Chickasaw, Choctaw, Cherokee, Creek, Seminole...
...both of which "we've been saying wrong".
I've been doing a lot of thinking about Indians lately.
I'm taking History of the West this year.
And apparently three-fourths of the class are suddenly "of Indian blood".
We've covered the Indians of the Northeast and Southeast thus far.
Every class is a sad account of how horribly Native Americans were treated when they "did absolutely nothing wrong!!"
My teacher is quite empassioned about the subject.
I enter sixth hour mildly excited about 50 minutes of stories.
I leave sixth hour feeling mildly depressed and guilty.
Then the librarian went and recommended the book Octavian Nothing.
More about slaves than Indians, but that's not the point.
Then my father had to go and want to watch The Last of the Mohicans.
Even despite my infatuation with Hawkeye/Daniel Day-Lewis...
I didn't do anything!
But I still feel like I'm the one who kicked them all off their land.
I'm sorry anyway.