People love natives in such a superficial way. People wanna stand with natives when weāre talking about the trees, and the land. People wanna stand with natives when we talk about philosophies of love and togetherness. But as soon as itās time to talk about political side of being native. About dismantling a system built on the genocide of our people. About how we need a new system that isnāt built upon capital gain and benefitting white bodies. About putting up a fight. About how the colonial state we reside in is a disgusting imperial plague on this land. Suddenly yāall donāt wanna talk native.
"They spent hundreds of years trying to assimilate my ancestors, trying to create indians like me, who could blend in, but now they donāt want me either. They canāt make up their minds.
They want buckskin and face paint, drumming, songs in languages they canāt understand recorded for them but with English subtitles, of course. They want educated, well spoken, but not too smart. Christian, well behaved, never question. They want to learn the history of the people, but not the ones that are here now, waving signs in their faces, asking them for clean drinking water, asking them why their women are going missing, asking them why their land is being ruined.
They want fantastical stories of Indians thatĀ usedĀ to roam this land. They want my culture behind glass in a museum.
But they donāt want me." -Shelby Lisk
