It’s so jacked up. It’s also—”it” being my tribe’s retention of it—why Mapping the Interior and its kind-of follow-up (to come) never once say “Blackfeet”: because of current policy, I don’t think it’s a big enough term. Anyway, Robert traces through it in a compelling way here, once you click through:
I, along with my cousins and other Blackfeet, tried to get blood quantum eliminated from our tribal constitution… we failed. We, as in the entire tribe.
— Rez Dog imitāisskii (@DeadDogLake) June 19, 2018
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