with war paint and wearing some little towel while heâs riding a horse across the prairie and shooting arrows at white men. It was so damn dumb I canât even imagine it.â
âThere!â interjected Grover. The Italian Indians in buckskin pants were racing along on their pintos shooting arrows and brandishing tomahawks.
âAt least theyâre not wearing those damn little towels,â Dan said. âThink about it, Nerburn. You live up in the woods. You should know how it is. Do people from New York and California ever come up there? I bet if they made a movie about where you live, it would just be a joke, too.â
âThey have,â I said. âAnd it was.â
âThen think about us. Weâre Indians. We live out here in buffalo country. All we ever see are little tiny planes going over our heads between New York and California. They donât stop here. Those people donât want to stop here.â
âExcept that New York woman,â Grover said.
Dan nodded and continued. âThatâs the way itâs always been. All the settlers either stayed in the East or they went straight across to California, and most of us Indians ended up in the middle. We were where no one else wanted to be. Thatâs why they let us be here.
âBut all the movies and all the books came from either California or somewhere out East, so they didnât know a damn thing about Indians except what they wanted to know. That woman that came from New York was just another one of them. She was just the new version. Sheâs probably back there right now writing some script where all the Indians talk like wise people. Sheâll find some scriptwriter who has read some Indian speeches and then sheâll have the Indians talk like that. She wonât even know that we speak different when we are giving speeches. She wonât even care.
âAnd you know what? When you get right down to it sheâll have the hero be a white person. The Indian will offer advice to the white person and that will make the white person better, but it will really be a movie about white people and how they become wiser when they add Indian wisdom to their white lives.
âI donât even know what the hell the movie is, but Iâd bet everything that it will be like I say. They all are these days. Wesee them on video. We know what theyâre like. Canât have savages anymore. Now itâs the wise Indian â you know, at one with the earth and all â who makes white people get better by teaching them Indian ways, so they add Indian values to their whiteness.â
âLike that âDances with Wolves,ââ Grover said.
âYeah, exactly,â Dan said. âThat was at least pretty good. They paid some real Indians and the Indians were pretty good. But the white guy got wise. He was the hero.â
Grover had gone to the refrigerator for a carton of milk. âI wonder what that New York womanâs movie will be?â he asked.
ââOld Indian That Cleared His Throat,ââ Dan said.
Grover laughed. âWell, I sure as hell wised her up, I know that. I better start watching for it on TV.â
âThatâs the trouble,â Dan answered. âWhatever the hell she does, itâll be on TV. Kids will see it. White kids, Indian kids. Theyâll all see it and think thatâs what Indians are like. Theyâll see what some woman who almost peed in her pants thinks Indians are like, and theyâll believe it.â
He stuffed the last bite of sandwich in his mouth. The TV was showing a woman spraying a garbage can with some air freshener. He pushed his plate away. âGive me some of that milk,â he said. Grover handed him the carton. He took a gulp directly from the spout.
He handed it across to me. âNo, thanks,â I mumbled.
Grover turned toward me. âYou better not write some book like that,
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