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,...
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El 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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