This above comment made by M+J in The Most Victimized Group In America blog that indigenous women have done nothing to deserve the decline in status and the abuses that followed has haunted me.
I see it as a plaintive cry, an expression of a collective misery given voice, a mourning song sweeping across Indian country-and a great shame heaped upon the nations that is suffocating us one and all.
We speak of the land as the mother who gives life and sustains us-it is the ultimate truth-and among the nations our women are the land-land where seeds are planted, land that nurtures and produces our continuation, and insures that we will remain.
A land that has always been the repository of tradition-and always respected for the gifts it provides.
For all our talk of a spiritual awareness, of love and respect for the land and our women-we are showing little evidence of it-the rez is littered with trash-beer cans and wine bottles everywhere, rusting broken down vehicles, garbage piled up and left for children to play in-vacant crumbling houses whose sole purpose now is to be inhabited by the night crawlers.
Little wonder then that women are shown the same “love” and “respect” in this type of environment. Little wonder they are being buried under a pile of garbage by men who talk about native pride and warriors.
But all this talk of spirituality, matriarchy, pride, and warriors is the internet standard while the reality is something entirely different isn’t it?
It serves a purpose to stand in defense of sacred sites-to notify the media to insure their presence-but I say it is a charade when we will not stand in defense of the sacred land our women represent.