Forgive my cynicism but the notion that the United States (or any state’s) government can effectively intervene or investigate the causes and solutions for Missing and Murdered Indigenous women is utter horseshit and an exercise in hypocrisy. On November 26, President Donald J. Trump signed an executive order creating a White House task force on... Continue Reading →
Oh, Child. You are not just a child of God. You are the answer to aeons of prayer. You were made this way before breath brought you to life. Spider woman and thread weavers from realms you've not yet met answered the prayers of Ancients and made you. Your normal is not theirs Your normal... Continue Reading →
The international reach of The Fuckery's movement of disappeared indigenous women from North America goes beyond gaming institutions. It involves the diplomatic corps of the United States, Russia, Japan, China and Kyrgyzstan in the United States, Russia, Japan, China, Morocco, Germany and more. It involves multinational resort and hotel brands that span the globe and... Continue Reading →
There are so many who just want to come home. They are alive. There are so many mothers and brothers who think they're dead. They're not. They are alive. There are so many that have given up the hope of wrapping their arms around daughters and nieces and granddaughters. There are so many who just... Continue Reading →
“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.” “When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less... Continue Reading →
You have no idea You have no idea your desire to retreat is merely your fear of meeting yourself in another. You have no idea that your fear of another is merely your fear of intimacy with the one you've separated yourself from. Your avoidance of the stimuli that feeds your soul has led you... Continue Reading →
I saw you at the oncologist's office. Even before then, for weeks, I've seen your brain, the invader and the T-cells fighting it. I've felt your fear. In fact, had it myself when I thought my brain was trying to tell me that I had the cancer. I heard the words, "It's grown" and knew... Continue Reading →
artist: R Blackwater In the introduction to this series on Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Children, I mentioned that this unfolding of the Fuckery and I requires discussion of history and the repercussion arisen out of it, trauma experienced and held by peoples and the natural world, realities of misogyny, sexuality, institutionalized racism, the... Continue Reading →
I've shared before the confusion and despair felt when ignored by tribal leadership I've reached out to across the continent. Whether the attempted connection is with Osage, Crow, or Anishinaabe (or Blackfoot or Cree or Shoshone or Cheyenne or Pima or....), the silence I've been met with has been as deafening and deadening as the... Continue Reading →
