What happened to @NativeApprops?!

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Hi Y’all,

Long time no talk. I thought I would throw up a quick post in case any of you follow me on social media and were concerned that my accounts seem to have disappeared. They did! I’ve been on Twitter and Instagram for nearly (or over?) a decade without a substantial break, and things have felt hard online lately. There’s nothing wrong, I’m all good, and have some very exciting writing projects that need my attention in the coming months. The podcast is still rolling along with season 2, and I’m hoping this social media break will mean more time for blogging–my original love, and something I haven’t made time for in nearly a year.

So in summary, yes, my social media is deactivated, I will probably go back, but my relationship to Twitter especially may fundamentally change. I hope my absence can allow folks to diversify their Native follows and find lots of other amazing Native tweeters.

More later, but just wanted to make sure everyone knew I was all good! The ten year anniversary of Native Appropriations is coming up in January, which is wild, so look for some more and new content (and maybe some merch?) then!

With love,


PS- If you enter your email here to subscribe to the blog, you’ll get an email every time I post, and you won’t have to come by periodically to check. 🙂

How I hope 2019 unfolds: A quick success in San Diego

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Last week I was in Pacific Beach with my partner, and we stopped by a bar/restaurant called “Crushed” to grab a drink. I got up to go to the restroom, and in the hallway was confronted by a large mural of a headdress. It was painted facing a mirror, with words in reverse, so bar patrons could take mirror selfies that looked like they were wearing the warbonnet. I rolled my eyes, walked back to my table, grabbed my phone, and snapped the above photo.

While we finished our drinks I composed a quick caption on Instagram, trying to educate the bar on why the mural was inappropriate. I said:

Hey @crushedpb, this really isn’t ok. Warbonnets are sacred to several Native nations and are something that has to be earned. They are symbols of great respect and honor, and aren’t dress up or fantasy objects. When they’re used out of context in this way, it’s disrespectful to the real, living cultures that still use these headdresses in ceremony and community. Native peoples aren’t photo props, stereotypes, or IG cliches. I hope you’ll consider painting this over. ❤️

We went on with our night and I didn’t really think much of it. I’ve been doing this work for eight years at this point, and it’s rare for anyone to respond with anything but defensiveness and doubling down. Sure enough, an hour or so later, the bar responded with:

“The purpose is not to offend anyone”

I hopped back into the comments, which by this time were already numbering in the hundreds (always in awe of the power of the Native Approps community), and typed back:

“No one (or very few people) sets out to offend. Unfortunately, this is hurtful to me and other Native folks who might come in your bar. Despite the intent, it’s the impact that matters. If you need more info or would like to talk more, my contact info is on my site. I know your mantra is “you are loved,” but with this on the wall you’re saying that “you” doesn’t include the peoples whose land you’re on.”

Again, thought that was that. Then, the next morning, I woke up to this photo from Crushed in my messages:

I couldn’t believe it. They painted it over! Less than 24 hours after the initial Instagram post, someone from the restaurant was over at the store with a bucket of paint removing the headdress. I was shocked, and grateful. This is never the response to these kinds of interactions, or if it is, it usually takes hours and hours of labor to get folks to this point. They didn’t even ask me for more info, just went ahead and did the right thing. I wish everyone would react the same way to being called in. Amazing.

The artist himself is another story, and I won’t even take the time to tag him here. You can go investigate yourself if you’re interested–he has another painting called “smokeahontas” but his friends were violently defending his work in the comments. I hope he takes the time to learn, eventually.

So I just wanted to share this quick story so we can start 2019 on a high note, realizing that there are folks in the business world who want to do the right thing, and are willing to react and act when necessary. I’m going to naively and optimistically and completely unrealistically hope, but still hope, that this is setting a tone for the next year, and maybe this will be the year of actually listening to Indigenous folks, and making positive change.

Happy New Year, and huge wado to Crushed Pacific Beach for doing the right thing.

