You know those wonderful memories you have of your parents waving goodbye to you when you were a little kid? How they would do that right up until the very last second that you were out of sight? And remember how safe and confident that made you feel to be loved so intensely?
By Tony Nappo /Jul 21, 2020
Dark Sevier / CC BY-NC 2.0" data-tippy-arrow="false" tabindex="0">iPhoto caption: The End of Oceti Sakowin. Photo by Dark Sevier / CC BY-NC 2.0
I was thirteen, living with a Mohawk mom who had somehow taken on my stepfather’s racist opinions, and Canada had just shot an unarmed protester. I changed then.