Banning the “Aztec Calendar”: Indigenous, Maiz-based Knowledge at the Heart...
By: Roberto Dr. Cintli Rodriguez and Norma Gonzalez Introduction The banning of the Aztec Calendar in a Tucson classroom in 2012, was the symbolic culmination of a six-year effort to destroy the...
View ArticleLetter from the Editor: 2012
Our third annual issue of Nakum celebrates the Winter Solstice of 2012, a cosmic event for Indigenous peoples of the Americas as represented in the Mayan calendar. To introduce this issue, I invited...
View ArticleThe Deeper Truth About Spanish Colonization
Review by Scott Comar Indian Conquistadors: Indigenous Allies in the Conquest of Mesoamerica Laura E. Matthew and Michael R. Oudijk, Eds. University of Oklahoma Press, 2007 349 pages $45.00 This...
View ArticleIndigenous Adaptations to a Changing Social Environment in the El Paso...
Review by Scott Comar Extinction or Survival?: The Remarkable Story of the Tigua, an Urban American Indian Tribe S.K. Adam Paradigm Publishers, 2009 220 pages $26.95 Examining cultural continuity,...
View ArticleSmiling Brown: Gente de Bronce—People the Color of the Earth
By Roberto “Dr. Cintli” Rodriguez I begin this essay on brown skin color and color consciousness with memories of my early childhood when I would sit on the porch step of my house in an alley on...
View ArticleWriting Greater Indigenous Mexico: Mid-Century American Indians Look South...
Review by Crystal M. Kurzen The Red Land to the South: American Indian Writers and Indigenous Mexico James H. Cox Minneapolis, MN: University of Minnesota Press, 2012 ISBN: 978-0-8166-7598-2 288 pages,...
View ArticleEl Camino
By Elizabeth Jiménez Montelongo Copyright Elizabeth Jiménez Montelongo, 2014. All rights reserved.
View ArticlePeople, shades of the earth, color the silent truth
By Vivian García López Because I am Brown, I am oppressed. When I speak this, I know it is not enough. The knowledge of racism is not enough. Because, if I am still bound by my own self-hatred, I am...
View ArticleViolent Before the Moon (Para Huitzilopochtli)
There was no light on the inside of mi madre, just the blades I kept coiled in my arms, my legs, bent, escondi ojos en mis manos. Imagined what I’d say to the faces I would meet, what the air felt...
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