I was maybe five, leaving my aunt’s house to walk the streets of Philly, and she said, “Watch out for the colored people.” So, in my little mind I imagined rainbow colored people. Maybe that’s why I don’t remember seeing any person of just one color.

A Different Kind of Sagebrush Rebellion

No discussion of the current, armed takeover of the federal Malheur National Wildlife Refuge building near Burns, Oregon would be complete without acknowledging the historical context of similar incidents that occurred on Alcatraz Island in 1969 and again in…

Why You Should care about Native American Land Rights

I am not a Native American, my roots were transplanted here from Africa, but both of us have been thrown into the fire of American oppression. My own oppression has been built into and onto their system of oppression due to the…