In case after all these years you still need the breakdown of why the misuse of headdresses is a problem, 3 posts/open letters that sum it up:

Sephora’s “Starter Witch Kit” and Spiritual Theft

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I start most mornings by smudging [for non-Natives: info here]*. I love how the smell lingers on me and in my home and I love that the smell reminds me of Native spaces. It makes me feel safe. The medicines I use were all gifted to me by friends or colleagues, or I have a few special ones that I gathered myself–a sweetgrass braid I made with my students while we were with Oneida tribal members on their lands, a bundle of sage gathered at Sacred Stone Camp with my friend from Standing Rock while we were participating in the movement in 2016. When I burn them, I remember where they came from or who gifted them to me, and that’s important to me and my practice as well. I also smudge when things are hard, or when something has happened and I need to cleanse or re-center. Smudging is grounding to me. It’s centering. It’s personal.

So when I see things like Sephora selling a $42 “Starter Witch Kit” from the brand Pinrose that includes a bundle of white sage, I have…thoughts.

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To the man who gave me cancer

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CW: Cancer, fertility, blood, surgery


My cervix and I were closer friends than many. I relied on her to fight my monthly stone man, to help manage my Pre-Menstrual Dysphoric Disorder. I knew what she felt like at different points of my cycle. I knew when she was lower and open versus high and closed, I knew what her varying types of mucus meant. I relied on those cues to know when it was time for me to start my cycles of monthly care, when it was time to take my meds, and when it was time to expect relief with the arrival of my monthly bleeding. I often marveled at how in sync with my body I had become. How I would notice the smallest changes. How learning to read myself was empowering and liberating. That’s gone now, because my cervix is largely gone. Some of these signs and language of my body may come back. They may not. I’ve mourned and mourn their loss. You took that from me.


It started with an abnormal pap smear. After decades of regularly scheduled exams and normal results I suddenly was thrust into medical fear and uncertainty. They also tested me for HPV. It came back positive for a high risk strain. I knew it was from you, because it couldn’t have been anyone else.

I called cis female friends. Many of them have had abnormal paps. They told me what to expect, that it would be fine. That it happens all the time. But I knew in the back of my mind and from a quick google that my cells were different–they weren’t squamous cells, they were glandular, and they carried more serious risk. But it was only four months after you, and I figured that wasn’t enough time for anything to develop into something serious.Read More

An Apology

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Dear Readers,
I need to apologize, and genuinely. A few days ago I wrote an entire post about Black Panther that talked about Indigenous Futurisms without talking about Afrofuturism, or, for the most part, acknowledging the characters’ blackness. That was wrong, it was unacceptable, and I know better and should have done better. I’m truly sorry. As a scholar who cares deeply about citation practices, I not only have a desire to cite and give proper credit to sources of knowledge, I have an ethical responsibility to do so, and I clearly failed deeply in this post. As someone who thinks often about my position as a white passing Native person, I recognize that the post was particularly harmful in its erasure of Black indigenous people.
I received valid critiques of the post, and rather than carefully considering these critiques I rushed to try and fix things quickly. I added a sloppy addendum and a half hearted “sorry you were offended” apology (the kind I am so quick to condemn from others), and didn’t pause to really listen or reflect on what folks were saying to me. I checked the boxes on what I thought I was supposed to do to make it right, rather than what I genuinely understood I had done wrong.
Then yesterday I put up a post, which acknowledged harm, but in a way that centered my own story and didn’t even offer an apology. It also referred to the critics in flippant and dismissive ways, and used tone policing language to do so. I then made quick late night edits to acknowledge that flippant language, while still not offering an adequate apology or pausing to reflect further on my actions.That post was part of prior conversations I’ve had for years on the blog, but putting it in conversation with the Black Panther post diminished any standing I might have had on the idea of consenting to learn in public—because clearly I hadn’t actually learned, I only managed to deflect my discomfort at being rightfully critiqued by centering myself.

