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  • Just the other day a young man was asked if he was connected to his “people.”

    A long time ago, when he was 6 years old,
    the young man attended a pow pow and was pushed
    into the dirt because he was white.
    White boys weren’t allowed to dance, he was told.

    Then, at the age of 11, the young man
    participated in a middle school track meet
    where he was pushed to the ground for another reason.
    Injuns can’t compete with Texans, he was told.
    And so the 11-year-old Little White-Injun Boy spoke up –
    He spoke with a fist. And the Texan boy listened.

    But to this day, at the age of 22, he fights
    not with his fists, but, with a dance –
    A dance between two worlds,
    one light and one dark,
    half American Indian and half White.
    And when asked, are you connected to your “people?”

    He will answer, no.
    He isn’t connected to ANY “people,” or ANY “creed” or ANY “race.”

    He is connected to the ground and to the earth –
    He is connected to the sound of sand trickling across desert dirt.
    He is connected to the fire of the sun, and to the weight of the rain,
    and to the arms of the moon, and to the gravity of birth.
    He’s connected to the electrical spirit of the land – the spirit that gave him life, the spirit that fueled his soul, and the spirit that asked for nothing in return.
    And forever beyond flesh, he is connected to the laws of nature
    – the physics of sound – infinitely bound to the farthest planets of the universe
    secured evermore by the tiniest blades of grass in the ground.



    ILLUSTRATION and POEM
    by
    THAYNE YAZZIE
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