Living in Delhi or Mumbai you may be puzzled by the title but the Indian I refer to is what we now call Native Americans.
When I was 4-6 years-old Native Americans didn’t exist, well they did but they were Indians and they fought cowboys. I spent many happy hours riding my Palomino (mum’s old bike) around the plains (abandoned aerodrome) slaughtering said Indians Native Americans in defense of the fort (dads farm) or ranch (dads farm) My best friend was Johnny (imaginary) and my true love June (also imaginary) always at my side. Life was good. Until:
To quote Meatloaf, ‘Though it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night,‘ you awake for no reason you can explain. The bedroom door is ajar. And, illuminated solely by the moon’s glare, like Judy Garland in the spotlight, is the airing cupboard door! For the uninitiated: An airing cupboard is where a hot water tank was situated, before the days of combi-boilers. It was Mum’s domain with clothes folded in an impeccable fashion and no male was allowed in there. So where else would a revenge seeking Red Indian Native American hide? I stared at that cupboard night after night. I was terrified because I knew he had a Tomahawk and was waiting to jump out to slaughter me. He never did (in case you’re wondering) But I guess it taught me that every action has a reaction, in a strange way 😘😘
Here’s a big American secret. We still say Indian.
If we’re talking of someone who is from India, we may further illuminate by saying “Dot Indian,” or “You know, India Indian.”
😁 Loved the story and tongue in cheek telling.
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Thanks Angel, #Indian? Oh well so much for political correctness 😘
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Lovely memory, made me laugh!
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So glad Pete and thank you
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Being in the UK means I can sit on the fence on this one.
So you ‘monster under the bed’ was actually an Indian in an airing cupboard? 😂
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Haha, yeah we didn’t really have monsters in the 50’s well not us little kids anyway, grownups had Boris Karloff of course 😀
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That was cute. Any time I am involved in a conversation regarding Indians, I always clarify with “Are we talking Geronimo or Ghandi?” 😄
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😂That’s crazy 😀
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cute childhood story – and this comes from an Indigenous North American who is also a blend of Indigenous European … we fought aliens in Cape Breton lol
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So glad you liked it then, must have been quite a battle 😂
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We did love the red indian games outside when we where kids and now it’s a boring cell phone.. 😉
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Haha, yes they are missing so much 😘
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The word Indian persists here too (Canada) despite its being inaccurate. First Nation or Aboriginal is preferred.
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Like that; Aboriginal has a mystery about it 😘
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True, actions have consequences. Hiding in a cupboard,
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😂
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Interesting story. My sister once climbed into our airing cupboard when she was about eight. It took a while to trace the muffled shouts. They can be scary places.
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😂😂
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Hahah loved your thought how Indian and Native American. Got me hooked from the start.
Well I can clearly say that this comment is all the way from India. Yeah cliche. We live in a small world
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Thank you so much, and yes it’s such a small world today 😀
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Haha I agree. Good day
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Memory🙂🙂
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