I am so sorry for both the posts, and my reactions to them. In particular, I am sorry for the antiblack erasure of the original post. I also apologize to the people who had to perform extra labor to help me get to this point of understanding, particularly my friend Eve Ewing and twitter users/readers @brujacontumbao, @Lyddlemami, @, and others I may have missed, whom I don’t know personally but who took the time to offer criticism.

I hope to do better and appreciate your support in holding me accountable.


On Consenting to Learn in Public

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In 2010 when I started Native Appropriations, the internet was a very different place. Twitter was still emerging, blogspot blogs were a robust thing and everyone had one, and I literally had no idea what I was talking about. When I started the blog I knew that cultural appropriation was a thing, I knew that stereotypes were bad, I knew that racism existed, and I knew that there were big challenges in Indian Country, but I had no idea how those things were connected, or if they even were. I knew that I saw stereotypical imagery and representations everywhere, and that they made me feel bad, and honestly that’s where I started.

The blog came out of a time of struggle for me–I was a first year doctoral student, I was 23, I was the youngest in my program by around 5 years, and was the only student in my cohort who hadn’t ever been in grad school before. Not to mention, I was the only Native student in all the cohorts of doctoral students in my program, and one of only two or three Native doc students at all 13 schools of the university. I had just moved to the East Coast from California, where I had been surrounded by a large, supportive, and diverse Native community. On my undergrad campus (where I continued to work after graduation) there were enough of us, and we had enough support from the university faculty and staff, that I never felt like I had to be the lone representative for all of Indian Country, I hardly ever was the only Native student in a class, and I somehow managed to take an entire major’s worth of Native studies classes from only Native faculty. I was hella spoiled.

Then I arrived at grad school, and suddenly not only was I very far away from my family and community in California, I was faced with an entire schedule of classes that not only had no Native faculty, but not even one reading about Native peoples or by a Native scholar on any of my syllabi. I also was faced with overwhelming ignorance on Native peoples like nothing I had ever experienced before. My classmates told me to my face they thought Indians didn’t exist anymore, especially on the East Coast, or that they had never met a Native person in their lives. They didn’t have any knowledge or understanding of the issues or communities I cared about, and didn’t care to learn.

One day in Urban Outfitters, surrounded by the worst culturally appropriative BS I’d ever seen, something clicked. I realized that the reason my classmates didn’t know contemporary Native peoples existed, or care about our modern struggles and triumphs was partially because the only images they ever saw were things like this crud in Urban Outfitters, or any of the other awful stereotypes we see on a daily basis. To them, Native Peoples were these decontextualized stereotypes without any relation to the reality of Indian Country, and that, I decided, was a problem. So I put up a Facebook note, back when people did that, and asked my friends to start sending me things for a “project.” I honestly never thought anyone was going to read the blog. I thought it would be a place for me to catalog, mostly. A repository of images and products and things that I found hurtful, and place for me to find the words to say why. But obviously I was wrong, in the best ways, and it’s grown into something I never could have dreamed.

A few years into my grad program I was hanging out at a gathering at a friend’s apartment in Cambridge, we were talking about colorblind racism (as you do) and he had just finished a dramatic reading from a passage of Bonilla-Silva Racism without Racists (again, as you do at any social gathering), and we got to talking about my blog and the ways I was learning to recognize and deal with colorblind racism, putting into practice the theory I was learning in my Critical Race Theory in Education course. My colleague Liz turned to me and said that what she appreciated about the blog was that she had always seen Native Approps as a process of “consenting to learn in public.”

That phrase has stuck with me, and I now use it often. It perfectly fits what my experience has been on the blog, and it’s something I’ve tried to embody and model with every interaction both online and in my classrooms since then.

