urban natives

Shoutout to Brown Jewish  Women

Shoutout to Brown Jewish Women who receive skepticism from their bosses when they ask for the same Jewish Holidays off that their white coworkers got without question, because Jewish girls aren’t supposed to look like them. Who hear people who assume they’re goy spout anti-semitism around them. Who are told by other PoC that they’re less black/lantinx/Arab/Urban Native/Asian/Persian/Pacific Islander/Indian and somehow “white” because they’re Jewish. Who are deemed “race traitors” for being Jewish. Who have to hear elder patrons at temple call them “schvartzeh” behind their backs. Who are “not REALLY Jewish”. Who believe they’ll never be “beautiful” because they might grow up to have both a “Jewish nose” and “black lips” or “Asian eyes”. Who have their children told that they’re not really Jews because people assume that their mothers aren’t Jewish. Shout-out to Brown Jewish Women.

Highly intelligent and resourceful, raccoons are one of the most widespread mammals in North America. They have adapted to live in forests, mountain areas, coastal marshes and even urban centers. In Native American legends, they are known as tricksters and mischief-makers. Their characteristic masks and dexterous paws make them seem cute and approachable, but never forget that they are wild animals. Photo by Gary Miller, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.

Although they are presented as harmless, goofy explorations of inane historical side-notes, cable TV specials such as Ancient Aliens and The Lost History of Ancient America normalise expressions of racist intellectual attitudes towards native peoples.

Their basic premise remains: ‘These primitive brown people couldn’t possibly have contributed to our cultural history! It must have been [aliens / giants / prehistorical Europeans]’. Indigenous peoples in North America, Latin America and Africa were practical metallurgists, experimental chemists, civil engineers and urban planners - restoring native peoples to their factual place in human developmental history reveals a dazzlingly beautiful archaeological narrative which throws grubby crypto-fascist conspiracy loons into the shade. 

Busting these absurd, revisionist ahistories is an anti-racist duty.

Night Terrors, Nightmares, Lucid Dreaming, Or Sleep Paralysis?

Do you ever have those dreams that you know you’re dreaming but you can’t seem to wake up?

Well this is my two experiences and they aren’t good ones.


First experience: 

I was 7 or 8 at the time, I lived in this small house and I never felt safe.

Things have happened like doors closing by themselves, voices calling you at night, seeing a small girl go running, or even the feeling of someone tickling your feet at night.

I went to bed at 7PM as I regularly did for school and I remember dreaming that I was in my basement and I had this awful feeling like I was being watched and I knew I was dreaming so I began pinching myself hard but I wouldn’t wake up.

As I slowly walked up the stairs I felt like someone was behind me and I looked back and there it was, the tall black figure with pointy long fingers.

I began screaming and I ran up the stairs and it caught my legs and began dragging me down the stairs and I remember fearing for my life.

I woke up screaming my lungs off and I was sweating so bad, my mom came & held me for an hour as I cried and said I didn’t want to go back to bed.


Second Experience: (2011 maybe 2012)

There I stood, In my high schools hallway. I knew I was dreaming, I had this awful feeling in my stomach & I knew something was immediately wrong.

I began pinching, punching, & even slapping myself but I wouldn’t wake up and I remember all this fear filling me.

I began slowly walking down the hallway and as I reached towards the stairs that led to the lower level the more the fear inside of me increased.

I stopped walking and I couldn’t move, there it was. The thing I had dreamt of before, the tall black figure with long pointy fingers.

I reacted quickly and ran down the stairs, I never looked back and I ran to the schools library. I hid behind the desk where the librarian sat, I began pinching myself again to wake myself up but I still wouldn’t wake up.

I peaked around the corner and the thing came into the library from the other door across the room, I sat there completely still and it was too quiet.

I looked up and there it was, standing behind me. I tried to get up but I ended up falling on my back and I began crawling backwards as it moved slowly towards me.

My arm slipped and I fell so that I was laid down completely on my back, the thing came and bent down and looked me directly in my eyes.

All I remember is its red eyes and that evil smile, it’s finger made its way to my hip and it scratched me and I looked down to see it had scratched an “X” into me.

I suddenly woke up screaming, sweating, shaking & crying.

A small pain filled my hip and I pulled up my shirt and there it was, the “X” the thing scratched onto me.

A few days after that the mark disappeared.


I am Native American so in our culture we believe in Medicine Men & my dad immediately took me to one, they didn’t know what was wrong with me.

Since then I haven’t dreamt of the black figure but I am still terrified that I might see him in my dreams again.

I don’t know what exactly happened but it stays in my mind 24/7.

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Ghosts on the Highway
Lost in the desert, alone and off his meds, John Kalama just wants to get back to what's left of his family—his grandfather, Daryl Redbea...

