Life is harsh on the rez. Residents are imprisoned in a strange duality where the natural world is both beautiful and holy. You are husked with an eternal expanse of robin’s egg blue sky silked with cloudstrands and a clarifying coldness. Yet the human sphere is filled with drug-fueled carnage. Hope does not dwell here. It is unfamiliar. Anxiety is constant, feeding core wounds. Pain is rote. Hunger, baseline.
Darvette Lefthand is a passionate community activist on the Stoney Nakoda First Nation Reservation. She has seen the carnage by methamphetamine wrought on her family and community. Darvette writes: