Native American Heritage Month

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It is Native American History Month, and the ARC is celebrating in several ways.

First of all, check out our book selections that highlight Native American voices. These books span from non-fiction to fiction, poetry and graphic novels.

You can browse the collection through our catalog or view these books in a downloadable pdf.

This month, we are featuring the music of Jim Boyd, our artist of the month. His music can be streamed via our Spotify playlist.

On an upcoming episode of the ARCLight Podcast, we sit down with Joe Podlasek, the founder fo the Trickster Cultural Center in Schaumburg. He talks with us about the work the center does in raising awareness of Native issues. We also touch on the people who lived in the area before European settlement.

Finally, listen for the new episode of Music Matters, which will feature artists who have won Native American Music Awards, or "Nammies" as they are know. Coming soon!





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