Lost in the desert, alone and off his meds, John Kalama just wants to get back to what’s left of his family—his grandfather, Daryl Redbear and sister, Jesse—on the Nisqually Reservation in the Pacific Northwest. But on his journey he is pursued by demons, plagued by spirits and mocked by an arrogant raven. Unsure if these visions are real or the effect of withdrawal symptoms, will they help or hinder his quest for familial reconciliation and an acceptance of his cultural heritage?


Chuck Bradley is a man tormented by demons of his own. Endlessly driving across the country, hoping to outrace his own past and appease his guilty conscience, his life as a loner comes to a screeching halt when his path crosses with John’s.

Together the two of them confront their deepest fears and test the bonds of friendship as the highway carries them through a landscape more alive than either had previously realized. 

I arrived in Mexico yesterday and I went to eat breakfast at a beautiful ranch, and that’s were I met this native doggy. “Xoloitzcuintlis were considered sacred dogs by the Aztecs (and also Toltecs, Maya and some other groups) because they believed the dogs were needed by their masters’ souls to help them safely through the underworld.”

Image by Adriana Damian

What do Natives Want to See Ourselves In?

@impassiverevelation asked:

I really liked that post about what kind of stories different people want to see themselves in. But I was wondering what kind of stories Native Americans want to see of themselves?

Short answer: Everything.

Long answer!

Something that isn’t built on the backs of Noble Savage or Magical Native American. I would love to see more stories where there’s everything about the culture pulled, and it genuinely feels like a specific nation, especially in fantasy.

Like, I get it’s easy to cast us as nature protectors. In a sense, it’s necessary, because “stewardship of the land” is part of being Native. But I get really tired of picking up a story that’s Native coded and all I see is “the land is in danger and these special magic users are the ones to save it.”

All magic ends up being either soul-healing or nature based, and can we have something that doesn’t feel like shamanism or just those tropes? Can’t we have a different conflict? Something maybe based on our own legends?

Also, less racism narratives would be very nice. Very very very nice. They’re important, but it gets exhausting to only read struggle narratives.

I’m a fantasy individual. I love high fantasy. But I’d love to see more Natives everywhere— pre-contact narratives that don’t include a single white person; romances that aren’t “strong man loves you” or overly sexualized; urban Natives reconciling all they left behind and all they can build again; horror novels on our terms, where the monster isn’t just a cannibal wendigo; sci fi where we’re in space (maybe making sure none of our activities invade other planets like white people invaded ours).

But, really, everything Native coded I read falls under the camp of either:

  • Horror monster (see: nearly every use of the wendigo by white people in the past century…)
  • Special magic users who are just more in tune with nature/souls

  • Something about racism/colonialism

I’d really like more.

If you want to see what other mods want, check out the Writing with Colour Wishlist.

~Mod Lesya

PSA to ALL native American women. Especially urban natives

PLEASE beware of anyone that claims that they can help you regain your heritage or get in touch with your spirituality. And I hate to say it but especially if it’s a man.

And I’m not talking about fake shamans that build the new age sweat lodges. I’m talking about actual native American men who exploit and manipulate urban native women who may have lost touch with their heritage.

They usually go after the ones that come from broken homes or broken relationships. A lot of the time these girls are still in high school or just graduated. They know which girls are the most vulnerable. They form bonds of trust over time and are patient with their targets. They usually take on multiple “students” at a time but are careful to keep them a secret from each other. They are extremely manipulative and are very good at earning trust and making their “students” feel whatever they want to feel.

They claim to want to teach the old ways of the ancestors but in reality, all they want is to take young native American women as use them for sex. I never thought this was a big problem in the community until I saw it happen twice within the same year. These men are evil and twisted.

My advice go young urban native women. If you don’t know about your heritage and traditions and want to seek out a teacher. DO NOT PICK A MAN!!!! Men and women have different traditions and different medicine so there is no reason to be taught by a man the old ways.

If it feels uncomfortable. Stop, drop and run like hell. If he tries to force you into something claiming some ancient native custom, don’t buy it in the slightest. Leave and never come back. No real teacher would try to force anything on you.

Please share and or reblog the hell outta this so that our sisters can protect themselves.

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Lost in the desert, alone and off his meds, John Kalama just wants to get back to what’s left of his family—his grandfather, Daryl Redbear and sister, Jesse—on the Nisqually Reservation in the Pacific Northwest. But on his journey he is pursued by demons, plagued by spirits and mocked by an arrogant raven. Unsure if these visions are real or the effect of withdrawal symptoms, will they help or hinder his quest for familial reconciliation and an acceptance of his cultural heritage? 

Chuck Bradley is a man tormented by demons of his own. Endlessly driving across the country, hoping to outrace his own past and appease his guilty conscience, his life as a loner comes to a screeching halt when his path crosses with John’s. 

Together the two of them confront their deepest fears and test the bonds of friendship as the highway carries them through a landscape more alive than either had previously realized.