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The Wisdom of Black Elk By The Editors

We often laud the east for the wisdom of its philosophies and religions. What's forgotten in all of this is the beauty, complexity, and diversity of the Native American belief systems. At the age of nine years old, the famed Lakota Black Elk received a vision. It would be his duty to keep the sacred hoop of his people. By this, he meant that the responsibility for the continuation of the knowledge of the ancient rituals and beliefs of the Oglala Lakotas would fall to him. It is thanks to this vision that we have two of the most important pieces of Native American literature today. 
A POW Camp Reclaimed: What Happened When One Photographer Visited the Pine Ridge Reservation By The Editors

When a photographer went to shoot the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota it revealed the limits of outside perspective and the power of community journalism. 
Parents Who Survived Indian Boarding School By Scott Bear Don't Walk

There was a mission called St. Ignatius. It covered the area of Oregon, Montana, Washington, Idaho, and Alaska. This mission did not bring compassionate faith to the Native Americans and Native Alaskans, but instead hell in the form of sexual and physical abuse, kidnappings, and beatings. Children would be punished for engaging in their cultural heritage or speaking their parents' tongue. Over 500 claimants have won suit against the mission, but it will never be enough to reclaim lost childhoods and broken lives. Scott Bear Don't Walk takes a poet's eye to the horrific tragedy to reveal what it was like from the inside. 
The Reason Shit Sucks By The Editors

There's a reason education sucks. It's the same reason government doesn't work for you. If you don't know already, let George Carlin tell you. 
Two from Jan Palach By The Editors

On January 16th, 1969, Czech student Jan Palach, frustrated by the occupation of his country by Soviet forces, doused himself with gasoline and lit himself ablaze. It was the ultimate sacrifice meant to startle the onset of a torpor toward Russian rule. In the following letters, including the letter "Torch No.1", we see a Palach searching for meaningful action.
The Literary Mind of Tupac Shakur By The Editors

Naturally, he wrote poetry before writing any other kind of verse. He trained in ballet. He eschewed a normal high school education to pursue dramatic studies at the Baltimore School for the Arts. As a punishment, his mother used to sit him down and make him read the New York Times cover to cover. Michael Eric Dyson judged that upon completion of high school he was “extraordinarily well read and well-rounded intellectually — likely more so than the average student entering in the first year class of most Ivy League institutions.” He read Herman Melville and Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (look it up). Also, the feminist works of Robin Miller and Alice Walker. He was a rap star but before he was a rap star, he was a literary mind. He was Tupac Amaru Shakur.
Tuesday Throwback: Kerouac Sits Down at the Piano By The Editors

It starts simply, with a man at a piano.
Bertrand Russell's Ten Commandments for Maintaining a Healthy Democracy By The Editors

Here's the thing about democracy: It's a bitch to maintain. You start to think you're going alright. You let science and math education slack for a few generations, but it's all good. The middle class is healthy. The tube is on at night. But something starts to happen. 
Thirteen Phrases for Living from Gabriel Garcia Marquez By The Editors

"It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. Dr. Juvenal Urbino noticed it as soon as he entered the still darkened house where he had hurried on an urgent call to attend a case that for him had lost all urgency many years before. The Antillean refugee Jeremiah de Saint-Armour, disabled war veteran, photographer of children, and his most sympathetic opponent in chess, had escaped the torments of memory with the aromatic fumes of gold cyanide."

-Love in the Time of Cholera
Bang Bang By Christian Fennell

I’m on the move. The Chevy 427 rumblin—

Profit and the Death of Biodiversity By Mitchell Krochmalnik Grabois

A look into the extinction of bees and frogs, and how the U.S. supports ivory poaching.
Winter’s Tale By Garnett Kilberg Cohen

Last week there was still a patch of snow in a shady spot in my front yard. Two days ago the temperature reached almost 80 degrees. I know this is common in some climates, and not completely unheard of where I live—Chicago—but the image of that dirty little white island seemed to symbolize the winter we’ve experienced this year in the Midwest, a winter that resulted from a polar vortex, a winter that clung on longer and more forcefully than any of us thought  possible.
Scream, Baby. Scream. By Lucy Gregg Muir

A response to Parker Marlo’s honest essay on cutting.
Cutter By Parker Marlo

A minor operation. Numb and alert and unable to feel my toe, I stare at my crossed arms because blood makes me ill.
Gilgamesh: A Film Treatment for the First Action Hero By Scott Archer Jones

A treatment for the very first action hero. And we do mean the very first. 
The Time the Inventor of Acid Wrote Steve Jobs By The Editors

It was on this day in 1943 that Albert Hoffman first ingested  LSD. What followed was not just generations, but a man named Steve Jobs and a company called Apple. 
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