The elder who was MC-ing was speaking into the microphone in a slow deliberate voice. He sat in the middle of a green grass playing field under a white canopy which shielded him from the hot sun. A war dance was about to start, he said, in a few minutes. A steady drum beat rumbled to life as various middle-aged men in crisp, long-sleeved white shirts began to assemble in the circle formed by the white canopies. The MC said he wanted to thank the organizers: “It takes a lot of effort. It’s a lot of bureaucracy to get permits to use the UCLA grounds to have our annual American Indian Pow Wow.”
I stopped trying to buy some fry bread from the food vendors behind the inner circle. I stopped and listened and shuddered. What was this man saying?
The elder continued: “In these modern times, it’s difficult to raise our kids with an interest in and a respect for the culture, especially in big cities like San Francisco and Los Angeles and Chicago where many of our tribal peoples live.”
Stolen Land aka Private Property,
Fighting Corruption with Nepotism,