What emerged from the Tongva was not fury, but a steady insistence on something deeper than a viral moment. They acknowledged the power of Eilish’s statement while gently revealing the gap between rhetoric and relationship: no consultation, no direct connection, no shared work. Their message reframed the spectacle, shifting the question from “Who won the argument?” to “Who is willing to stay?”

In that shift lies the uncomfortable truth of modern activism: visibility is easy, responsibility is not. The Tongva invited Eilish—and everyone listening—into a slower, less glamorous form of solidarity, built on listening, reciprocity, and presence. Their words carried no public shaming, only a calm declaration of existence: “Ekwa Shem — We are here.” It was less a rebuke than a doorway, asking whether those who speak of justice are ready to live beside it.