Mrs. Hammond Quotes in Firekeeper’s Daughter
“Your kiden needed protection from bad dreams?” I raise an eyebrow.
She laughs while zipping her jeans. “Dream catchers are sexy.”
When Lily and I were on Tribal Youth Council, we all played a game called Bigotry Bingo. When we heard a comment that fed into stereotypes, we’d call it out. Dream catchers were the free space. Too easy. There were so many others, though.
You don’t look Native.
Must be nice to get free college.
Can you give me an Indian name for my dog?
Maybe-Megan’s tattoo would have been good for another square: Native Americans as a sexual fetish. The more she talks, the more squares I mark […].
“I’m honoring Indians,” she says in response to my lingering scowl.
“Plus, I’m part Indian, so it’s okay.”
“My great-grandma was an Indian princess.”
Lily, we have a winner!
“Once your mother is feeling better, I hope you’ll rethink staying home. I know Indian kids struggle in college because they’re not prepared academically or socially, but Daunis, you’re not like them.”
Words truly do fail me. All I can do is gape at her in disbelief.
“Well, I don’t mean anything bad about Indians.” Mrs. Hammond looks around anxiously. “You know I’m not prejudiced.”
Hockey brings my community together. Native and non-Native. All ages. All neighborhoods. Here in Chi Mukwa, a community recreation building funded by the Sugar Island Ojibwe Tribe, everyone stands united for our teams. I just hope they remember today was for Robin Bailey.
Mrs. Hammond Quotes in Firekeeper’s Daughter
“Your kiden needed protection from bad dreams?” I raise an eyebrow.
She laughs while zipping her jeans. “Dream catchers are sexy.”
When Lily and I were on Tribal Youth Council, we all played a game called Bigotry Bingo. When we heard a comment that fed into stereotypes, we’d call it out. Dream catchers were the free space. Too easy. There were so many others, though.
You don’t look Native.
Must be nice to get free college.
Can you give me an Indian name for my dog?
Maybe-Megan’s tattoo would have been good for another square: Native Americans as a sexual fetish. The more she talks, the more squares I mark […].
“I’m honoring Indians,” she says in response to my lingering scowl.
“Plus, I’m part Indian, so it’s okay.”
“My great-grandma was an Indian princess.”
Lily, we have a winner!
“Once your mother is feeling better, I hope you’ll rethink staying home. I know Indian kids struggle in college because they’re not prepared academically or socially, but Daunis, you’re not like them.”
Words truly do fail me. All I can do is gape at her in disbelief.
“Well, I don’t mean anything bad about Indians.” Mrs. Hammond looks around anxiously. “You know I’m not prejudiced.”
Hockey brings my community together. Native and non-Native. All ages. All neighborhoods. Here in Chi Mukwa, a community recreation building funded by the Sugar Island Ojibwe Tribe, everyone stands united for our teams. I just hope they remember today was for Robin Bailey.