Stories

It’s 5:30 a.m. on the first day of Santa Fe’s Indian Market, and as artists set up their booths, shadows cast by the headlights of parked trucks and cars are projected like silent movies onto the plaza. If your breath is visible in the crisp morning air, you’re on time for the largest Native American art show in the world.

Jay Leno was pacing the stage in his customary suit and tie and being his usual funny self.

Although American Indians have played a prominent role in Hollywood movies, the reality of Indian country has rarely made it to the screen.

Before daybreak Saturday morning, collectors who had pulled all-nighters in the booths assigned to their favorite artists were sprawled out in lawn chairs or cots, holding their place in line at this year’s Indian Market.

This city’s Spanish colonial legacy has hardly been hidden. The city’s centerpiece is the Palace of the Governors on the downtown plaza.

Nothing about the music of Indigenous reveals that its members are from a close-knit family of Nakota Indians.

Get your kitsch on Route 66. As New Mexico looks back on the 75th anniversary of Route 66, American Indian mementos still figure prominently in the trading posts and roadside stands across the Southwest.

Inside an adobe-walled oasis of palm trees and oleander, Fritz Scholder lives amid skulls and skeletons.

Almost everyone is familiar with the entrance of Jews to America through Ellis Island, but few people have heard of a smaller but nevertheless important Jewish migration westward to New Mexico by wagon train along the Santa Fe Trail.

For the estimated 1.1 million Americans who are legally blind, using an automated teller machine can 
be an exercise in frustration.