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Last September 16th, I Was Walking In Downtown Seattle When This Pick-up Truck Pulls Up In Front Of Me. Guy Leans Out The Window And Yells, "go Back To Your Own Country," And I Was Laughing So Hard Because It Wasn't So Much A Hate Crime As A Crime Of Irony.

Sixty Percent Of All Indians Live In Urban Areas, But Nobody's Writing About Them. They're Really An Underrepresented Population, And The Ironic Thing Is Very, Very Few Of Those We Call Native American Writers Actually Grew Up On Reservations, And Yet Most Of Their Work Is About Reservations.

The Cello Looks Like A Woman To Me. And, You Know, The Curves. And So I Am In A Way, And It's Funny To Admit This, I Am Sexually Attracted To The Cello, The Curves Really Get Me. So As I Watched Him Play, You Know, Yo Yo Ma Is Sort Of Making Love To A Beautiful Woman.

I Refuse To Censor Myself And Kids Will Find Their Own Way To My Books And To All Of The Books That Matter To Them. As I Write More Honestly More Kids Will Make Their Way Toward Me. And In Subverting Their Repressive Parents Kids Will Learn The Value Of Subverting The Repressive Nature Of All Authority Figures.

When You Resort To Violence To Prove A Point, You’ve Just Experienced A Profound Failure Of Imagination.