Posted by Átazi on March 8, 2019 in Lakol Wokaǧa
Hau mitakuyepi! Greetings My Relatives! I was searching for another image of mine this morning, when I came across this one. It’s one of the most personal stories I’ve told through Lakol Wokaga. It pictorializes my family’s story about so-called “Boarding School”, what I’ve come to properly term American Indian Children’s Torture Death Camp. It
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Posted by Átazi on March 6, 2019 in Lakol Wokaǧa
For several days, I awoke with memories of my Dad. I’d hear his voice like it was yesterday. He’s been on my mind; things he’d said, the year he died, kept surfacing just enough to get my attention throughout the day. He’d stayed with me here for a month, in Minneapolis, so I imagine that
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Posted by Átazi on March 1, 2019 in Lakol Wokaǧa
“This is well known: I’m nobody special and what’s more, I don’t know anything!” Wanbli Máyašléča Hau Mitakuyepi! Greetings my Relatives! It regularly occurs to me now, as I’m talking or writing, that I’m acting as if I know something or I know what I’m talking about. It’s an unsettling, disturbing, realization but not unwelcome
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Posted by Átazi on February 26, 2019 in Lakol Wokaǧa
Owing to the exigencies of our planetary plight&the abject inadequacies of human intelligence&power…
Posted by Átazi on February 25, 2019 in Lakol Wokaǧa
Hau, hau, hau, Hau mitakuyepi! Greetings my Relatives! Any Lakota reading this will know from my greeting that I’m from Wakpa Wašte Oyanke, the Cheyenne River Reservation in north central South Dakota. For non-Lakota readers, Wakpa Wašte is home to four Lakota Nations; Itazipčo, Oóhenuŋpa, Hoȟwožu, and Sihásapa; but most importantly, our name, Lakota, translates
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