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        see ourselves in limbo not knowing where to stand: by the graves of our ancestors or wearing suit and tie in some
        corporate meeting. And, if at the meeting, are we red, or are we white? To me being Native American is more than feathers, reservations,
        buffalo skulls, bear claws, belief in the spirit world of the
        sky walkers, red or white, being raised by grandmothers, clans,
        old beliefs and pow wows. I am a living being raised from the red clay
        of     Mother Earth. "Her spirit is in my
                breast. Her breath, in my lungs." My heart beats as her heart beats to the ceremonial drum. As a
        people we are more complicated than whites. Our heritage made us
        that way.