Today is my sweet Momma's birthday. She is my everything, my rock, my strength, and my greatest fan. She's the reason why I'm the person I am today. She adopted me at the age of 2 yo and had 79 foster children come through out home. Most of the children she fostered were Navajo with various disabilities, abuse, and trauma. Her story is miraculous! Right now, she's needing a lot of health care. Please consider donating to her fundraiser and please read about her story. Website is located in my profile. Blessings!!
The events in Charlottesville have been very triggering for me. About three months ago, I was verbally assaulted by a white supremacist in Boulder. I was spat in the face multiple times, I was called a brown f*n c*nt over and over, I was told me and my People should've been thrown in the furnaces too. I was called all the names in the book. He screamed in my face stating that the world would be a better place without me and that all brown people should go to hell. ***
Meanwhile, NO ONE HELPED ME! I asked people around me, why no one was helping me, many cast their eyes down and walked away. I had three choices: either lash out, run, or stand there with the love of Christ. I stood there and didn't say a word. Don't get me wrong, I was terrified, shaking like a leaf, and I had no idea if he would physically hurt me. But I knew I was standing up to the hatred and injustice of multicultural people, I was standing up for myself as an Indigenous Woman, and I was standing up for those who receive hate due to their skin color. ***
If you get anything out of this...Please, if you see someone in this situation, DO NOT let them stand alone. This made the situation worse and harder to process, I was alone! I was beyond scared and yes traumatized. I can't tell you what the road of recovery looks like after a hate crime. Even talking about this and making it public is very scary (and yes, I'm shaking and on the verge of tears.) So, thank you to everyone who stands by our sides and brings their voice to situations like these. My hope is by talking about issues like these and the sharing of our stories, it can make our Country better.
Thank you to those who helped put me back together and helped me see that God made me full of wonderful color.
*** This picture reminds me of what racism and genocide looks like for many Native Americans. This was the original church of Taos Pueblo, but then was destroyed by the US Army in 1847.