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Most people have heard the words "Missing and Murdered Indigenous Peoples." Almost nobody knows how the machinery actually works. Let's go there.


Start with two numbers: 5,712 and 116


In 2016, the National Crime Information Center received 5,712 reports of missing American Indian and Alaska Native women and girls. That same year, the Department of Justice's public missing persons database — NamUs, the one families, researchers, and the media actually search — logged 116 of them.


Not 116 fewer. One hundred sixteen, total.


That gap is the crisis inside the crisis. Our relatives disappear twice: once from their lives, and once from the record. If a person never enters the database, there's no case number, no media alert, no researcher counting her, no pressure on anyone to look. On paper, she simply never went missing.


Erased by a checkbox


Here's the part that stops people cold: many of our missing and murdered relatives are in the system — recorded as the wrong race. Police reports and death certificates routinely misclassify Native people as white or Hispanic. Researchers have found the same person listed as Native in one federal database and non-Native in another. When the Urban Indian Health Institute investigated cases in Seattle — a city that actually cooperated with records requests — they found that a quarter of the missing and murdered women they verified weren't in law enforcement records at all. They had to be confirmed through families, social media, and community memory.


Data is not boring. Data is who gets searched for. Every misapplied checkbox is a woman who statistically never existed.


The 1978 court case that built a hunting ground


Now the piece almost nobody outside Indian law knows: a Supreme Court decision called Oliphant v. Suquamish Indian Tribe. In 1978, the Court ruled that tribal nations cannot criminally prosecute non-Native people — even for crimes committed on tribal land, against tribal citizens.


Sit with that. If a non-Native man harms a Native woman on her own homeland, her own nation's court is not allowed to try him. The case goes to distant federal or state prosecutors — and for years, federal prosecutors declined to file charges in roughly half of the Indian Country cases referred to them, including the majority of sexual violence cases.


Predators are not confused about this. The loophole is known, and it is used. Recent laws like the Violence Against Women Act's tribal provisions have restored slivers of jurisdiction, but the foundation Oliphant poured is still under our feet.


Man camps: when the boom comes to the border town


Follow the pipelines and the oil fields and you'll find "man camps" — temporary housing for thousands of transient extraction workers, often set down right beside tribal communities. When the Bakken oil boom hit, tribal police at Fort Berthold in North Dakota reported more murders, sexual assaults, trafficking cases, and violent incidents than in any year on record.


Layer that on top of the jurisdiction gap and you see the design: a rotating population of outsiders, next to Native communities, in the exact places where prosecution is least likely. This is why water protectors say extraction and MMIP are the same fight.


The silence is also built


When Wyoming's governor commissioned the first statewide MMIP report, researchers found Indigenous people made up 15% of the state's missing persons records over a decade — far beyond our share of the population — and that media coverage of Indigenous victims lagged badly behind coverage of white victims. Missing Native youth are quietly labeled "runaways," which can mean no alert, no urgency, no story. A family holds a search party with flyers they printed themselves while the evening news covers something else.


And some relatives are missing even from the movement


Two more truths from under the surface: our men and boys make up a huge share of MMIP cases and are almost never named in the conversation. And about 71% of Native people live in cities — where, for years, almost no violence research was done at all. The crisis is not only "out there" on reservations. It rides the bus in Phoenix and Seattle and Albuquerque.


What the underground response looks like


Here's the part that keeps me going. Because the system wouldn't count us, communities built their own machinery: tribal epidemiology centers doing the research the government didn't, aunties trained to enter missing relatives into NamUs themselves, community-run search teams, state "Feather Alert"-style systems for missing Indigenous people, and grassroots databases kept by Indigenous women who refused to let names disappear.


That is sovereignty in action. Not waiting for permission to matter.


Why I carry this into healing spaces


Families living inside this machinery carry a grief with no closure — decades of it, generations of it. It lives in the body. This is why MMIP belongs in every talking circle, every trauma training, every wellness space serving our people. Awareness posters don't heal that. Ceremony, community, culturally grounded care, and truth-telling begin to.


If your organization serves Native families and no one has ever walked your staff through what you just read — that's the training gap I fill. Reach out. Let's do this work right.


StrongHearts Native Helpline: 1-844-762-8483 · BIA Missing & Murdered Unit: 1-833-560-2065


Cas Stouder is an Indigenous wellness practitioner and trainer specializing in trauma-informed, ceremony-grounded work with communities impacted by ACEs, substance use, and the MMIP crisis.


