Oooooooooooooooooooooowned.
By one of my abso-favorite non-Natives. Because if you sit down and listen long enough to mount this kind of argument, you sorta renew my faith in the outside world a little.
This reply from a friend, recent events, and the fact that when people say “educate me” I rip my hair out has inspired me to write this.
I’m from Los Angeles, the home of this:
I was born and raised under the powerful influence of Hollywood, especially since when I walk out my door and go down the street it’s right there. It takes me awhile to adjust to the lack movie billboards and Star Line Tour vehicles on every corner when I got to another city.
So for the longest time, Hollywood’s depictions of Natives were just that, depictions. Not dehumanizing racism. I never thought racism was dead but I thought it was only thriving in individuals, not society itself. I just never bothered to think much of it.
Then I picked up a copy of Reservation Blues by Sherman Alexie for a school project. I was shocked to discover that his portrayal of Natives was so distant from my own. I read more and more of his books, disturbed and confused with every one. Those books lead me to Custer Died for Your Sins by Vine Deloria Jr. which was the book that convinced me to do more research on the subject.






