“Ecana drilled a well an the west side of our house, down below and my dad’s mom was buried there. They just barely missed the graveyard, it was like a foot away… They didn’t even notify us, let us know, they just went in there and started drilling. When we went back there to visit our grandma, we saw that pad there. We didn’t like it. We talked to the BLM people about putting up a fence there and they wouldn’t let us.”
“I grew up in the white people’s world. I didn’t get taught traditionally; let me put it that way… I went to the dormitories. That’s how I grew up. And I hate to say this, but Uncle Sam brainwashed me. And that’s a good thing, that’s the reason why I’m sitting here. But the thing that frustrates me out there is that they don’t hear us… We’ve got a voice, but they don’t hear us, they just push us to the side… he’s white, I’m brown, and that makes a whole lot of difference, even where I worked.”
“I was sitting at the round table, at a safety meeting, and there were white people sitting there and there were only two of us brownies… and they were talking about [Navajos] and they thought I was hispanic. They didn’t know that I was from out by Lybrook. And they were talking to me right in my face about my people: ‘Drunk this, drunk that. You know, Navajos are like this, they ain’t got houses they live in hogans, they live in the dirt,’ stuff like that, sitting around the table.”