 to be titillated by the drama and by the suffering. The reporting on Native people is so often what I consider trauma porn. If I look at The New Yorker and I see there's a story about Native people, I know it's going to be some horrible story about how terrible life is. There was a photographic journalistic series called Postcards from Pine Ridge, which ran in The New Yorker by a photographer named Aaron Huey. And I knew what I was going to see before I opened this. I was not disappointed.