Hard not to laugh

[Dreadbelly]

Red Indian? Bah. I am olive skinned.

Red Indian or Redskin aint to bad. I can deal with those just fine. Ignore the words and go about my business.

As a kid though, I got teased a lot... And was called a "Prairie N****r" almost on a daily basis. I can't deal with that. Somebody gonna have a real bad day they say that to my face now. I once stuffed somebody into a mailbox for saying that. You know those big blue mail boxes out on the street corners? I made somebody fit. You could see his scrawny little legs sticking up out the top.

I assure you... I am a very friendly cheerful person... I am one of the nicest people you ever will meet, I promise. Nothing remotely scary about me. I can't help I had a terrible name and turned out short to boot growing up. It was almost as bad as being named "Sue" having the name that I do. I am a victim of circumstance I tell you. I am not a violent person, I always try to avoid a fight. Most of the time. When I can. So long as somebody is not just begging for it.

As a kid, I was the bully that beat up other bullies. Bullies can't steal somebody's lunch money when they have broken pinkies. And bullies can't scare people when somebody holds them down and writes funny things on their faces with a permanant marker or shaves off their eyebrows.

When I was younger I was known simply as "The Ogre."

[awoodfellow]

hmm ,,, interesting thoughts about Indians & Kilts.

my wife is part Cherokee. at least two of her g-great grandmothers were full blood Cherokee. probably from the Eastern Band of the Cherokee. we're currently searching the Rolls for their names, however that is a tough job.

very cool indeed.

ambrose

[Will]

Being called Gimli is quite the compliment since the Dwarves resemble the scots quite a bit.

The timing of this post is just too strange. Just a few days ago, I was saying that I was built like a dwarf. Being 5' 7" and ~ 210 lbs (sorry don't know what that is in stones ), I am low to the ground and sturdy.

[Will]

On a brighter note, I spent the afternoon at the Salt Water Pow Wow, a gathering of the southeastern tribes.

I attend local Pow Wows here in Maine. I have always felt welcome and join in some of the dances. Next summer, I will go kilted.

People at work don't understand why I go to Pow Wows or Ren Faires. For me, it's a way of getting in touch with parts of me that seem to get trampled in everyday life.

[JackK]

I heard a little girl in the grocery store the other day with the 'mommy that man is wearing a dress". Mother reply was "he must be in a band". If I hadn't been in an extreme hurry I would have stopped and discussed kilts with them, but just thought to myself - 'yup, a band of the kilted.

Jack

[Graham]

Gone for four days, and look what you lads are up to!!

can't leave you for 5 minutes!

[Will]

Gone for four days, and look what you lads are up to!!

can't leave you for 5 minutes!

Welcome Back, Graham! Hope you had a good journey.

[Mychael Sporrano]

I rarely get any comments anymore. I guess everyone is pretty used to me now.

The other day I had a clerk at the local grocery store comment that "they" weren't used to seeing me without a kilt. Sure enough, I looked down and saw that I was wearing jeans because of some work that I had been doing that made wearing a kilt impractical. I joked that I wasn't aware that I was disappointing folks and would be sure to keep that in mind for future visits.

So, Bubba, shake things up a little. Consider wearing some pants around town and see what folks say!

Mychael

[Mychael Sporrano]

Hello Ham, When in the company of Romans, do as the Romans do. I can't speak for the rest of the states but here in the coastal plains area of North Carolina, they prefer to be called Indians or better yet, by the name of their tribe.

When referring to those who are descended from peoples native to North America, when I do not know the tribe I default to the term "Native American" with the intention of distinguishing then from people who hail from India.

I have the tiniest smidgeon of Native American blood in me, no more than 1/16th. This entitles me to nothing, but still it pleases me in an odd way. The author Sherman Alexi has termed folks like me as "thimble indians" in reference to the thimble full of Native American blood that we have surging through our bodies. He means it with derision, but I find it pretty funny!

Mychael