The leaders of my race monologues workshop asked us last week think about race in our everyday lives and bring a moment from our week to share with the group. Do you ever stop and think about how often race comes up in your daily life? When I stopped to think, I realized it happens quite frequently. Maybe it's just me, a white girl from a small native community, going to a very white college. The prompt for the week was to write about your family history. Here is my piece
"Why are you here?"
asks big black/brown eyes
full moon frost bitten cheeks
hair down her back
Les hommes francais!
fur economy exploitation
empty waters where sea cows once grazed
a nomadic people making more and more rips into fur trading posts
I am a relic of colonialism
you named my father eagle
the same as on the dollar bills
your children hand
to their cousin at the cash register
no nikipiaq Ahna!
black meat with seal oil, I want a snickers bar
North to the Future