The past, present, and future stories of Native and Black Americans are interconnected and intersectional.Only two weeks ago, we witnessed the unsettling images of private cops pepper-spraying and siccing dogs on Native activists and their children, who were peacefully protesting the construction of the Dakota Pipeline. These activists unified across nations and tribes to prevent yet another attempt at environmental warfare from white capitalist America. They took a united stand against corporate greed to protect land that has always been rightfully theirs. Although they protested peacefully, their collective presence was powerful enough to incite violence. Being peaceful and unarmed didn’t matter, and in the history of marginalized and colonized people, it rarely does. How can we ever forget this iconic image? [caption id="attachment_38184" align="alignnone" width="600"] Dogs attacking protestors in Birmingham, Alabama, in 1963.[/caption] When you’re a person of color in this country, your fundamental existence is enough to inspire acts of hate. This is a shared reality that Native and Black Americans know all too well. We will never be free to thrive and exist while a white supremacist structure still stands, but what’s puzzling is that although we have a shared history of collective trauma and struggle, we rarely organize together.
You say "superfood," we say "comida." Growing up, my home and life was filled with incredible smells and sensations emanating from the kitchen. While other kids’ pantries and fridges may have been consistently stocked to the brim with white bread and