Early posts were a lot of questions—what do we think about this? Is this ok? Why is this acceptable? I didn’t have the answers, and I didn’t have the vocabulary or language to effectively discuss these issues. So there was a lot of linking to and quoting other people who were saying it better than me. Because I wasn’t ever explicitly taught why these images are wrong. Though I do have friends with fierce activist mamas and aunties and dads who were. But many of our fellow community members or relatives maybe don’t even see anything wrong with these images. Then for some of us, we arrive on high school, college, and grad school campuses, in off reservation spaces, and in some cases are confronted with these issues for the first time. But the expectation is that we have perfectly formulated, well-reasoned, non-emotional responses to these misrepresentations and instances of racism. And I sure as heck didn’t. So I consented to learn publicly, on the blog. Which has meant a lot of growth, and a lot of mistakes. But I found my voice, and in the process learned how to apologize the right way, how to admit I was wrong, and how to move forward without feeling like a total failure. Which are life skills that go beyond blogging.

Once I entered the mindset that writing the blog was an exercise of consenting to learn in public, I became braver. I realized as long as I was genuine, and I was honest, and I was authentic to my own experiences, readers would join the journey with me. They would learn along side me. I didn’t have to have all the answers. I had plenty of questions, and that was ok. On the blog I’ve also never masked who I am. I talk often about my appearance, about my upbringing in white suburbia, about my ongoing process of reconnecting to my own community, and that I do not and cannot speak for all of Indian Country. I can only speak to my experiences, but my experiences are valid as one Native perspective among millions. But by opening up and being vulnerable about these pieces of my identity, it allows readers to trust me. And through that trust comes a willingness to listen and learn. There will never be a big “reveal” that Adrienne K is a white-coding Cherokee from suburbia who never lived on a rez, because I’ve been open about that from the beginning.

In the early days of the blog and twitter folks approached me with so much love and generosity. I did and said some super problematic ish in the early days before I knew better. Some of those posts still live on the blog way way back in the archives, because I like that a record of my growth exists, and I want others to see that too. But when I would misstep, sometimes I would get angry messages, but most of the time my online community would simply say, “Hey, did you know that’s not the preferred term for that?” or “AK, you might want to be careful when making those comparisons, it’s harmful to other marginalized communities.” Activists who have been in this fight for a long time helped me along the way, gently nudged me back on the right path, sent me readings and resources, and didn’t let those missteps define me or my work. It meant I felt comfortable taking those risks and putting myself out there, because I could correct and readjust. It was really powerful.

The audience for my work was small then. It was a somewhat protected community where I knew the commenters and they knew me. I also know I’m idealizing it right now, because I also got hate mail then, and plenty of it, but it felt…different.

Things have changed. It’s gone from a few people reading each post to thousands. I’ve gone from being a lonely grad student to a tenure track professor, from giving guest lectures down the hall to speaking in front of thousands of people. I am so incredibly grateful for that journey, and so grateful that so many of you have come along with me for all these years. I’ve expanded my knowledge, but also realized how little I know in the grand scheme of things. This also still isn’t my academic work. It’s part of it now, but I still am an education researcher working on issues of Native higher education, so these ideas still remain outside my comfort zone in some ways. I’ve learned hard lessons, and learned how to talk and be more explicit about my own privileges. I work super hard behind the scenes to support fellow Native students and academics, work as a media connector so my voice isn’t seen as a sole authority on anything, share opportunities, and promote the work of others. I’m deeply and truly proud of the work we do together through our online networks and community and the progress we’ve made on issues of representations in the last decade.

But recently the tone of things online has changed. It often feels like there is a circle of folks who are anxiously and excitedly waiting for me to misstep so they can tear me down as publicly as possible (though if I’ve seriously effed up I don’t need you to hold my hand about it–not advocating tone policing here). There are many folks who accuse me of speaking with authority for Indian Country when I don’t or can’t represent them. There are folks that say that because of my experiences and my appearance I shouldn’t have a say on any of these issues. I sometimes search my name on twitter (ill advised, I know) and see folks talking about me in gossipy and hurtful ways. There are many, many people who think they know all of me and know all of my story simply because of what they’ve read on the internet. And that’s hard.

I realize that Native Appropriations is not and cannot just my personal reflection space anymore. I realize that, no matter how many times I say I only speak for myself, folks are going to take my voice as a de facto Native representative because there are so few other voices. I realize that there will always be folks who are looking to tear apart anything I write. But I also still realize I have an opportunity and responsibility to continue to consent to learn in public, because there will always be ways I can do better.

