The Chiefs are playing the 49ers in the Super Bowl, so fuck me right?
Or, why you don’t care about Native people.

Listen.
You don’t give a fuck about Native people.
I just want to get that out of the way up top.
And by you, I mostly mean white people.
Mostly.
The Kansas City Chiefs are playing the San Francisco 49ers in the Super Bowl Saturday, February 2nd, 528 AC (After Columbus).
This isn’t about that.
This is about how you don’t give a fuck about Native people.
But first, lemme tell you something.

I played football in High School, in the tiny little white town where I went to school in Alaska.
It wasn’t always a white town, but none of them were, were they?
Our mascot was the Huskies, which is inoffensive, clearly. It’s a fully black and white integrated dog, and always has been. Shout out to Huskies.
Now, Alaska is racist as fuck.
They are openly racist to Native people, as most places with a larger population of Natives are.
But, since I was moderate to ok at the sports, and not obviously queer/trans, and generally a funny person with a white mom in a small town, it wasn’t that bad there for me.
Looking back, was it racist?
Sure.
But honestly, not as bad as it is in the liberal mecca that is Seattle. These whites, they’re something else.
Anyways, in my tiny high school, our sports teams were a constant: they always were trash, and they always had the same people in them.
There were about 5 other people of color in our class, and one of them was my friend, another Native, and in particular, Athabaskan, an Alaskan Tribe.
He is and always has been a big dude.
On the football team, he had a nickname given to him by this white coach (a white coach that to this day I still love).
The name was “Chief.”
Now, I don’t think him or I ever really thought any two ways about it, because in that school, we were the Native ones, and we were fucking proud. More than proud, we were determined that people know and respect that we were Native.
In that white little town, that didn’t always go over super well.
My friend and I were both often kicked out of classrooms, berated by teachers, singled out and what have you for often “inexplicable” reasons.
At the time, we started calling teachers and people racist often — mostly as a joke, but looking back, fuck did we hit that racist nail right on the head.
But at the time, being called Chief didn’t seem so bad.
Cut to today.
Racist mascots and names are racist, end of discussion––the fucking Kansas City Chiefs included.
But guess what, you don’t really give a fuck.
And for those of you that do say you give a fuck, guess what?
No you don’t.
You know how I know?

Because the Redskins have played the Cowboys on national television, ON THANKSGIVING, multiple times.
You know how I know?
Tomorrow the millions upon millions of dollars will be spent to watch a racist team play in the biggest sports stage we have, and you’re just gonna let it happen.
And meanwhile, Selena Not Afraid’s body is fresh in the ground, and you aren’t rioting in the streets.
You know how I know you don’t give a fuck?
Native people are roundabout 2% of the population, and somehow the most likely to be killed by the police.

You know how I know you don’t give a fuck?
You say you know nothing about Native people, and yet, we are on your football teams, your tv shows and movies, your city names, street names, neighborhoods, we are on your fucking butter and we are tattooed on your skin.
You say you care, but you don’t.
You want to see us at the beginning and end of a meeting, doing a little dance.
You want to acknowledge the land you stole, and then move on with your day.
You parade around wearing our jewelry, our headdresses, our blankets, our patterns and ideas.
Your world would not exist without us.
We have influenced every part of everything you do, and yet, you act surprised when we get upset you’re putting a pipeline through our land.
Land, that at one time was completely ours, and now we have so little of, you literally have to go out of your way to put said pipeline there in the first place.
You say you care, but most of you have never even met a Native person.
Have you not ever wondered to yourself, “where did they all go?”
No, you haven’t.
That is the biggest problem with you people.
You don’t ask questions.
You are too comfortable in your little lives, with your lil’ old “401k,” and your “health savings account,” and your “not being actively hunted down and killed by the police” that you just accept what you have, and you turn on the fucking tv, and you watch the Chiefs play, and you pretend not to notice.
This was supposed to be a funny article.
Fuck y’all, who even cares about these teams anyways.
Go Jets.