me,â Grover answered. âThis isnât worth the effort.â
âIt bothers me a lot more now than it did then,â Dan added.
I slipped a rubbery pink piece of baloney onto my white bread. âWhyâs that?â
âWell,â said Dan, âwhen we were kids we didnât see a lot of white kids. Those we saw were just like us. Poor as hell and justkids playing in the dirt. Their folks might have had it better than our folks, but the kids seemed just the same. We never thought of ourselves as any different. Cowboys and Indians was just a game, like cops and robbers. It didnât have anything to do with our real lives.
âI mean, nobody had any cars. We didnât get to any big town except maybe once or twice a year. There wasnât any TV. It wasnât until after the war, when the soldiers came back and told us what it was like out there, that we even knew that anyone lived different from us.â
âYeah,â Grover said. âThatâs when it hit me. When I got back from Korea. All the other guys in my unit called me âChief,â and I kind of liked it. But when I got back and lived in the city for a while, I started to hear white people talk about Indians for the first time. The things they said were so damn stupid. Thatâs when I started to get mad about those cowboy movies.
âSee, it never bothered me about the way those movies made Indians look. But it bothered me about the way they made us look to white people â like a bunch of savages who just rode around faster than hell on horseback shouting and hollering. Made white people treat us bad.â
Dan swallowed a mouthful of sandwich. The television gunshots were blaring in the background.
âYou know where all that stuff came from?â he asked me.
I had done some reading on the subject, but I wanted to hear his thinking.
âBuffalo Billâs Wild West Show. You heard of it?â
âYes.â
âGood,â Dan said. âThen you know a little bit. Buffalo Bill had this show that traveled all over, to New York and to Europe and everywhere. He sort of made it up after he had killed all the buffalo and the U.S. had pretty much destroyed us all. He thought he could still make some money on Indians. It was rightafter we had taken care of Custer and all the newspapers were writing about Indians as bloodthirsty killers. Buffalo Bill figured people wanted to see real live Indians.â
âLike animals in a circus,â Grover cut in.
âRight,â Dan said. âOnly we were the animals. He put together this show. Sitting Bull even was in it for a while, although Iâll be damned if I know why he let himself do it. Anyway, it had Indians riding around on horseback hollering and killing people, just like white people wanted.
âPeople came to see that show from everywhere. I think even the Queen of England saw it. I know some Indians met the President. It was in all the papers. It was really a big thing.â
âYeah,â Grover echoed. âThat was all people knew â what they saw in Buffalo Bill and what they read in the papers.â
âNo, there was another thing,â Dan said. âThere was that poem of Hiawatha. âBy the shores of Gitchi-gumi.â What the hell is Gitchi-gumi, anyway?â
âI think itâs Lake Superior â up my way,â I offered.
âMaybe,â continued the old man. âBut thatâs the other idea white people had of us. Moccasin Indians sneaking through the woods and paddling canoes. Buckskin Indians in the forest, while we were the war-paint Indians.
âThatâs what white people thought Indians were like. Then when movies came, and TV, they just kept making us look the same. Sometimes youâd even have some Indian sneaking through woods in his fringy buckskin shirt in one scene â paddling around in a canoe and stuff â then in the next one heâs covered
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