{"id":14791,"date":"2018-08-01T00:55:34","date_gmt":"2018-08-01T05:55:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=14791"},"modified":"2018-08-01T12:26:48","modified_gmt":"2018-08-01T17:26:48","slug":"we-dont-know-yet-that-the-little-girl-is-safe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/14791","title":{"rendered":"WE DON&#8217;T KNOW YET THAT THE LITTLE GIRL IS SAFE"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Oceti Sakowin Camp, Standing Rock<\/em><span style=\"font-size: 20px\"><sup>1<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Our flashlights weave a trembling<\/p>\n<p>net across the prairie, sway for hours like river grass<\/p>\n<p>underwater. \u00a0She\u2019s four; rumor says, seen last<\/p>\n<p>with two White men. We pass this panicked offering<\/p>\n<p>to one another like sharp crusts of stale bread.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes, in the dark of a slope, our lights catch<\/p>\n<p>the ghosts of other missing girls, from each nation<\/p>\n<p>whose flags fly above our hand-built homes.<\/p>\n<p>They\u2019re lacing a child\u2019s shoe, or a needle and thread,<\/p>\n<p>finishing a poem, or a tattoo, or an argument, or a college class,<\/p>\n<p>busy with everything uncompleted, these women who have not<\/p>\n<p>been found. We yell her name again, again, again, each syllable<\/p>\n<p>pleating in our mouths like a luminescent shell. The echo<\/p>\n<p>catches in each tipi flap, clutches at each blade<\/p>\n<p>of grass. We snake our small lights between the ribs<\/p>\n<p>of horse trailers, through every ash and cottonwood<\/p>\n<p>copse. Every bed is left empty and rumpled, every<\/p>\n<p>sleeping bag, splayed. Some of us begin to unzip<\/p>\n<p>each tent; and by the bank of the river, some kneel,<\/p>\n<p>shining what beam they can toward the bottom.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 16px\"><sup>1<\/sup><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0<span style=\"font-size: 16px\">Thankfully, the young girl in this poem was found safe and the incident was determined to be a misunderstanding of the type that happens at any large event. However, the problem of missing and murdered indigenous women is very real. According to the National Crime and Information Center, in 2016, 125 indigenous women were reported missing in North Dakota alone. The true number is likely much higher. On some reservations, women are ten times as likely to be murdered as the national average. You can learn more at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.strongheartshelpline.org\/\">http:\/\/www.strongheartshelpline.org<\/a> and\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/www.niwrc.org\/\">http:\/\/www.niwrc.org<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/14720\">Teresa Dzieglewicz<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oceti Sakowin Camp, Standing Rock1 &nbsp; Our flashlights weave a trembling net across the prairie, sway for hours like river grass underwater. \u00a0She\u2019s four; rumor says, seen last with two White men. We pass this panicked offering to one another like sharp crusts of stale bread. Sometimes, in the dark of a slope, our lights [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1704,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[57],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-3Qz","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14791"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1704"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14791"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14791\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14966,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14791\/revisions\/14966"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14791"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14791"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14791"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}