I spent elementary school being sent off once a week to “Native time” when the four Native students in my school met with a counselor for what was supposed to help us succeed in mainstream education. The school had us do beading. I spent junior high hearing about how Russians would line up Aleuts, my people on my mother’s side, in front of a tree and see how many they could shoot through at once. In high school people I had thought were friends would call Alaska Natives in front of me “Muks”, “Drunk Muks”, and “Fucking Muks” and then tell me it was okay cause I might be Native but I didn’t look like them, whoever it was the Muks were supposed to be. My parents raised us to persist in the face of any of these things and that the best response was to succeed at anything we decided to do. My mother is no activist. Last week two Native women in Anchorage were asked to leave a church in downtown Anchorage by a congregant (not by the pastor who I am certain would have intervened had he known). My mom is responding by calling some of her friends, be they Native or not, and asking them to quietly attend the service in numbers at that same church this coming Sunday as a reminder that all are welcome. Please help her succeed. It is only by the grace of god that any of us, Native or not, are not these two women who were so mistreated.
Sunday, May 27, Service starts at 11, First Presbyterian Church, 616 W 10th Avenue, Anchorage, AK
Two women have stepped forward to issue a correction on this incident. To read this new information, please view my update on it here: