I had picked this one up based on the title, and I thought it would be full of humorous essays.
Not so.
This is an Indigenous woman’s play on Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee (I think). The essays are raw, satirical, and in your face.
I struggled with this book. As a white woman, I want to know how I can be an ally. However, I didn’t really come away with much in the way I could work to improve other than not cause more trauma. Other than not culturally appropriating Indigenous Halloween costumes (which I don’t think I’ve ever done), I didn’t come away with much in the way of a meaningful to do list.
I picked up on her anger, and it’s completely justified. The writing was so hostile, though, that I wonder about the access points.
Then I feel bad (and perhaps very white and ignorant) by wondering about access. These essays reflect her experiences, so who am I to say these would be more accessible if she toned down the hostility and tried to give earnest ways that readers could support advancing Indigenous people and specifically Indigenous women?
I came away from this with “white people suck.” Yes, I know a contingent of us do, but I feel what would be more productive is to come away with “here’s how you can suck less.”
For example, there was an essay on how she doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving. I totally understand her perspective. But what should be done? Should we petition to have it removed as a holiday? Should I refuse to celebrate it? (I think I’ve really celebrated the concept of giving thanks as an adult rather than the origin of the holiday anyway.) As long as it’s a holiday, my mom is going to expect a turkey and stuffing on the table on the fourth Thursday of November. And probably even if it was taken away as a holiday, those expectations would still be there. Most of the essays had that same vibe.