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Sistah Code Red: Lily Gladstone Cracks Open the Oscars with Her War Cry


Lily Gladstone
Lily Gladstone “Killers of the Flower Moon”

Hey-yo, my rez royalty, my spirit guides, my powwow princesses! Gather 'round the digital campfire, 'cause this ain't your granny's Oscars story. We got revolution brewing, a war cry echoing through the Dolby Theatre, and at the epicenter, stands our very own Lily Gladstone, blazing brighter than a peyote sunset.


This isn't just a nomination, my sistahs. This is a tectonic shift, a crack in the Hollywood dam built on whitewashed narratives and stolen stories. Lily, a daughter of the Blackfeet and NiMíiPuu nations, just became the first Native American ever nominated for Best Actress. Let that sink in like a buffalo wallow on a scorching day. First. Ever. In an industry notorious for burying our ancestors under celluloid stereotypes, Lily's nomination is a goddamn earthquake, rocking the foundation of their dusty trophy cabinets.


This isn't just about Lily, though she's fierce enough to make Tatanka sweat. It's about every auntie who carried on our stories even when textbooks tried to erase us. It's about every young rez girl dreaming of screens bigger than the Montana sky, knowing she ain't just a sidekick or a squaw in someone else's fantasy. It's about our resilience, our voices amplified tenfold through Lily's raw, powerful performance in "Killers of the Flower Moon."

She ain't playing some Pocahontas Disneyfied princess. Lily dives into the skin of Mollie, an Osage woman fighting for her family, her land, her very existence against the greed and violence of oil-hungry colonizers. It ain't a pretty story, but it's ours, and Lily tells it with eyes that hold the wisdom of generations and a spirit that could break a mustang.


And let's talk about that Golden Globe, snatched fresh off the silver platter, the first for an Indigenous person ever. Talk about reclaiming narrative sovereignty! When Lily raised her fist and spoke in Blackfeet, it wasn't just an acceptance speech, it was a declaration of war. A war cry for representation, for truth, for a Hollywood that reflects the kaleidoscope of humanity beyond the pale.


This isn't the end, though. It's the beginning. Lily's nomination isn't just a feather in her war bonnet, it's a torch she's passing to every Indigenous artist, every storyteller, every dreamer daring to defy the Hollywood gaze. We're not waiting for permission anymore, sistahs. We're busting down the doors, cameras rolling, mic-dropping our truths.


So let's amplify the war cry, my rez queens! Let Lily's nomination roar across the plains, echo through the canyons, shake the rafters of every studio exec's ivory tower. This is our moment, our time to rewrite the script, paint the silver screen with our own vibrant palette. We're not sidekicks, we're the goddamn heroes, and Lily Gladstone is just the first warrior queen leading the charge.


Onwards, my sistahs! Let's paint Hollywood red, the shade of our war paint, the blood of our ancestors, the fire in our hearts. We're coming for you, Oscars, and this time, we're staying.

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