Cowboys And Indians
I remember as a child I never really liked watching television. My parents rarely watched it growing up. Only as I got older did they acquire a taste for the “boob tube”. To me most children’s programs and cartoons were “lame“. If I knew what drugs were at the time I would have thought the whole crew on Sesame Street was on them because of their wide eyed, overly expressive faces, exaggerated enunciations of words and mannerisms. The Smurfs were just as torturous with their whinny, high pitched blather and Mr. Rogers was just plain creepy. I was more the outdoors kind of girl. Bike rides, monkey bars, swings, cardboard-box rides down bumpy, rocky, spur ridden hills all fun activities. Of course, my favorite activity was to run through the streets during a rainstorm. We lived in Hawaii at the time, in military housing. All the neighborhood kids would come pouring out of their houses the minute a rainstorm started. Warm rain water falling down on us, steam rising from the ground as the rain hits it and me getting as wet as can be. The best part about it is your parents could not really get mad at you for getting all wet and filthy. I was only five years old when I received my first real lesson (and probabl
in two, does not mean he can pick up a stick scream “I’m Samurai Jack!” and start stabbing every one with it. Not that I promote the watching of such a violent cartoon that ,by the way, is geared towards a very young crowd. Which brings me to my point, what kind of message are we sending our children if we lie about our history and use violence as a way to deal with our problems? One day I was in a mood to watch television. What else would it be but Loony Tunes and Bugs the star. I remember my dad walking in and having a particular interest in what I was watching--It was the old Cowboys and Indians theme. This was a common one for Loony Tunes. The story always goes: The Cowboys are the smart “good guys” and the Indians are portrayed as unintelligent, savage, “bad guys” out to harm the innocent Cowboys. I already knew the ending to this one, the Cowboys always win. Everybody knows that. Even in the children’s game of Cowboys and Indians, nobody wants to be the Indians because they always lose. In the middle of watching this scene play out my father chimes in with “You know, I am an Indian.“ My dad always was and always will be a prankster. As a kid (and even sometimes to this day) I never knew when he was pulling a fast one over on me. I fell for his teasing every time. So, naturally when my dad started in this time about Cowboys and Indians I thought he was joking. “Dad!”, I said laughing and rolling my eyes at him, “Your not an Indian. Don’t be silly.”. My father was famous for never letting on about a joke. He would play it to it’s death if he thought he could get away with it. “Really.” He said, “I am an Indian, and so are you.”. At this point I thought it was going to far so I pointed out to him that
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