Source: Sinister Wisdom 43/44 ( The 15th Anniversary Retrospective)
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Native American/First Nations Woman Writer of the Week
WENDY ROSE
Hopi/Miwok writer Wendy Rose (1948-) was born in Oakland, California, and did not experience a reservation childhood. She had few connections to her Hopi and Miwok heritage save for stories from her father’s Hopi people. This childhood experience helped shape Rose’s poetry and her focus on reclaiming her cultural identity. Her work is influenced by ethnography, her personal experience of identity, and both her political and feminist stances. Besides poetry, Rose also writes nonfiction that addresses issues of appropriation of Native American culture.
As a young woman, Rose dropped out of high school, joined the American Indian Movement (AIM), and participated in the 1969-71 occupation of Alcatraz. Rose did return to school and earned a BA, MA, and a PhD in anthropology, all from the University of California, Berkeley. Her studies in anthropology helped bridge the gap between her early experiences and her indigenous identity, and she stated that during her time at Berkeley she often “felt like a spy in the field of anthropology.” This experience also led to a decades-long academic career.
UWM Special Collections preserves seven collections of Rose’s poetry: Hopi Roadrunner Dancing (Greenfield Review Press, 1973); Builder Kachina (Blue Cloud Quarterly, 1979); Long Division: A Tribal History (Strawberry Press, 1981); What Happened When the Hopi Hit New York (Contact II Publications, 1982); Going to War With All My Relations ( Northland Publishing, 1993); Bone Dance, (University of Arizona Press, 1994); Itch Like Crazy (University of Arizona Press, 2002).
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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“My House is the Red Earth” from Secrets from the Center of the World by Joy Harjo, 1989
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How to be a better ally to brown communities and issues!!!
Boost and share our posts and stories.
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Acknowledge your privilege and educate yourself on how to help instead of hurt with it.
Acknowledge and accept that you as a white person will NEVER EVER EVER feel and experience a situation as deeply and emotionally as a brown community. Generational trauma is real and we feel it.
Be respectful at protests, we want peace and equality, being a twat during call to actions and protests backfires on us.
Learn the best way to support us and our causes when the time comes.
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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i don’t want to tell this story–
a 16-year-old kid, the shit kicked out of them
in a school bathroom,
no medical attention, no police called on their
three attackers,
the ones who slammed their head into
a dirty linoleum floor over and over again
until their brain started bleeding.
i don’t want to tell this story–
an indigenous teenager
dying in a hospital bed a day after being
victimized
& when i tell my white, cishet mother
about it– because this is one of the ones
that gets me–
she doesn’t even blink. it’s almost normal now.
Nex, I Am Sorry.
i am sorry this happened to you.
& i am sorry no one cared enough
to stop them before it was
too late
for you. they hold vigils for you
around the country– including at Stonewall,
but it isn’t enough, is it? it’s never
enough.
-- Elegy for Nex Benedict
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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"I came into this world already scarred by loss on both sides of my family. My Indigenous side; my European side. My father and my mother were the kind of damaged people who should never have had children. But of course, they had me, and so my first language was loss."
Deborah Miranda, When Coyote Knocks on the Door (2021)
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Listen to the wind it talks. Listen to the silence it speaks. Listen to your heart it knows.
Native American Proverb
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