if you guys saw that image pop up on your tumblr radar and cringed, you’re not alone. that shit was making the rounds almost a year ago, and i tried to find the source and artist to find out more about it. all of my initial gross gut feelings were reinforced when i saw it was titled “she brave soul.” and hey, what a surprise, the artist is a white guy. since then he changed it to “we don’t even belong to each other” in reference to breakfast at tiffany’s.
the initial title is what really made me lose my shit, as opposed to the already ridiculous pasting together of stereotypical “indian” pastiche. i sent a message to the artist, i posted a comment, without any response for a month and then one short comment.
mostly all that came of it, unfortunately, is the usual “you’re just being offended for the sake of being offended.” actually, verbatim, it was “…just crying racist and following up with nothing doesn’t accomplish anything, except maybe making you feel better about yourself for a moment.” i don’t recommend reading my response.
“why do you care?”
i can’t even count the number of times people have said that to me.
“why don’t you?” is often what i want to respond.
i wish it wasn’t everywhere. it’s just so goddamn pervasive. maybe i wouldn’t care if i saw it balancing out. if i saw as many images of kent monkman or shelley niro circulating. i can’t decide what is worse: a world where the only representations of native people are stereotypical outdated ones (like the “The Magical Indian” in nature, the Sexy Squaw, the Violent Warrior Savage) or a world where so many young people don’t even know what a headdress is, other than a fashion accessory for drunk white hipsters to prance around in. what warpaint represented, which was unique to which tribe/band. just reduced to symbols, objects to buy at urban outfitters, without stories or people or genocide.