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I have never been considered a hipster and if you knew me in person I’m sure you’d all agree.
I have a purely innocent obsession with Native American life, culture, and style; to the point at which I believe I was a Native in my past life. I love everything about their ways of life now and in the past, everything they stand for, and the respect they have for the world.
I had just recently come across a few memes you depicting all the hate and anger the Native population has towards the pictures of obviously white/european people in headdresses and face paint, for being racist towards the Native American culture. As ignorant as it sounds I was shocked these photos could be taken as an insult… Here I am re-blogging them thinking they’re all so creative and beautiful and supporting a culture i love, not knowing that these very pictures had been taken offensively.
The point of this post is just for me to apologize for taking part/ encouraging (in a way) the ‘hipsters’ to continue they’re racism I will do my best to avoid re-blogging pictures of this nature, although I cannot make promises it won’t happen.
I believe the best way anyone of any culture could look at these pictures is to just take it all in as a compliment; They obviously like the way the Native culture is and are trying to be a part of it, unaware of how their actions can be interpreted.
That’s my take on the whole thing— Sorry for the rant.
Your first problem is that you seem to think Native American cultures are homogenous, or singular. There are over 50 distinct indigenous linguistic groups in Canada alone, and within each linguistic group can be found extreme variations in regional culture. So which Native American culture do you have this purely innocent interest in? All of them? Wow, that’s a huge amount of diversity to start looking into.
Your second problem is related to the first. When you discuss Native American style, what are you talking about? The inaccurate and romanticised idea of what ‘natives wear’, with all the fringes and dreamcatcher themes and silly headbands that only very few indigenous nations actually use? (Headbands as an ‘Indian’ thing became popular because of westerns, where they helped keep the wigs on the non-native actors portraying natives) Produced in mass quantities by corporations who cater to stereotypes, selling products that in no way benefit actual native peoples?
Or are you talking about the vast variety of styles that we actually wear, both modern and traditional? Would you actually even recognise these styles? Would they fit your mental image of what we look like? It’s unlikely.
Some of the things we wear are not just ‘fashion’. They mean something very important, and if you do actually have an interest in our cultures, you will respect those items by not wearing them unless you have earned them.
Other items actually made by us, are available to you. Again if you are interested in our cultures, you should make an effort to learn about these items and purchase them from our artisans rather than from big box stores that have nothing to do with any Native American nation.
Your third problem is that you don’t actually seem to know anything about any of us, which suggests that the ideas you have about our ‘ways of life’ past and present, are probably extremely inaccurate. It is very frustrating to have people believe stupid things about us, or make things up about us, and then have them tell us they are respecting us. No, if you valued our cultures, you would learn about them, and stop doing the disrespectful things that add up to systemic discrimination against us.
Do not tell us to ‘take it as a compliment’ when someone disrespects us. Do not tell us to ‘take is as a compliment’ when someone profits off stereotypes about us, while so many of our communities struggle with the kind of extreme poverty you aren’t supposed to see in a ‘developed’ nation.
And do not tell us to excuse ignorance as though it is innocent. It is not. The kind of ignorance surrounding who Native American peoples are, is responsible for some of the most horrific massacres, sexual and physical abuse of children and cultural violence ever seen. You probably don’t know much about that, but it is a part of your history too, and if you want to honour us…ANY of us…then you need to start learning about it.
When you do, you’ll no longer be confused about why these images are so fucking offensive.
When you see it, REBLOG IT.
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Though most of the people I wrote this for on Facebook will not read this here, I believe appreciation is a beautiful thing no matter what. And we should all feel blessed and grateful, every single day of our lives. Today, though, is a very special day for me. Two years ago today I was getting high off of heroine in the morning to prepare for what I had planned to be a short stint in rehab. I had every intention of coming back out and killing myself or getting high, which would have inevitably led to my death anyways. My life is beautiful, and appreciation has made it as such. It’s a read, but it may be worth it. Especially if you are struggling with addiction. I love you guys.
“Learning without due reflection leads to perplexity; reflection without learning leads to perilous circumstances.”- The Analects of Confucius
It is absolutely incredible how much can change in two years. If you know my past, you know where I have been and where I was two years ago. I was a broken person, barely living and wishing to be dead. I didn’t appreciate anything, saw beauty in nothing, had nothing to offer besides negativity and sadness. To reflect on that makes me so appreciative of where I am, but even so, to know just how much time was wasted in such a horrid state of mind is extremely disheartening.
This leads me to only more of the utmost gratitude to still be alive. To have the time to make up for it. To be capable of becoming the moral, loving person I wish to be.
More than anything, I am grateful for my family. Despite our differences, they are singlehandedly the reason for my breathing today. I would be dead; I know it; had they not shown me love and concern I would have never gotten clean. I would not be here. Such an incredible thought. And to imagine that had they not been there for me and loved me regardless of all of the wretched things I did I would have missed out on the beauty that has accumulated in the past two years is the most incredible thing. The friendships I have gained and now cherish more than anything, the ability to see life as blessed and gorgeous, I would have none of this. It makes me cry from appreciation. I am one of the luckiest people alive. And I just want to tell everyone that words cannot express how I much I love you and your presence in my life. Two years ago I could have never imagined being so full of bliss and of being so loved, nor of having so much love within. Love for everything. Especially those of you who have been by my side these past two years, continuously being an integral part of my happiness, growth, learning, and life.
This is a special day, and the only way to properly recognize it’s significance is through reflection. Which has put me in what can only be described as a state of pure exuberance and an immensity of gratitude that will never be properly articulated.
Okay. Rambling now over. Thank you for your ear. :)