Because in the spirit of that last post, I have to be able to imagine an otherwise. None of us are perfect. All your faves are problematic, including me. Some people are awful humans who don’t deserve generosity or a gentle nudge in the right direction, and I’ll stand by that too. But if I want to live in an academic and online world where we can be public about our growth and learning, be open about our blindspots and knowledge gaps, be willing to change our opinion based on new knowledge, be willing to revisit and update old work, be willing to be vulnerable, be willing to acknowledge when we screwed up, and to talk with each other with generosity–I have an opportunity here to model that beautifully imperfect world.

So when I say that I’m consenting to learn in public on Native Appropriations, this is what I mean. It’s probably utopic, definitely not easy, and it hurts my feelings a lot of the time, because I think and care deeply about what I do on here, but I believe fighting for representations matters, and I’ll fight until the end. I’m fighting for an intellectual and cultural space where we can all be represented in our true and flawed and multitudinous ways, where one Native voice isn’t made to stand in for millions, and where we are all allowed to learn, together.



ETA: I removed a paragraph from the post that was extremely poorly worded and sounded flippant and insensitive to recent, valid critiques I received. I tried to edit it to save it, but thought it better to just take it out completely. I apologize for being hurtful, and thank those who pointed it out.

Additional ETA: Here is my full apology for my behavior and words.

Wakanda Forever: Using Indigenous Futurisms to Survive the Present

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It started with a tweet. A simple linguistic shift put forward by Damien Lee (@damienlee). Moving from saying Canada or even “…in what is now Canada,” to, “…in what is currently Canada,” in order to “open possibilities for imagining futurities beyond the settler state.”

I read the tweet right before teaching my Contemporary Indigenous Education course, and decided to model (and make explicit) my own language choices for my students. I used “in what is currently the United States/Canada/Mexico” throughout the class period, and told the class why. From that class on, as well as in their weekly discussion posts, my students have used the same phrasing. My course is made up predominantly of non-Natives, and there’s something so powerful for me in that small act. It gave me the power to imagine an otherwise.

Because, let’s be real. The world is a hot mess right now. Things are awful. I don’t need to do a rundown of how awful, you all live in the same world and consume the same daily barrage of news that I do. But it’s been hard to keep going, keep fighting, keep learning, and keep growing when the world seems to be crumbling around us.

So in the last few weeks, I’ve clung to this idea of being able to imagine something different, and I’ve turned to indigenous futurisms to get me through. What are indigenous futurisms? The term was first coined by Anishinaabe scholar Grace Dillon in the early 2000’s, who has continued to do amazing work in the field). Native author (and Nebula award nominated!) Rebecca Roanhorse defines the term for us in Uncanny Magazine:

Indigenous Futurisms is a term meant to encourage Native, First Nations, and other Indigenous authors and creators to speak back to the colonial tropes of science fiction—those that celebrate the rugged individual, the conquest of foreign worlds, the taming of the final frontier. Indigenous Futurism asks us to reject these colonial ideas and instead re-imagine space, both outer and inner, from another perspective. One that makes room for stories that celebrate relationship and connection to community, coexistence, and sharing of land and technology, the honoring of caretakers and protectors.

Indigenous Futurism also advocates for the sovereign. It dares to let Indigenous creators define themselves and their world not just as speaking back to colonialism, but as existing in their own right. That is not to say that the past is ignored, but rather that it is folded into the present, which is folded into the future—a philosophical wormhole that renders the very definitions of time and space fluid in the imagination.