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  • Writer: Casandra Stouder
    Casandra Stouder
  • Apr 14
  • 3 min read

My name is Casandra Stouder. I am Diné and Seminole. And let me be real with you, I am a work in progress. I come to you not as a perfect healer, but as someone who has walked through fire and is still learning to respect the ashes.

My story starts with my sister, Cynthia. At eight months, a brain injury altered her voice, her sight, her movement. She lived in a powerful way, feeling the world through sensation. She went from eight months of what we perceive as normal to being diagnosed with cerebral palsy, blind, paralyzed, unable to speak and confined to a wheelchair for 36 years, her power, my life teacher. My grandma named her turtle in Creek/Seminole. My big sister taught me that strength isn't about what you can do, but about what you endure, and that true strength resides in stillness. She taught me about the raw, undeniable power of the human spirit to survive, even when the body fails.

My journey wasn't pretty. I grew up on the rez, my grandparents waking me before dawn, urging me to pray. My grandparents and community elders gave me many traditional roles from a very young age as though time was running out to learn the old ways. This urgency is something I understand as an adult. Most adults in my childhood battled alcoholism, their own pains, anger, a legacy of the trauma we carry as Indigenous people. Boarding schools, forced removals, the systematic destruction of our culture – it's not just history; it's in our hereditary code. It's complex.

Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACEs) research shows how trauma rewires our brains, disrupts our hormones, and increases our risk for chronic disease. Epigenetics reveals how these experiences can even alter our gene expression, impacting generations to come. This isn't just about feeling bad; it's about the physical reality of what we carry.

I walked through my own underworld. From 4 to 33, I battled addiction, surviving abduction and brutality, incarceration, violence, self-harm. I know the taste of despair, the weight of shame. I know what it’s like to want to disappear. I’ve been there. I’ve survived near death experiences many times and I've done the things that I am not proud of.

And yet, despite it all, I’ve also lived as a leader, a child advocate, a women’s support, a recovery coach, a wellness and fitness master trainer, a social worker, a wilderness education leader, and so much more. I've held positions of strength and service, only to repeatedly fall back into the darkness, not yet ready to fully embrace my own healing. This is my truth. I resented each time I fell, each time the darkness pulled me under.

But I also know that we are not defined by our scars. We are defined by our willingness to heal, to rise, to reclaim our power. I learned that healing isn't about erasing the past, but about facing it even when we shake, it's about understanding it, integrating it, and choosing a different way. These last few years, I’ve finally grounded myself, dedicating myself to prayer, healing, and truth, the best way I can.

I’m here to share the tools I’ve found on this journey. Not the perfect answers, but the hard-won lessons, the undeniable power of ceremonies, and other science-backed practices that have helped me find my way. I'm here to offer a space where we can be real, where we can share our truths, where we can learn about solutions and heal together.

Our healing isn’t just for ourselves. It’s for our families, our communities, our future. We are the ones who break the cycles, who rewrite the stories, who build a better world.

We are not alone. We are connected all creation to the earth, to the stars, to each other. We carry within us the strength of those who survived, and we are building a path for those who will thrive.

Relatives!

Let’s be real, let’s be honest, let’s be brave. Explore our own offerings, and let’s walk this path together. Aho!

 
 
 
  • Writer: Casandra Stouder
    Casandra Stouder
  • Jan 19
  • 1 min read


Join us for a transformative two-day training experience focused on Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACEs) specifically tailored for Indigenous communities. Led by Casandra Stouder (Diné/Seminole), a committed trainer with the AZ ACEs Consortium, this workshop uniquely integrates western science with Indigenous wisdom to develop culturally responsive strategies for addressing childhood adversity.


Key Learning Areas:

- Understanding ACEs: Delve into the profound effects of Adverse Childhood Experiences on individuals and communities, and how they shape future outcomes.

- NEAR Science: Uncover the connections between Neuroscience, Epigenetics, ACEs, and Resilience, and how they interrelate.

- Toxic Stress: Examine the generational impacts of toxic stress and explore strategies to reduce its effects.

- Trauma-Informed Approaches: Learn effective methods for supporting Indigenous communities through cultural strengths and traditional healing practices.


Who Should Attend:

- Tribal Program Staff

- Educators & School Personnel

- Community Advocates & Leaders

- Traditional Practitioners

- Anyone engaged with Indigenous communities


Training Details:

- Duration: Two full days

- Time: 9:00 AM - 4:00 PM

- Location: Serving Tribal Communities across the country


Don't miss this chance to equip your community with essential knowledge and tools to foster resilience and healing. For more information, please contact Casandra Stouder at casandrastouder@gmail.com

 
 
 

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