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I have some history of these people, and some stuff that I've learned from my grandmother but that's more what her life was like when she was young. I'd like to learn more about the realities of my people and how they lived, as opposed to pop culture understanding of them. Any solid resources beyond general Internet research to learn would be greatly beneficial in my search. Thank you!

From /u/anthropology_nerd

My favorite, solid introductory text for the Anishinaabeg is McDonnell’s Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America. This book is immensely readable, well sourced to direct you to further sources, and does an amazing job of centering the story in the Great Lakes (instead of facing west from English or French colonial lands). Seriously one of my favorite books.

Going out to the whole West, Calloway’s One Vast Winter Count: The Native American West before Lewis and Clark gives a great overview, and Rushforth’s Bonds of Alliance: Indigenous and Atlantic Slaveries in New France deals with the repercussions of the Indian slave trade in the region. Rushforth may be too focused for an intro, but it is fascinating to examine the slave trade as you dive into the history of the region. White’s The Middle Ground: Indians, Empires, and Republics in the Great Lakes Region, 1650-1815 used to be the go-to source, but might be a little dated now. If you start with White go to McDonnell next to get an updated perspective.

Hope this helps. Happy reading!

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“My father was a talented engineer. He could fix any type of truck, and he used his income to help the poor. Our neighbors’ school fees and hospital bills were always paid. My mother would bring needy people to our table, and order us to give them the best portions of meat. She’d explain that these people rarely had the chance to eat well. Both my parents were very religious. But they always taught us: ‘Humanity first. Everything else comes after.’ When the genocide began, they invited our Tutsi neighbors to hide in our house. There were seven of them. Some lived under the beds. Others lived in the cupboards. I was a teenager back then and my job was to change the waste buckets. It was a miserable existence, and it went on for months. But we prayed with them. We tried to give them hope. We told them that God was in control. At night we’d give them Muslim dress so they could go in the backyard and get fresh air. Our neighbors suspected us because our curtains were always closed. We never slept because we knew the penalty for hiding Tutsis was death. But all seven people in our house survived. Unfortunately my mother and father died a few years ago, so I must tell their story for them. Their names were Mukamunosi Adha and Gasano Juma. They saved seven lives. And they valued love and humanity more than anything.” (Kigali, Rwanda)