These pieces of indigenous art, writing, film, whatever it may be posit a future where our indigenous ways of knowing, being, and relating allow us to re-imagine, re-create, and exist–while also looking to the past and the present simultaneously. Anishinaabe scholar, artist, and game designer Elizabeth LePensee told me that the most important aspect of Indigenous Futurisms which most people misunderstand is that, “it’s about past/present/future–the hyperpresent now. That we look seven generations before, and seven generations ahead.” While western science fiction tends to think solely the future, Indigenous futurisms, “reflects all spacetimelines and sees how they are all connected.”  Exploring the hyperpresent now through these works has given me respite, validation, energy, and yes, hope.

I’m so tired. I’ve been fighting a million things behind the scenes and feeling stalled with my writing and work, and trying to figure out how to jump back into blogging when the last few months have been posts about heavy, hard, uncomfortable truths. I needed something to push me out of the dark and back into the writing that has brought me so much joy and power.

Enter Wakanda.

<I don’t think there are any real Black Panther spoilers here but I am going to talk about some minor plot points and the fact that Wakanda is a setting in the movie, so do with that what you will>

I went to see Black Panther by myself on Thursday after an especially long week, and as the lights came up I found myself sitting there in the theater with tears in my eyes. As I said on twitter, the idea of an indigenous place untouched by colonization was hella overwhelming and just beautiful.

In Wakanda, modernity, technology, and tradition live side by side. They’re not seen as antithetical, or put in opposition. As Native folks our indigenous knowledges have always been seen by colonizers as “folk knowledge” or standing in the way of progress and “true scientific” knowledge. That is, unless indigenous knowledges affirm western scientific “discoveries” (see this recent article by Smithsonian Magazine). So seeing, actually *seeing* on the massive IMAX screen a place that thrived and developed without western intervention, an indigenous nation that was allowed to keep and harness its incredibly valuable natural resources (in this case Vibranium) and wasn’t mined and exported to the West, where a young black woman is the scientific genius behind Wakanda’s technology, where a bustling outdoor market has levitating buses and woven baskets, and where ancestral tradition at Warrior Falls determines who gets to wear a superhero suit? Mind blowing.

warrior falls

We had Wakandas on Turtle Island prior to colonization. Recently one was “discovered” in what is currently Guatemala–more than 60,000 structures hidden to western scientists (but obviously known to indigenous folks) in the deep jungle for thousands of years. We had Cahokia. We had Teotihuacan. and on and on. But popular culture doesn’t allow us to see those cities, those places where indigenous knowledge and technologies allowed for sustainable, complex, and modern living. Instead, we see, over and over, the time period of the height of colonization. We get the Revenant, Hostiles, Dances with Wolves, The Lone Ranger. We get narratives of tipis on the Plains, one small historic sliver and window into our existence. So to be able to see the result of what one of those pre-contact cities and societies could have become without colonial interference is wild. Yes it’s a comic book movie. Yes it’s fantasy. But that imagination is powerful.


There are plenty of things that we could critique about Black Panther, but I don’t want to do that here. I just want to think about what it means to see and to imagine Wakanda.

(An important point to think through too, perhaps in another post, is that Wakanda means God/Creator for Osage, Otoe, and Ponca tribes. I don’t know enough about the Marvel universe to know the origin of the term in Black Panther context, but it’s an aside I’d be remiss to leave out.)

So for the next few posts, or for as long as I feel up to it, I’m going to be showcasing some cool work being done in Indigenous futurisms. A disclaimer, I’m new to this conversation. Definitely not claiming expertise, but just wanting to bring us all along together into a space (both figurative and maybe literally space as in the sky) where we can start to challenge the norms that place us as indigenous peoples in the past, as historic or extinct, and as antithetical to the future. I believe very strongly that indigenous knowledges can save the world. But it requires a dramatic reimagining, and the ability to dream. That’s what I want and need right now, and I know some of you probably do too.

So we push onward looking back into the future.



