Friday, November 14, 2008

Going Native


Ponder this: the correct term to refer to someone of the ancestry formerly known as “American Indian” is, of course, “Native American.” But I’m a native of America, so wouldn’t I be considered a native American? No.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not about to go on some anti-PC tirade. The use of the term “Indian” to refer to anyone born in the United States is offensive, and just plain wrong. An Indian is from India… duh! All I’m saying is that the term “Native American” may be just as bad of a misnomer as “Indian.” A Native American should refer to anyone that was born anywhere in America … not just Oklahoma. (Sorry. That wasn’t very nice).

First let’s take a closer look at why the term “Indian” used for an Indigenous Person of the United States is wrong:


According to what we were told in grade school, Columbus – a white guy – came to what is now America, saw some brownish/reddish people, and just started calling them by the term he used for other brownish people he knew. He also called them that because he was on the opposite side of the globe from where he thought he was … what a dumbass.

So the term is offensive, if not to Indigenous Persons, then at least to Columbus. I’ll bet the ghost of Columbus cringes every time somebody uses the term American Indian. “Jeez! So I was off by a few hundred-thousand miles. I made a mistake! Give me a break and change that already!”

There is a part of me that thinks we should keep the term as a reminder of how stupid white people can be. Like when there’s two black guys at your work and you call one black guy by the other black guy’s name … awkward.

Calling Indigenous People "Indians" is the equivalent of someone from China coming here and calling all white people “Norwegians.” And you would say, “I’m not Norwegian; I’m American!” And they would say, “Shut up, Jorgan! You all look the same to me.”

You see. Not very nice when you think of it like that, is it?

And if you’re of the I-don’t-care-if-it’s-nice-or-not-it’s-always-been-that-way ilk, it still makes more sense in terms of clarity to avoid the usage of “Indian.” The world has changed a lot since Columbus sailed the ocean blue in 1492. America is actually resembling the “melting-pot” that it has been advertised as for so long. So you have a better chance of actually knowing an Indian-American as well as what was formerly known as an American Indian. The use of a word besides Indian can help you avoid this awkward convo:

You: Dude, that chick in accounting is hot!
Dude: Which one?
You: You know, the Indian girl.
Dude: I thought she was in HR?
You: No, man. The other kind of Indian
Dude: How many countries called India can there be?
You: No. I mean feather not dot! I’m talking woo woo!

Then the girl from accounting comes in and hears what you’ve said and she’s pissed, so no date for you. And then she scalps you (sorry that wasn’t very nice … I couldn’t resist.)

Now let’s take a look at why Native American, while less offensive, is just as wrong:

Check out this scenario: Let’s say you’re a person from the United States living in the United Kingdom. You’re watching the tele with your British friends and Madonna comes on in an interview with her quasi-fake-Brit accent:

British Bloke: What kind of accent is that? Where is she from?
You: Actually she’s from the States?
British Bloke: Well she wasn’t born there was she? I mean you don’t talk like that. She has to be from New Zealand or Australia, there’s something else in there right?
You: Nope, she’s just from the States.
British Bloke: You mean she’s a Native American?
You: Well, actually no. That’s what we call Indians.
British Bloke: What? Why would you call people from India that?
You: No, we call the people from the States Indians, you know the first people – teepees, loin cloths, wompum, woo woo!
British Bloke: That’s not very nice, you!

You see where the confusion could come in?

Alternatives to both Native American and American Indian:

In official, work-related writing, I use the term “Native American” whenever it comes up. I do this because I’m a writer by trade, and I adhere to the gospel according to Associated Press Style and Usage Manual. But whenever the occasion comes up in informal speaking I prefer to use the specific tribe. For example: “ I have a friend whose wife is a Cherokee.” See wasn’t that easy? But this usage has its limitations. What if somebody’s dad is Cherokee and their mom is Choctaw? Or if you’re not sure what tribe this person is affiliated with?

You don’t want to go getting people’s tribes wrong. That can be really hurtful. I know. One time in Jamaica, on my honeymoon, a guy heard my accent and said, “you must be from Texas.” So I sued Sandles.

So if there are any Native Americans, or Indigenous Persons, or People Formerly Known as American Indians reading this (assuming you didn’t get pissed about the scalping joke) I implore you to give us a replacement for the term Native American. It can be anything you want. Maybe you could all get together and decide on a term in your native tongue.

For example, if there is a two or three syllable Navajo word that means, “not a stupid, pale-faced asshole” that would be perfect. Or maybe there is a short Chickasaw phrase that means “person whose land was taken by Caucasian jackass.” Or you could be real slick and choose an old Algonquin word that means, “Victim of Manifest Destiny” or an Apache phrase roughly translating to “person who is owned back payment of Eminent Domain compensation plus interest.”

