native american racism is real

Native Americans are the true based Native Americans. All the others are in America only because of immigration history, because their ancestors came to America, or because they are the first immigration generation of their future bloodline. So stop the racist shit and don’t act like you are a real American because you are someone with a light skin tone, because you are being delusional. You are an American yes, but not an indian, so a native.

On This Day

On this day, I want to say Happy Indigenous Peoples Day. On this day we celebrate the numerous cultures of Natives, while acknowledging the trauma their ancestors faced. You guys are courageous, resilient and beautiful. Your stories are more than just a chapter in a history textbook, your stories are eternally part of America’s foundation.  

“ Racism against Native Americans is at the heart of the pipeline battle.“

A reminder of the ways that institutional and environmental racism that occurs today, is linked to the genocidal origins of the United States. Anti Indigenous sentiments still exist in Doctrines that are upheld as symbols of democracy and patriotism, such as the Declaration of Independence referring to Natives as “Merciless Indian Savages” 

 "We are very much aware as Native American people that systemic racism is very real. It is a stealth racism that works its way into local and national government,“ Manning said. "It works its way into law enforcement and this is why we see these sorts of things happen because there is such a negative perception of Native American communities." 

Ridiculous 6

Adam Sandler’s newest film, “Ridiculous 6,” just hit streaming devices everywhere this week, and I image it’s going to stir up some shit based on a) my generations obsession with Netflix and b) the current sjw trend that is at least found abundantly on tumblr.

I just got done watching the film, and I really enjoyed it. Is it some great philosophical film that will win all the awards at the Oscars? No, but it was an enjoyable 2 hours watching it, at least to me. The cinematography was pretty awesome though.

The film satires Native American stereotypes, but what western doesn’t, and one of the themes of the film was pointing out and making fun of western film cliches. There was a scandal about native Americans walking off the set during filming, but it was only like 4 people out of hundreds, and they ended up coming back to finish shooting.

I think the film actually portrays race and disability in a positive light. None of the Ridiculous 6 bat an eye at the fact that one is half black, and another half Mexican. They treat Little Pete, who quite obviously has some sort of mental or developmental disability with kindness, and never call him stupid, and idiot, or retarded. They also not only accept “Herm” with his muteness, but actively attempt to include his thoughts and ideas into their conversations, when he can’t actually speak real words.

In the 1800s, it would have been unheard of for a bunch of white brothers to accept two mixed race siblings into the group.

Sandler’s performance in the film wasn’t the greatest, but even though he was the “main” character, he didn’t really hog the screen time.

If you have access to Netflix, I’d say watch it if you’ve got the time. It’s not a half bad movie, and any flack it has gotten, and will get, for whatever racial/sjw cause, is undeserved.

Being Native American/American Indian/First Nations in North America is terrifying.

I was a small, red tanned child when my father moved us to Oklahoma, after his retirement from the Air Force. I’d been born and raises in an area that was predominantly Asian, Black and Latino. Minorities everywhere in a community where being white was rare, and unusual. My white neighbors were a strange novelty to me and my brother, and we thought nothing of it. To us, that was the way things worked and we had no need to question it. We were safe with our tanned skin and dark features.

Then we were enrolled in school in Oklahoma. We’d never seen so many white people in one place. There were maybe three black kids and one Asian kid in the whole school, and we were so confused. However, the white kids seemed to accept us as sun tanned members of their ‘caste’… at first.

Then I had a school project. It was heritage week, so I asked my mom for help. I was sat down and had our nature explained to us. We were part of a minority group, Cherokee on my father’s side, Cheyenne on my mother’s, and we looked it. Mom said I should be proud and never forget, she told me bits of our people’s histories (and being six and easily scared, I only got the nice bits. Living off the land, myths and legends. The nice parts before the Trail of Tears, reservations, and cultural erasure)

Proud little me went into school, stood in front of the class. and announced my heritage…

and they hated me. word spread through the school like an infectious disease. no one would play with me. not even the black or Asian kids. White kids were nicer to them than they were to me. they shouted “go back to the reservation”– I’d never stepped foot on one– and I remember going home in tears and curling up on the couch, telling my mother that I didn’t want to be native. I wanted to be white. I wanted to be liked. I hated myself and my history, and my ancestors.

I stopped going outside. I did everything I could to lighten my skin. I read magazines in the library in desperate hopes of finding a way to pass for white. I got sick as often as I could to avoid school.

My parents, seeing how miserable my brother and I were, brought us home to California. We were returned to the school we started at.

but it was too late.
my experience in Oklahoma scarred me. I sobbed openly when my skin started darkening again.
I was seven.
A black girl came up to me. I remember her sitting next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders, asking what was wrong… and I cried harder and explained what was wrong.

“ look at me. I’m black and American Indian. Do I look like I hate you? I’m sitting next to you and hugging you and I think you’re cool. its okay. you’re going to be okay.”

I’m 27. I remember her, remember Oklahoma, remember the fear. I’m proud of my people again, I get excited when my skin darkens and you can see my heritage better… but the words of those Oklahoman kids still rings in my ears. there are times when I’m still scared… but what I hate more than anything is the way native people are ignored in the media.

bad things happen to us and people brush us off. they like our casinos, but not the people. we got the vote last and we were here first. we get snubbed by health care, welfare, assistance programs, schools… our history month is the same as the one in which the celebration of the eastern seaboard natives provided white men with food to make them stop robbing graves.

racism is very real and native Americans are a huge victim of it, especially small children. stop American Indian erasure. stop violence against us. save the first people on the continent. save little children from the fear of racism and shame of their skin. please.

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Published on 30 Apr 2014

The No Foul Coalition needs us to band together to end racism in the NBA and all professional sports…except for Native-Americans. They don’t count.

With the recent attention on the NBA surrounding Donald Sterling’s controversial 
remarks, it is easy to overlook that Native-Americans have long experienced racism in professional sports. The No Foul Coalition isn’t real, but is meant to shine a light on how prejudice towards minorities affect us all.