There’s still racism. Western Europe… has taken the native cultures of the Americas, the African cultures, the Asian civilization and lumped them together into The Others.
The lovely daisy, so justly celebrated by European poets, is not a native of our soil; we know it well, however, by cultivation in our gardens and green houses; besides, we are disposed to remember it for the sake of those who have sung its praises in immortal verse.
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
Making a book is a craft, like making a clock; it needs more than native wit to be an author.
America is so accustomed to some depiction of native people that is entirely racist, and there’s a perception that that is okay.
At issue when professional sports teams take the name of Native Americans is the problem of mimicry: having appropriated the land and wealth of America’s vanquished peoples, settler culture then appropriates the supposed values and spirit of the vanquished as well.
I think of some of my friends who have passed to the spirit world but are who here with me when I go to events and when I walk in my own community. My sisters, Ingred, my sister Marsha, and my sister Nielock. All cofounders of the Indigenous Women’s Network with me. All long time women activists in the native community.
Do not use that foreign word ‘ideals.’ We have that excellent native word ‘lies.’
The view of the local scene through the eyes of a native participant in that scene is a different window.
Little do we find any Phoenician architecture or plastic art at all comparable even to those of Italy, to say nothing of the lands where art was native.