Some words from an Indian perspective. |
CERTIFIED I stood in line for hours Finally, at the front A short, overweight white man Food stains on his shirt Dirty fingernails and crooked teeth Cleared his throat and scowled Give me your card he barked What card I asked him? Your enrollment card he barked I don’t have any card Did you lose it he barked? I never had one I said Why don’t you have one he barked? I didn’t know I needed one How am I supposed to know you’re an Indian? Just like I do I said Every morning when I get up I brush my teeth Wash my face There’s that same Indian Staring back at me in the mirror He told me I don’t need any card You gotta have a card he barked Where is your card I asked? What card he barked? Your enrollment card I don’t have a card Did you lose it I asked? I never had one he barked Why don’t you have one I asked? I didn’t know I needed one How am I supposed to know you are a white man? Look at me he barked You can see I’m a white man. I don’t need a card I need a card because I am an Indian? Yes, he barked. Without a card I am not an Indian? Officially no, he barked So, who am I then? If I have no card to prove my Indianness, Can I be a white man like you? No he barked Why not I asked? Because you are an Indian he barked |