Unceded Voices | Indigenous scientists | #MeToo Stories and more


Check out Unceded Voices, Anti-colonial Street Artist Convergence. I really love watching and listening to the artists in their documentary series.  ++Broken Boxes Podcast


A short piece on two Indigenous scientists, Karlie Noon and Hindou Oumarou Ibrahim, affirming their respective ancestral knowledges through their scientific research.

*** Divest from Wells Fargo – it is happening!

By LT, your curator (top photo, me about age 19) (Yes, that is a Vega, my first car)

Hollywood-weird again?  Not exactly. Across the world now, people are talking about #MeToo.  Not in whispers anymore.  I cannot begin to tell you how many women have shared a story with me, including my adoptive mom Edie.  She was harassed in her workplace so many times, I lost count and never knew what to say.  I was a young kid.  I had no words of advice.  Men were hitting on her.  Not all were drunk. One guy pushed her up against a desk on the night shift.  When I was in college, she was stalked by someone who followed her home in his car.  Edie drove to the neighbor’s house instead.  She told me she reported it to police.

Things were bad at home for me, and it had been building for a very long time.  I was molested by my adoptive father and when Edie eventually found out, everything shifted and I felt blamed.  Nothing happened to Sev, my adoptive father.  But he left me alone.  I didn’t call the police, I didn’t call the priest. I knew no one would listen.  I moved into the university dorm when I was 17, maybe 20 minutes from their house. I feel like my life started when I left and it would never happen to me again.

I was wrong.

When I was 20, I took a job at a clothing store in a Duluth, Minnesota mall.  Graduating from university in February and not June, I needed money and took a retail job – and since the women’s department manager was leaving, I got her job.  I’d never experienced workplace sexual harassment.  (I’d already experienced sexual abuse and harassment in other ways.  One college professor (much older than me) took photos of me at his house for my acting portfolio and when he tried to kiss me and groped me, I ran out.  His wife was upstairs. That made me afraid too. )  When it happened to me at work or school, I had no one to tell.  (No I was not close to my a-mom, and I didn’t share bad news. I had a boyfriend at the time and he withheld all his infidelities so I could not trust him.)  There was no official to call and report this general manager… he was twice my age, married with two kids and yet he verbally harassed me about having sex with him; it got to the point I had to leave.  I could not work in a state of constant terror.  This was the same guy who would not give me the night off to attend my college graduation ceremony. (Yup, I did graduate but it still doesn’t feel like I did.)

We ALL have stories.  I have way too many to share. 

Who did you tell?

READ THIS: Perpetrators have started apologizing, and Laurie Penny thinks about un/forgiveness and how to cope with the consequences of assault.  Men, get ready to be uncomfortable for a while. While forgiveness may come one day, it won’t be soon.  We have built entire lives, families, and communities around the absence of this conversation.

This is what happens when women actively place their own needs first. The whole damn world freaks out. I don’t blame you for freaking out right now. I’m freaking out. I didn’t expect this to happen so fast. We didn’t want to have to make an example of anyone.  We tried to ask nicely for our humanity and dignity.  We tried to put it gently.  Nobody gave a shit.  READ MORE at The Unforgiving Minute

How the Art World, and Art Schools, Are Ripe for Sexual Abuse

“This is not the first time I have written about sexual harassment, and it probably won’t be the last. In 1994, I published an account of my experience as a caged Amerindian, a performance I created with Guillermo Gómez-Peña. At the end of my cataloguing of the audience’s unexpected reactions to us, I detailed an experience that I had had at the age of 22. That encounter made me understand viscerally just how invested Europeans and Americans were in the racist fantasies that I had explored in the performance. Though that essay has been republished dozens of times and I receive requests for interviews about the performance to this day, no one ever asked me about the perpetrator. I hadn’t mentioned his name because he was still alive at the time and I worried that he might retaliate. He’s dead now.” –

#MeToo in Middle America

The abuse of female Marines, fast food workers and women without safety nets is pervasive. And while those stories don’t garner national headlines, Kansas-based journalist Sarah Smarsh says the news about Hollywood casting couches does have people in her hometown reflecting on problems in their own backyard. (On The Media)

I’m also reading

This incredible speech about our current moment from Annie Proulx.  A conversation with Toni Morrison. We are all implicated—tear down the boys’ club. “I’ve been worried that we’re cruising toward the #MeToo moment’s trip wire.”  When does a watershed become a panic?  Being on the right side of history in 1998 really sucked. One family and the legacy of abuse. What does rehab look like for sex abusers? Ghosts and the invention of big data. How Facebook figures out everyone you’ve ever met, and how one woman’s digital life was weaponized against her. Can a museum be decolonized? “In 1492 Columbus set foot in a hemisphere thoroughly dominated by humankind.”  Viet Thanh Nguyen on conflicting Thanksgiving narratives.
(These will keep us busy reading for HOURS) I am OK.  I am more than OK. xoxoxox


  1. (Glad that the post reappeared after the earlier glitch.)

    I personally found it fascinating to listen to those women artists talking in their own language, something I would never usually hear in England. It was so different to the awful stereotyped language used by Native American warriors in old films, and has a lovely musical tone too.

    The subject of ancient peoples and astronomy has long fascinated me. I have seen carved stone calendars in Egypt that still ‘work’, even allowing for modern changes in dating systems. They date from hundreds of years B.C., and it is amazing to think of the intelligence that built them.
    In Soviet Central Asia, I marvelled at a huge astronomical telescope, built in the Middle Ages, at a time when western civilisations knew next to nothing about the universe. It was constructed from mud bricks, running along the side of a hill, with the light coming in concentrated into a series of increasingly smaller chambers.
    And I have read how ancient South American cultures were aware of the complexities of the solar system, centuries before the arrival of the Conquistadors.

    The sad issue of abuse of women (and in some cases boys and men too) is as old as history, and never seems to be affected by progress, or the development of empathetic sensibilities. Research shows that most of this abuse starts in the home environment, perpetrated in the main by fathers, and perhaps tolerated by acquiescent mothers too. Older brothers, uncles, cousins, all also take some blame. It reminds me of the feeding frenzy of predators, closing in on a weaker animal, bringing it down for the kill. Once the victim is abused, and nothing is said or done, other abusers line up to take their share. More research also indicates that most of those abused males also become abusers in turn. A tragic cycle of sickness in our society that has continued for centuries.
    Speaking up may not solve the problem, but it is essential, and the only way to start trying to put an end to this age old disgrace.

    Best wishes, Pete.

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    • Pete, wonderful history that you study. I try to keep up with latest developments and digs in ancient cultures, too. You are aware as me that we know a tony fraction of ancient cultures and their wonders. Many walls still stand here that defy explanation to the current populations, such as Cahokia.
      As for abuse, it’s is good how people are finally finding their voice. It’s a good sign.
      Thank you always for the comment.

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  2. What has me really frustrated and confused,is that this behavior has been happening longer then the existence of dirt,I understand how the level has risen to proportions that are not longer acceptable
    But I’ve lived under this cloud for so long
    Its like Harvey who, Harvey what,it took me to today to realize what I’ve been through
    What a revaluation,what a relief
    As Sheldon Always

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