Looking back, I was really naïve; my friends’ families fought tooth and nail to keep practicing their cultures in white America. My friends’ reservation had been set on fire by KKK members at least three times within their lifetime. In the early 20th century, indigenous children had been through state-run conditioning programs that forbade them to know their language and dress in their traditional garb. So, you know, I had to stop using these things as dress-up, because they had more significance than I could ever imagine.
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