Homecoming is full of parades, games, and dances. It’s not usually adulterated with blatant displays of racism. But last week, Copper Hills High School in West Jordan, Utah broke the “unusual” barrier. The cheer team dressed up as “Pocahotties.” You know, short tunic, war-painted faces, chicken feathers, stoic and sexy poses, dancing around like fools. On their homecoming parade float was inscribed a “real life” quote from Pocahontas (the Disney movie): “Sometimes the right path is not the easiest one.” Thanks, Grandmother Willow. You’re so wise…like an Indian.
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My heart is heavy as I watch in disbelief as men in uniforms, wearing bulletproof vests, wielding assault rifles, form lines and advance on the water protectors. Behind them are armored vehicles, the kinds used in times of war. In the air are helicopters, constantly vigilant of our protectors position on the ground. I see the bravery of the water protectors as they stand for Standing Rock. They’re met with pepper spray, literally hosed on them. They resist attacks from dogs, rubber bullets, and the eruption of guns. They’re herded like animals, marked with numbers, and hauled off -- because as Americans, we value profit over people. I am witnessing, before my eyes, the erasure of my people.