ETA 2/26: I just wanted to make clear what my approach was with this post–I just wanted to share how my own personal experience in viewing Black Panther connected with my own relatively recent dive into indigenous futurisms. I had also edited a paragraph above before posting that I realized took out my shout out to afrofuturism. I’m not attempting to argue here that Black Panther is an example of indigenous futurism, it is decidedly within the well established and long tradition of afrofuturism, and indigenous futurisms definitely acknowledge and build on that tradition as well. Nor am I attempting to conflate my own experience as a white coding indigenous person with the experiences of black folks (in diaspora or not). Our experiences with colonialism share many things, but also diverge dramatically, and those unique experiences are important. This was just supposed to be a “Hi I saw Black Panther and it made me cry and think these things” post, so I apologize if folks felt it ignored or erased or re-centered Turtle Island indigeneity in a way that was problematic or harmful. Obviously lots of bigger conversations to be had around the intersections and incommensurabilities of African, Black, and Indigenous experiences (and the way those three identities and positionalities are in no way mutually exclusive). As always, I’m consenting to learn in public, and as I said above, new to the Indigenous Futurisms convo, so I hope that folks will continue to join me on that journey. Thanks to the readers who reached out and asked me to clarify this.

Additional ETA: Here is my full apology.

(and thanks for all the support and love for the last few months as things have been quiet around here)

The Problematics of Disingenuous Public Apologies

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In the weeks since I wrote my Native Harvey Weinsteins post, I’ve been learning hard lessons about Indian Country and men I thought I trusted and knew. My inbox has been filled with stories upon stories of men I have shared space with, men I have promoted on my social media and in my talks, men I have held up as shining examples as the good ones. I mourned hero after hero. I unfollowed and blocked men I called friends. I offered words of support and healing to women I don’t know, as I tried to process what I was learning. I know I let some people down who felt I could do more, but I was struggling to keep up with the flow of emails and support the women–and myself–who were having to relive moments they tried to tuck away forever. I also watched men I specifically mentioned, and others who we all know about, make broad general apologies on their Facebook pages, or share the post and without realizing it was literally about them. I watched as one in particular continues to be praised and profiled and held up as an indigenous feminist role model, which has only increased in the last few weeks. Only four Native men I know reached out to me directly to check in after the post. There is still so much work to do, and I’m not done fighting.

Not all learning is easy. I have always adopted a philosophy on the blog of “consenting to learn in public”–being willing to own up to my missteps and learning, allowing others to see that vulnerability and hopefully be willing to change and grow themselves. In the days after my post, I put up an open letter/public apology to Native women by Kyle Mays, a friend, someone I cared about and have given a platform several times on this blog. I was recently approached by a woman who came to me with the support of several other women who have witnessed and experienced problematic behavior from Kyle. In addition to this group of women, I received several more emails from other women who have been harmed by him. They have seen that recent behavior has not changed since the public apology, and felt that the continued presence of the post was allowing the behavior to continue. As soon as I was contacted, I immediately deleted the post, but they and I felt it needed to be addressed more comprehensively.

So I’m deeply embarrassed, I’m hurt, I feel used, and I feel awful thinking that I allowed my blog and my platform to be manipulated in a way that continued to harm women. For my role in that, I’m truly sorry. This is extremely hard for me to write, and I’m typing with shaking hands and feeling sick. This is personal, and painful. I’m so appreciative that these women reached out to me, and their note to me confirmed some hard truths I myself was grappling with. While I’m trying not to blame myself, I do take responsibility for not being more critical in my reading of the initial guest post, and for leaving it up even after my own recent experiences led me to question its authenticity.

In what follows, you’ll find a response written by a community of women who asked to remain anonymous. Below that, you’ll find the original post.


The Problematics of Disingenuous Public Apologies

Public apologies are a colonial tactic often intended to silence a community without genuine intentions for actionable follow-through. Whatever rhetoric a person can spin, there are warning signs to be aware of when a person seeks to dominate a conversation for their own

Look for:

  • Public apologies rather than direct apologies to the people hurt.
  • Blanket statements which seek to diminish personal responsibility.
  • Generalizations which create confusion between reality and fiction.
  • Speaking on behalf of an entire community or group.
  • Excusing actions by putting the blame on society rather than taking personal
  • Continuing to reinforce a particular discourse while denouncing that discourse (e.g. in
    the case of toxic masculinity, continuing to refer to intimacy as “fucking”).
  • Not recognizing the role of power dynamics (e.g. assuming that students are acting
    consensually when they are, in fact, not in an equal position).
  • Shrugging off serious issues (e.g. referring to a person being suicidal with no follow-up
    about how they are now).


