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They called me an Indian pig. Oh, and they called me a prairie n*****. Pretty colorful, enit?””I suppose.””That one pissed me off, though. I ain’t no prairie Indian. I’m from a salmon tribe, man. If they were going to insult me, they should’ve called me salmon n*****.””I’m surprised you can laugh about this.””It’s what Indians do.””Weren’t you afraid?””Yeah, I was afraid, but I’m afraid most of the time, you know? How would you feel if a white guy like you got dropped into the middle of a black neighborhood, like Compton, California, on a Saturday night?””I’d be very afraid.””And that’s exactly how I feel living in Seattle. Hell, I feel that way living in the United States. Indians are outnumbered, Officer. Those three guys scared me bad, but I’ve been scared for a long time.
