[fish hawk]

I am a Yurok Indian from the mouth of the Klamath river in N. California. One day many years ago my uncle went down to our family burial grounds where all my ancestors are buried and there was a man in there with a shovel and screen box. My uncle asked him what he was doing in there and he said, "its okay, I am an anthropologist from the university." My uncle told him he would be a crippled one if he didnt get his ass out of there right now.
You know the old addage about the Reservation: for each Indian there are 2 anthropoligist and 4 Government Indian Agents.

[NativeSon]

I am a Yurok Indian from the mouth of the Klamath river in N. California.

I am born of the Dine' (I'm skipping the Clans here). Your uncle recognized a grave robber when he saw one.

You know the old addage about the Reservation: for each Indian there are 2 anthropoligist and 4 Government Indian Agents.

That's too funny, you only hear this from Indians. Thinking about this a little more makes me wonder if its not the difference in how we (as peoples) perceive time and our relationship to the world (not in a corny hippie way)?