Ah, racism raises its ugly head. But that’s what Kjars lives for, right?

He’s seriously got a lot of problems. We got a swastika-painter up here; has defaced a former bank building (Bank of America… might be tempted, myself…) and the kids’ memorial rock at the entrance to Sekiu.  All the white locals are really mad about the immigrants — you know, those part Indians coming up from Mexico.  This bunch pretty much cleaned out their own Injuns in their own towns (well, except Clallam Bay, where everybody’s intermarried). As the Elwah say about the smallpox massacres and the subsequent eviction, “We were supposed to be dead.”

But WHAT is about the Lummi jokes?  All the Indians tell them.  They are the Polish Jokes of the Salish/Nootka. What did the LUMMI do?  Or refuse to do? Or did they just whomp the Makahs’ butts at bone-gaming and go home with all the winnings one year?