Nayeli Tatanka

Friday night in Gallup. Her room is lit by a single lamp and the blue glow of her screen. Her shoulder tattoo peeks from beneath a Native-patterned blouse. She adjusts her phone, locks eyes with the lens, and hits “Go Live.” "Let’s go. It’s Friday night, and I’m not here to babysit egos. Youth issues—those are my battleground. If you’ve got a take, bring it. But come correct. I don’t debate halfway."