Every Halloween I see my fb feed fill up with posts about how it's ok to dress like a Native American... an "Indian" because it's all in fun. They share the same memes. Talk about the innocence. Compare it to movie characters and things on tv. Cry that people are ruining the holiday and turning everything into a cause etc.
I know it's wrong. I do. But I keep scrolling. Why? I try hard not to be combative on other people's posts. I try SO hard to let others have their opinions. A little voice in my head is like no Maggie, keep it to yourself. But as I get older... I realize that me not speaking up makes me part of the problem. And I don't want to be that person anymore.
In addition to the important message this image shows. Let's talk about this...All the white washing Christian Americans tried to do to thousands of Native American children. Taking them from their families. KIDNAPPING them. Not letting them practice their religion, wear their own clothing or speak their languages. Most were not allowed to contact their families.
So striping them of everything that made them who they are ... only to turn around and wear their clothing as costume now. It's disgusting. And I don't understand why anyone thinks it's ok.
I learned a bit about the Carlisle Indian School before I left the state, and recently dug a bit deeper after a conversation with a friend. It's terrible what Americans did. So many deaths. Sexual abuse. We are talking about children. CHILDREN. And FYI... these outrageous acts were not that long ago.
Here are some articles, but I encourage you to educate yourself and do your own research.
I get a little tired of people who assume that just because you have kids, you are automatically completely uncool, and that all your time is spent wiping babies from head to toe, giving spit baths, criticizing their every move, volunteering for PTA, blogging in your spare time, clipping coupons before crock potting a pot roast, ironing the clothes, bleaching the whites, mopping the floors, harvesting your eggs, sewing for your etsy shop, scrapbooking the little things, taking pictures of everything they do, saving for college, reading Dr. Suess, socializing at the bus stop, sweeping the floor, laughing over coffee with your jogging stroller, wearing your birkenstocks and listening to Baby Einstein.
Just because I DO THESE THINGS OCCASIONALLY.
Does not mean for one second that sometimes I don’t just want to be a kick ass girl with streaks in her hair, a ring in her nose, a tattoo on her arm, concert tickets in her purse, vodka in her fridge, a leather mini-skirt in her closet, her best single friends and a standing reservation for Las Vegas once a year with a don’t ask don’t tell policy, and the desire to just once be seen as more than the mother of 5 kids. Sometimes I just want to be seen as a “Maggie”. A “Maggie” with an extremely adorable set of children… (I joke, but sometimes it's hard to over come labels. )