  • Praise the people who have endured despite the poor choices of another person.
  • Relieve yourself by not blaming yourself for the actions of another person.
  • Continue to speak up and share experiences.
  • Be aware that toxicity can happen through texts and social media as well as at speaking
    events, conferences, and gatherings.
  • Offer meaningful support to people who have been harmed by toxic actions (e.g.
    listening, assuring, addressing suicidal thoughts, offering resources).
  • Do not allow problematic people who need to work on themselves access to community
    members, students, or colleagues.
  • Remember that Aunties talk.

Hopefully, together, we can turn the conversation away from accolades for a self-serving public apology and instead focus on praising and supporting people who continue to process the problematic choices of another person.

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The Native Harvey Weinsteins

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CW: Sexual harassment and assault.

Additional note: this is written from my female cis-hetero perspective. There are so many more layers and stories from our LGBT relatives. But those aren’t my stories, and I don’t want to misrepresent them. I can only speak to and from my experiences. As always, if you’d like to write a guest post, send me an email. 

We all know the stories. We hold the stories.

I, like most women, read the recent Harvey Weinstein expose with dreaded recognition. I heard in the voices and the stories of the women he abused the voices and stories of my own friends. I heard my own voice and my own stories. I had to read it in small parts. Flipping back to other tabs, answering emails, clicking back. I read with my stomach clenched, my thoughts full of fear and anger. Power and vulnerability. Protection of power. Patriarchy. Consequences for victims but never abusers. The cycle repeats.

For years I’ve been thinking of how to approach this topic on the blog. It’s something that comes up so much in my friend circles, constant sessions of story swapping and commiserating and “omg him too?!” that happen whenever a table full of Native women get together. But there’s the fear of retribution, the fear of embarrassment, and the fear of airing the community’s dirty laundry. We struggle so much to be more than stereotypes. There’s a fear that if we talk about these issues, we fall back on any progress we’ve made.

But the stories nag at me. I think about my friends’ strong, beautiful faces and bodies, and I think about the shit they’ve been put through by some of your faves in Indian Country. The men we uphold as examples, as our “famous Indians,” our important leaders to be admired. The ones who have “made it.” The actors, the musicians, the athletes, the activists, the writers, the DJs, the politicians, the government workers, the business owners, the motivational speakers, the professors. I’ve heard so many stories. From heartbreaking, terrifying stories, to mundane, run-of-the-mill sexual harassment stories–the ones that should be horrifying but happen so often we’ve become numb.

The women’s whisper network in Indian Country is strong. We look out for each other. I’ve been pulled into offices by female mentors to be told who to stay away from and never be alone with at the next NAISA. I’ve been texted by friends who see where I’m going to be speaking to warn me about particular men at that institution. I got an email from a female follower once after I went after a prominent male Native on twitter to warn me that he was dangerous irl as well. We have elaborate dances we do to avoid abusers at conferences, at powwows, at Indian Markets, and at community events. We dip and dodge and sometimes still have to stand cautiously next to or end up on a conference call with the ones who hurt us or hurt our loved ones. We offer weak smiles and nods because we don’t want others to know in the moment. But we know who the womanizers are. We know which ones harm women. Yet we can’t speak up.

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The Pokanoket Encampment in Bristol, RI

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pokanoket land
On August 20th, a group of Native people and their supporters started an encampment on land currently owned by Brown University. I’ve been uncharactaristically quiet on social media about the encampment, but behind the scenes I’ve been information gathering and trying to terse out what’s really going on here. So this post is context and personal thoughts, as well as to share the statement recently put out by the Native American Indigenous Studies Initiative at Brown (of which I am a part).

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