One day in the summer of 2020, Chuck Hoskin, Jr., the principal chief of the Cherokee Nation, and his daughter were driving through Tahlequah, Oklahoma, the location of the Cherokee Nation headquarters. Hoskin, who is forty-nine, had grown up understanding that he was a citizen of one of the country's largest tribal nations in terms of population-there are nearly half a million enrolled Cherokee citizens yet one of its smallest in terms of territory. But that had just changed. In McGirt v. Oklahoma, the United States Supreme Court ruled that a nineteenth-century treaty between the Muscogee Creek Nation and the U.S. was still in effect. The 5-4 decision ultimately resulted in the restoration of land to eight tribes and the conclusion that nearly half of Oklahoma, including most of the city of Tulsa, seventy miles northwest of Tahlequah, was tribal territory. As Hoskin drove through Tahlequah's quiet streetspast its antique stores and strip-mall plazas, its billboards advertising well drilling and Narcan and Jesus-the familiar town was made new with the realization that his daughter would grow up in a world where all of this was part of the Cherokee reservation.
The McGirt case represented an enormous and long-awaited restoration of sovereignty, "the ability of a group of people to manage their own affairs," as Hoskin put it. In Indian Country, which is the legal term for land reserved for tribes, tribal nations have authority over their citizens they can adjudicate legal cases, levy taxes, and impose municipal regulations. But, in Oklahoma, which apart from Alaska has the nation's highest proportion of Native residents, the state had long maintained that reservations—and, thus, much tribal authority-had ceased to exist in 1907, with statehood. Now two million Oklahomans-some of them tribal citizens, most of them not-were living on a reservation.
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ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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