I was born in the capital of the Muscogee Nation and have many relatives back home. My family came to California in 1954 as part of the Indian Relocation policy, one of the many attempts at removing Indians from their lands and ”assimilating” us. It never succeeded in the way the government wanted because the majority of us “relocatees” never gave up our Tribal citizenships, nor our identities as Native people. I was 5 when we came to California and my generation has been given the anthropological name of “First Generation Urban Indians”. We are well into our third generation of urban Indians now. Most of us relocated Indians still refer to “back home” as where our family and tribe lives.
In terms of media ownership I’m in the smallest percentile.
I’ve always veered toward journalism although I originally wanted to be a photournalist offering visual insight in the lives of Indians. In the early 1970’s I worked with a wonderful publication Indigena: News from Indian Country. Under the direction of editor, Marie-Helene LaRaque we covered what was happening to Indians in Brazil, Guatemala, Chile, Ecuador, Paraguay and Uruguay. Indigena was also bi-lingual. The first and perhaps, the news of that time. This was long before the terms “rain-forest” was used to designate the jungles of Brazil. It was a perilous time for Indians and killing Indians in many of those countries was not a crime. Our reporting on Brazil foreshadowed the devastation of the clear cutting of forests, the role of oil extraction, miners and new diseases coming into the Yanomami lands.
It was during this time that I was recruited to work on a Native radio program at KPFA in Berkeley. The program was known as Native American Student’s Hour. It had been languishing since the students had taken their roles as students seriously; the show was in limbo. To this day, I do not know why people suggested me for the program but I said I would give it a try for three weeks. I was so terrified of the microphone I could barely speak above a whisper, my throat was so tightly constricted.
Three weeks grew into five years and I changed the name of the show to Living On Indian Time based on song by Canadian musicians, Kashtin. I found that I could combine my writing skills along with my love of technology and natural ability to talk with people. We brought Indigena on board covered the urban Indian news and views as well.
Living On Indian Time became a staple for both the Native and non-Native communities. Joined later by Michelle LaRaque and Richard Two Elk.Not only did we feature news but interviews with poets like Simon Ortiz, musicians including Floyd Red Crow Westerman. A.Paul Ortega, Willie Dunn, traditional music and Xit, Redbone and of course, Buffy St, Marie.
When I started broadcasting at KPFA in the 19 ‘70’ FM radio was still new and FM radios were expensive and not common in Indian households so people would gather at friends and listen to Living On Indian Time. To catch on events at the Friendship House in Oakland and the SF Indian Center along with news about AIM and Indian fishing rights
Equally important was my desire to combat stereotypes of Indians. I wanted to portray us as we are today, not frozen in time, drunkards, activists or “spiritual beings”. I have to say that 45 years later things haven’t changed a whole lot regardless of the amazing progress we have made.
“I love sharing the voices of Native people, our stories show that we all have so much in common. The wisdom of the elders, the vibrancy of the youth and the promise that we’ll still be here tomorrow. I am always comforted knowing that anytime of the day or night, somewhere in the world there are indigenous people praying for to ensure the survival of all of us.”
I live among the redwoods and along the portion of the California coast that stretches from the northern tip of Sonoma County through Mendocino County. We live among the homelands of the Kashia Pomo and the Bokeya Pomo.To the South are the Coast Miwok.