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Chris La Tray offers a rare, grounded correction to the cynicism that often surrounds Indigenous recognition, arguing that imperfect gestures like Indigenous Peoples' Day are not failures but essential footholds for a broader, inter-tribal survival strategy. Rather than dismissing tokenism as a dead end, La Tray reframes it as a necessary entry point for the wider public to confront the violent legal doctrines that still underpin American policy today.

The Cost of Cynicism

La Tray begins by dismantling his own initial resistance to the holiday. He admits to a past attitude of dismissal, noting that when he first encountered the concept, he asked, "See? See? What is even the point?!" However, his perspective shifts as he observes the tangible joy and community cohesion in Montana, where the holiday was officially recognized for the first time. He argues that the value lies not in the perfection of the gesture, but in its capacity to disrupt the national amnesia that usually reserves Native visibility for a narrow window between October and November.

Today and every day

The author anchors this shift in the words of activists who view these days not as celebrations, but as political assertions. He highlights Rebecca Nagle's stark reminder that "the 15th century legal doctrine he used to colonize and slaughter the Indigenous peoples is still the law in the U.S. today." By juxtaposing the festive atmosphere of a local powwow with the grim reality of enduring colonial law, La Tray suggests that the holiday serves as a crucial counter-narrative. This framing is powerful because it refuses to let the audience settle for surface-level gratitude; it demands they recognize the holiday as a direct challenge to the status quo.

"The point is that between Columbus Day in October and Thanksgiving is really the only time most Americans think of Native people, but to be honest, I think of you all every day."

Critics might argue that accepting a token holiday risks legitimizing a system that refuses to address land back or treaty rights. La Tray anticipates this, acknowledging the "token offering from legislators who really don't care about Indians." Yet, he insists that "both truths can be held at the same time: the worthiness of the recognition and the token it represents." This nuance is the piece's intellectual engine, allowing for solidarity without surrendering critical analysis.

Beyond the Foodie Industrial Complex

La Tray's commentary extends beyond politics into the economics of Indigenous representation, offering a sharp critique of how Native culture is commodified. He contrasts the vibrant, accessible community of the Frybread Factory food truck with the high-end, exclusionary nature of Owamni, a restaurant run by Sean Sherman. La Tray notes that while Sherman is a proponent of food sovereignty, the restaurant's "net worth is in the tens of millions of dollars and the prices on the menu are anything but decolonized."

This observation is vital for busy readers to understand the class dynamics within Native communities. La Tray argues that the future he wants to be part of is "unsegregated by wealth and privilege," a vision he finds in the multi-hued community swarming the parking lot rather than in the "foodie" demographic. He writes, "The multi-hued community swarming the area is what I want to part of too; something vibrant and alive and unsegregated by wealth and privilege is the future I want to be part of." This choice to center the everyday, working-class experience over the curated, high-cost version of Indigeneity challenges the reader to look past the glossy headlines of Indigenous success stories.

"Let's also reject the false idea that opposing Columbus is anti-American. If anything, it's deeply American to confront the full truth of our history. To question who we celebrate, and why. That's what 'to form a more perfect union' is about. That's what progress looks like."

Solidarity as a Practice

The piece culminates in a profound rethinking of what it means to be an ally. La Tray moves away from the idea of performing allyship for white audiences and instead turns the mirror inward, asking himself, "How are you, Chris? How are you in solidarity with other Native movements right here on Turtle Island as well, in all their glorious and imperfect ways?" He draws on Leanne Betasamosake Simpson's insight that the focus should shift from convincing outsiders to maintaining internal solidarity and self-care.

This section is the most emotionally resonant, as La Tray admits, "Who am I to be cynical, whether there are reasons to be or not?" He concludes that to reach the world we aspire to, "it's going to take a lot of rethinking and sacrifice." The argument is that the "revolutionary resistance" happens "under the radar," sustained by the very people who show up to language classes and inter-tribal conferences, regardless of whether the federal government pays attention. This grounds the high-level political discourse in the daily, unglamorous work of survival.

"Indigenous Peoples' Day has never been just a celebration. It is a call to action against the ongoing assault on our sovereignty and existence — and an assertion that, despite these threats, we will not be erased, silenced, or eradicated."

Bottom Line

La Tray's strongest contribution is his refusal to let the imperfection of Indigenous Peoples' Day negate its necessity; he successfully argues that tokenism is a starting line, not a finish line. The piece's only vulnerability is its heavy reliance on the reader's willingness to engage with the emotional labor of rethinking their own biases, which may feel demanding to those seeking quick policy fixes. However, for anyone looking to understand the current trajectory of Indigenous sovereignty, this piece offers a clear, human-centered roadmap that prioritizes community resilience over political theater.

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Boozhoo, indinawemaaganidog! Aaniin! That is to say hello, all of my relatives! Welcome to another edition of An Irritable Métis. I started this post over a week ago to coincide with the recent holiday but travel (as in back-to-back trips out of town) and struggle to express myself the way I wanted to have conspired against me. “But aren’t you a writer?” you say. “Shouldn’t this be easy?” Sometimes it is, my friends, but, I assure you, those times are rare.

Instead I’ve spent a good percentage of my desk time plowing through the massive backlog of correspondence I have acquired over the last weeks and months, making some progress1, even as I imagine this must be what those people who plow the road up to Logan Pass might feel like. As in, so much plowing, so much more snow in front of me.2 So without further distraction I’m just going to launch into the chaotic brain dump that follows. I’m grateful you are here.

I landed in Minneapolis Thursday the 9th just before noon and drove directly to Pow Wow Grounds on the historic Franklin Avenue East. The day was sunny and warm and I got a little drowsy on my way there, with three hours remaining between arrival and when I could check into my hotel. I was feeling out of sorts; for starters, I’d been chased out of bed way too early from my room in Spokane, WA, to catch the flight in the first place and so far I hadn’t managed so much as a drop of coffee3. I don’t know how I managed it but I was dozing every time the flight attendants passed with coffee on offer and I missed them. So now I was in Minnesota in increasingly dire uncaffeinated straits. When I arrived in the vicinity of Pow Wow Grounds there was a lot of activity in the area so I had to park a couple blocks up from it, deeper into the neighborhood.

This is a vibrant part of town and I love visiting. I first learned of Pow Wow Grounds because it is kind of a minor sub-character in Louise Erdrich’s wonderful 2022 novel, The Sentence. This book is a ghost story and a bookstore story and a story with many other layers that is among my favorite books by Erdrich, and the coffee shop is mentioned and characters go ...