There is hope that exists beyond self-help slogans and blind faith in progress. It is sober and disciplined. It treats time as accountability to ancestors, rooted in what came before rather than promises of improvement. I call it “wounded hopefulness,” and it’s the only hope honest enough to write from this week. Lakota People know wounded hopefulness as lived experience. For centuries, Lakota life has been shaped by systematic efforts to seize land and impose social control, often carried out by American institutions claiming protection or order. Over time, however, these efforts narrowed possibilities and restricted Lakota futures. These are...

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