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The crowd reacted whenever he read out a particularly indian-sounding name, shouting out jibes and taunts"

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“When I went out for my next shift, the crowd was on me right away. Hey it’s Chief chicken! Injuns are s’posed to wear war paint, not makes up! Hit’em with your purse, Indian Horse!”

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"Random games of Broom - a - Buck, the redneck game of leaning out the window of car or truck to swat Indians on sidewalk or roads" (99).

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"The crowd reacted whenever he read out a particularly indian-sounding name, shouting out jibes and taunts"(124).

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"One reporter described how I looked flying across the opposition blue line with the puck and my stick: I was as bright-eyed as a painted warrior bearing down on a wagon train" (163).

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"We don't eat with Indian" (133).

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'"They hate us because we won?" I asked finally.
"They hate us because we're skins."' (136).

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"I'm the Indian. That's all they see" (166).

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"Well, the thing is, you gotta earn the right to eat here" (133).

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"But there were moments when you'd catch another boy's eye and know that you were both thinking about it. Everything was contained in that glance. All the hurt. All the shame. All the rage. The white people thought it was their game. They thought it was their world" (136).

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"Soon, players on other teams were following suit. I was taunted endlessly. They called me Indian Whores, Horse Piss, Stolen Pony" (164).

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"'Hey, it's chief chicken!'
''Injuns are s'posed to wear war paint, not make-up!''
''Hit 'em with your purse Indian horse!"' (141)

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“They only ever saw brown faces where white ones should have been. We were an unwelcome entity in their midst. And when we won it only made things worse” (132)

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"'They pushed me all around that circle, punching and kicking and when I fell to the ground, dizzy, one of them stood over me and pissed on me. It was the same for all of us... They hate us because we're skins'" (136).

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"There was always the ritual of shovelling the snow and clearing the ice, that solitary work of shovelling to open the doors to a magical kingdom"

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"It was a place of ... random games of Broom-a-Buck, the redneck game of leaning out the window of a car or truck to swat Indians on the sidewalk of the road. Fifty points for a head shot. Twenty for any other part of the body" (99).