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**Day 9 on the Unit Calendar **
 "Just remember this", my father said. "Those white people aren't better than you." But he was so wrong. And he knew he was wrong. He was the loser Indian father of a loser Indian son living in a world built for winners. (page 55)

Reardan was the opposite of the rez. It was the opposite of my family. It was the opposite of me. I didn't deserve to be there. I knew it; all of those kids knew it. Indians don't deserve shit. (page 56).

"The people at home" I said. "A lot of them call me an apple." "They call me an apple because they think I'm red on the outside and white on the inside." (read the rest of page 131-132)

In one of his plays, Medea says, "What greater grief than the loss of one's native land?" I read that and thought, well, of course, man. We Indians have LOST EVERYTHING. We lost our native land, we lost our languages, we lost our songs and dances. We lost each other. We only know how to lose and be lost. (page 173)

It's a weird thing. Reservations were meant to be prisons, you know? Indians were supposed to move onto reservations and die. We were supposed to disappear. But somehow or another, Indians have forgotten the reservations were meant to be __death camps__. (page 216) 