2025:

As of currently in light of everything going on there is a certain sense of unease and fear amongst minority communities. Rights are being taken and just turned away giving way to racism. So far there had been many native Americans that had been taken in and detained base purely off of racial profiling. Even when documents were provided they were ignored and kept in custody despite it all. 

We've been told to start carrying around all our documents and even our CIB's, Certification of Indian Blood, but as of late we have been told it doesn't matter. Not to them or the government. 

Going out for basic needs such as: toilet paper, groceries, and or medications. All have been a wary effort and it's exhausting. 

I see people all over on social media who talk about leaving the country but for me. For me as a native American, all I can do is feel a deep aching pain within my chest, as this land is our land. I cannot leave it because the very thought makes tears sprout from my eyes. For not only the pain of us native Americans but for the other minorities and people living here on this land. 

From a young age I never really considered myself a Native American because I was white washed. I was raised to be ashamed of who I was based off the things my mother has seen other natives on the reservations do or say. That is until I was 13 and in school at Laughlin, Nevada. 

It was U.S History, Native Americans were brought up and I had my head bowed reading from the text book when a hush fell over the class. When I looked up one of my friends at the time had immediately made those mocking cries with their hand hitting their mouth. Everyone was watching me and someone asked if I was related to one of the people in the passage. Of course everyone in the class was 13 and dumb pre-teens but it was the teacher I was hoping who wouldn't have been too blind to how uncomfortable it was. This was the only tamed experience of many that soon follow in my life growing up.

As I type this I have to stop for moments at a time to take deep breaths as I go over many other things that had happened during my short lifetime. 

When will it be enough for those wearing the boots to lift their feet from our necks? Until all minorities and those they deem weak and disgusting are dead? Until we cry as we allow them to continue to keep their boots on our necks? 

I don't know and I don't want to see a genocide happening during our lifetime and to my people and to others. 

We are all human beings and one thing doesn't make you better than the other.

Money has no value.

The rich keep hording their money and soon printing papers for their dollars won't mean a thing as it'll lose their value. 

A dollar shouldn't be worth more than a life.

A dollar doesn't have a soul.

A dollar shouldn't be what anyone wakes up to live for.

We are human beings.

Human beings are complex and beautiful creatures as they are destructive.

Our earth is beautiful and we only have one but it's being driven into ash and decay.

I know I'm getting off topic and I don't mean to be "too radical" but when did America ever decide to let a tyrant be president? Had it not been the taxations that start the war? Had it not been unfair treatment? There's so much to go off on but I'm rightfully scared for not just me but everyone and even for the people who follow along. Without even realizing this all will affect them as well.

I know most people will get tired of all of this and I'm sorry if it does make you angry or somehow fumed. It had drifted off the actual topic of Native American (s) during 2025.