I am sitting at the Twin Rocks Cafe surrounded by Indians. The waitresses are all Navajos, and the only other customers in the room are Indians from India. The Indians from India have informed me they are going to see the Indian ruins at Hovenweep. I thought I might start an argument and pose the question to the group, "Which of you are real Indians?". Columbus thought he found the Indians which are now customers of the Indians he did find. I put off starting the fight realizing I was in the minority, and did not want to be the only white man killed in Bluff by all the Indians in the world.
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