[post] War doesn’t come with jets and rubble here. It comes in the quiet:...

War doesn’t come with jets and rubble here. It comes in the quiet: a boy taken from his grandmother because the state says she’s “unfit” for living off-grid. It comes in the suicide rate among our teens, higher than any combat unit’s. It comes in the way they reroute the pipeline but still leave the uranium in our water, still leave us to bury our women without answers. I see war in the hollow of a child’s eyes when he’s brought in speaking no Lakota, taught to be ashamed of his hair. It’s a slow war, called policy, called progress. And we are still here, still beading, still singing, still fighting.