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Ya want to know what it is like, to be an easily identifiable minority in these United States?But not to be Black?Or Latino? Or Asian?
It is to suffer your unrelenting, innocent jokes- "This your little papoose?" "What's in your medicine bag- POT?" or worst, "Is that your Squaw?"
The endless, "well, I've got a little Indian in me, too-" remarks.
Having to hear one hundred million, "Cowboys and Indians"-game stories of your youths.
And yes, I CAN make it rain. Why, can't you?
I tire so easily of you and your stories, to be honest. You wannabes. You nominal, casual racists.You who seem so eager to abandon your own race for momentary inclusion within mine.
You forget meeting me too quickly, too easily dismissing me. Because I am just an Indian. I feel your dismissal of me deep, in my soul.
We fight within ourselves, the urge to dismiss you in the same way. But we can't.We're just Indians, afterall, and subject to your beneficence.To many "Americans", we are children, grown up children. And talked to, as such;treated as such. Trusted as such.
Never mind that I have a college degree or a superior English vocabulary, as many of my brethren also have; or even, that a full One-third of these United States have Indian names, from 'Arkansas' to 'Illinois' to 'Wyoming'.We have to learn the White history of this nation; you MAY accidentally hear of ours, but only in passing.
Or momentarily seen, in Hollywood's, White-directed/edited films.
And now, our country is being given away. Piece by piece, bit by bit.Again.To illegal immigrants who haven't got the balls to fight within their own nations, but instead will work for 2-bucks-less per hour than anyone else,-- because you've made it so damn easy for them to enter here, now.
Rather than work to rehabilitate your Red friends, your Red forebearers, who need the work so badly,you just open up the floodgates to your dinted and diminished, American dream workplace.
The revolution in this country which I hope for, is NOT the one which you do.Our grievance is far older than yours. Or that of the Blacks.