I wonder why they say I am more indigenous, native, ndn, than you are or ever hope or could be?
Well, let me tell what I believe to be what it takes to be an ndn. Indigenous, or native.
If you don’t like fry bread and beans well ma’am or sir you just ain’t indigenous, native or even ndn.
If you think Bolognie is a cheap form of Indian Round steak, then you ain’t native.
If you think commodity is the name brand for cheese then you ain’t ndn, indigenous, or even native.
If you think the Watusi is a stomp dance favorite then you ain’t indigenous.
If you don’t have a couple of junk cars in your yard then you ain’t ndn.
If you think Gravy Babies is the brand name of baby food then you surely ain’t native.
If you think someone misspoke when they said “wild onions” and you thought they meant “wild indians” then you ain’t ndn.
If you think Crawdads are a group of ndn fathers or a rock and roll band then you ain’t native.
If you think beads, a braided ponytail, and moccasins and speaking like Tonto makes you indigenous, oh heck no, you just ain’t Ndn!
If you think a “raised hand” and saying “How” is speaking Indian then buddy you just ain’t ndn.
If it takes an act of congress and a DNA test to prove you are Indian then sorry but you just ain’t NDN.
If you weren’t born into an NDN family the you ain’t NDN.
Finally! If, you don’t love this country then, well you just ain’t NDN and maybe sir or ma’am you’re probably not even an Uhh-Merican!