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Content: And yet, it's more. Today, totally disabled, I live in the Megalopolis of Denver and
        not on the reservation. I walk between the white and red worlds
        as we all do. Being Indian is more! The white culture sees us with a bit of awe, sheathed in leather
        and eagle feathers, as something from the not so recent past. We
        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.