What if I stay on the Rez?
One of my BU journalism professors says photos of signs suck. In his opinion, a good photo shouldn’t rely on words someone else printed, stamped or scrawled on a surface for content. But I think this is an exception. Not that it’s a great photo, it’s not. But driving into Navajo territory is like entering another country. When you cross the border, you depart a money-driven, western world that views clean running water and electricity as human rights, and enter a country shaped by sacred stories, traditional values, fast food chains and an insatiable energy industry. English is spoken of course, but only out of necessity.
As I stumble through this culture, clearly white, priveleged and out of place, I’m constantly reminded that a sense of humor is key when it comes to ignorantly breaking taboos left and right. A sense of humor on both sides.
Here are some random photos from my recent adventures…