October is a surreal month for Indigenous people in this nation, particularly this October in Minnesota.
We live at the margins and our experiences are often dual existences. We’re often erased from existence, forgotten and relegated to the history books as some oddity that “pioneering” white settlers subdued and when we are acknowledged as living and breathing in this world with the descendants of those settlers, it’s almost always as some stereotype that’s employed to continue to make us something not quite human.
