicines in the Straits for thousands of years — since time immemorial.  In 1836, they ceded vast acres of land and water including the Straits to the U.S. government. “That 1836 treaty guarantees these Tribes the right to maintain their way of life in the ceded territory — a right that will be irrevocably destroyed if an oil spill from the dual pipelines contaminates the waters and aquatic life of the Straits,” said Managing Attorney David Gover of Native American Rights Fund (NARF).

Stoodis.

#michigan #line five pipeline #indigenous #native #great lakes #mackinaw straits #get im #my anishinaabe ass #salty ndn blogging #proud to see my tribe is part of this

[feralkwe]

i cannot stress how angry blood quantum requirements and people who place stock in them make me. it's utter racist garbage used to continue an ongoing genocide against indigenous people of turtle island, and you can fuck right off with it.

#my anishinaabe ass