Don’t tell us what it really means either. Tell us it means “Happy Warrior” or some corny bullshit like that. We’ll eat it up. We’ll picture ourselves as the Kevin Costner character from Dances with Wolves and use it every chance we get.

“Well, Suzie Redcorn! That’s an interesting name. Are you a person whose land was taken by a jackass?” And you could just smile to yourself and say, “Yes. Yes I am.”

Monday, November 10, 2008

Razorback Hockey? Are you pucking crazy?


Welcome to my new sports obsession – SEC Hockey.

Back in the 90’s when I was at the good ol’ University of Arkansas, the basketball team made a run for the national championship about every year. The football team … well, not so much. In the late fall you could often hear the expression, “Thank God it’s basketball season.” In a couple of years you might just hear, “Thank God it’s hockey season.”

Don’t count on it. But it is true, the University of Arkansas has a hockey team. Don’t believe me? Go here then come back. See I told you!

I wouldn’t have believed it either if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. But I did see it, dear readers, and I have the T-shirt to prove it. Last Friday, I took the boy to the home opener at the Jones Center where the Razorbacks played – you’re never going to believe this – Mississippi State. And no, the puck was not an empty Skoal can.

At this point it should be stated I know dick all about hockey. But nevertheless, if you deck a team out in cardinal and white and put “Razorbacks” across their chest, I’ll show up and call those Hogs no matter what the sport.

Here's my report – it was awesome. We didn’t stay for the whole game because it was way past the boy’s bedtime. But before we left the Ice Hogs had the game well in hand 6 to 0, which is like 60 to 0 in Football numbers.

Not only was it the home opener, it was the first Razorback Hockey game in the University’s history. That’s why it was so important that I take my son. Even though he’s only 9 months old and will have no recollection of it at all, he can say he was there.

So 25 years from now when he’s playing in the NHL and they ask him, “How does a kid from Arkansas become such a good hockey player?” he can say with pride, “My dad took me to the first Razorback Hockey game in history, and he’s the best dad in the world. Thanks, Dad!. I’ll also add that he has aged incredibly well and is extremely good looking.” Hey, a guy can dream can’t he?

Even if he doesn’t end up playing in the NHL, attending the game was a great time. If you’re a Hog fan looking for a new sports obsession I highly recommend you take in a game at the Jones Center. Tickets are cheap ($5 as compared to $25 basketball tickets and $45 football tickets), and it’s a family-friendly environment. Unfortunately they don’t sell or allow beer there, which is a bummer because watching hockey with a cold beer would have really topped off the awesomeness. But it is the Jones Center and it is a college event, so what are you going to do?

Other SEC rivals on the schedule include Alabama, Vanderbilt and LSU. Bama, Vandy and LSU will be home games at the Jones Center. Our out-of-conference, road schedule includes our age-old archrival. You guessed it, the Evil Orange Empire, the Texass Longwhorns.

I can’t believe this. I’m actually getting fired up about hockey played by teams from Alabama, Louisiana and Texas. I feel like I’ve slipped into some bizzaro world. Somewhere in Ontario there are Canadians that are excited about a college NASCAR team.

UPDATE: Added Nov. 11, 2008

Friday's final score was Hogs 14, Dogs 0. Saturday night they played again – Hogs 21, Dogs 2. Once again proving our dominance over the state of Mississippi ... in hockey.


Photo Courtesy of razorbackhockey.com

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Monday, November 3, 2008

I have a strange feeling something bad might happen.


Some of you may have noticed that I removed my real name from this site and used my well-known cyberspace moniker, Uncle Duke. If you’re wondering why I did this, it’s because I had a dream that Tim McGraw came to my house and whipped my ass Jay and Silent Bob style.

I figured if I was going to make a habit of slamming people on the internet, I should do it in anonymity. Otherwise I could get visits from the football fans of Ole Miss, the fans of the University of Alabama, Lars Ulrich of Metallica as well as Tim McGraw. That’s just the people I’ve slammed in the short time this site has been up. I plan on doing much more slamming in the future.

If that makes me a wuss, so be it. Some people are sensitive and take internet fun way too serious. (example here)

By the way, if you are some big publisher or editor that enjoys my writing so much that you want to hire me to write about such important topics as college sports, comic books, vinyl records, music made before 2000 or how to deep fry a honey bun, please just comment with your information and I’ll contact you.

And I will check your sources. Don’t think I haven’t thought about the possibility of me showing up to meet some publisher or editor, only to have my ass beat by Lars Ulrich and Tim McGraw wearing Ole Miss and Alabama t-shirts.