#native kitsch

[halfbreed-mohawk]

Trying to enjoy some outlet mall shopping at Sawgrass Mills, I bumped into my friend here outside of Oasis Cigars.  Guess what?  Every time a Native person sees one of these, it reminds us that we are “other,” that we’re supposed to be relics and mascots.  It’s hurtful.  It’s racist.

So fuck you.

[halfbreed-mohawk]

"Perhaps you think the Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit.  If I thought you were sent by the Creator, I might be induced to think you had a right to dispose of me.

But I'm hard to smoke, bitch."

- Chief Joseph, 1876 (more or less)

[halfbreed-mohawk]

"I am tired of fighting... My people ask me for food, and I have none to give.  It is cold, and we have no blankets, no wood.  My people are starving to death.  Where is my little daughter?  I do not know ... Buy these apples."

- Chief Joseph, more or less

[halfbreed-mohawk]

"When I think of our condition, my heart is heavy. I see men of my own race treated as outlaws and driven from country to country, or shot down like animals.  

Then I think of Prince Albert Tobacco and I cheer right the fuck up."

- Chief Joseph (Hinmatóowyalahtq̓it), more or less.