These are not my words but the words of another blogger at walkerwrackspurt.
Though I couldn’t agree any more
I am a modern Lakota winyan.
I’m like no Indian you’ve ever seen.
Because I am not a mascot. Or a blockbuster archetype.
Someone dressed like a gothic taxidermist
Is trying to sell me my own culture.
“Your values and beliefs are for sale!” he proclaims in redface.
“So is your land. I’ll buy it for you [if you see my movie].”
Spending $5 million
On land worth $14,000
To sell a movie made for $250 million.
I’m no good at math.
But that seems
Excessive. Over the top. Not enough.
And I feel funny 😐
The worst part?
Our people are so starved for attention,
That we’ll take it in whatever form it comes in.
When Racism knocks on your door,
It’ll be riding a pinto, wearing a bird, and wrapped in a Comanche flag.
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