Bokelskere.no

Menneskene er fanget i historien, og historien er fanget i dem.

Tid er ikke noe vi har, kjære nevø, det er tiden som har oss. Den holder oss i kjeften slik en ugle holder en markmus den har fanget. Vi skjelver av skrekk. Vi spreller for å slippe løs, og så hakker den ut øynene og tarmene våre og spiser oss, og så dør vi som markmus.

We are Indians and Native Americans, American Indians and Native American Indians, North American Indians, Natives, NDNs and Ind's, Status Indians and Non-Status Indians, First Nation Indians and Indians so Indian we either think about the fact of it every single day or we never think about it at all.

"We know the sound of the freeway better than we do rivers, the howl of distant trains better than wolf howls, we know the smell of gas and freshly wet concrete and burned rubber better than we do the smell of cedar or sage or even fry bread."

Our heads are on flags, jersey, and coins. Our heads were on the penny first, of course, the Indian cent, and then on the buffalo nickel, both before we could even vote as a people — which, like the truth of what happened in history all over the world, and like all that spilled blood from slaughter, is now out of circulation.