The Girl Everyone Just Sort of Assumed Was Native American![]() November 11, 2002 Here is a tale, well-learned, well-told,
about a girl of fifteen years old. A girl nearly so old she could drive with pretty brown skin and a look in her eye. Between that and how she called the corn "maize" everyone thought her and Indian babe. Much props was she given, more than her share for her leatherstocking dress and well-braided hair. We thought her a mystic with powers bizarre that she traveled by horse instead of a car; wise and well-bred, with roots in the earth, who knew what the wind and the rain were all worth; that a teardrop would fall from one eye of brown when someone tossed their litter around. Maybe, someone said, she lived in a teepee that's perfect for her, if not ideal for me. It's possible someone has traded for deeds this land all around for a necklace of beads. So flooded with angst and white liberal guilt we apologized for genocide and buildings we built, but we found out later it was all for noit and it turns out she actually came from Detroit! She's black, not a Native, and now we have no doubt a million other things to feel guilty about. ![]() Quote of the Day“It is a wise man who makes a career of providing quotes, for the dollar-to-word ratio is fantastic. Eat your heart out, novelists.”-Beenjammin Lynn-Frank Fortune 500 CookieYou! In the yellow shirt! You’re going to have an awful week. Move along now. This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, but your lifetime ban from the municipal aquarium still applies. Those repressed childhood memories you’ve been having about animal abuse and a shady-looking construction site? That was Donkey Kong. Try eating something with at least 17 letters in it this week: mailboxes and Alpha-Bits don’t count. Your lucky dong accessories: ornaments, jingle bells, argyle cock sock, festive wreath, racing stripe, spare donut.Try again later. 5 Phrases Guaranteed to Get You Slapped
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