The way of life on the reservation isn’t easy at all. Yesterday, when I left Southern Utah and went down there, I wondered what it meant to see this plastered on an unfinished abandoned house on the Navajo Reservation? It seems like life is tough enough that some dreams never survive. I cannot help but think colonialism is all to blame for all the hardship and oppression that I see in these Indian communities. As an outsider, a non-indigenous person, I can see the heartache but also a strong will to survive and continue…