I didn’t take any selfies today, so these video stills are my offering.
My father is Lakota and Northern Cheyenne. My mother is Anishinabe, Cree, Seneca,
Ho Chunk, and a handful of other nations that escape my memory right now.
My ancestors fought at the Little Bighorn, witnessed Wounded Knee in 1890 and 1973, were chased by the government into Canada, served as interpreters for U.S. presidents, and were chosen as chiefs to their nations.
I can tell you the story of how my family got their surname and how I got my own name. I can introduce myself in Lakota, but no other languages of my ancestors. I was born on a reservation, and am now away from home as a graduate student in both American Indian Studies and Linguistics. I study revitalization and resilience.
I am endlessly proud of my heritage, and hope to one day become a source of pride for my descendants to come.
And I have love, so much love, for Indigenous peoples everywhere.