By Ricey Wild
News From Indian Country
I remember seeing the movie Billy Jack for the first time. It was in a small, crusty theatre in a racist town at the apex of three large reservations, in 1970-something. Billy Jack was no happy-ending Disney movie; all of which I was used to and adored.
Prior to this aha! moment was my hopelessly naive and myopic life view. (Someday my Prince will come...) So-here’s Billy Jack saving the day by riding in on a motorcycle and an eagle feather and then kicking some pinkish butt! Hai Ya!
News From Indian Country
I remember seeing the movie Billy Jack for the first time. It was in a small, crusty theatre in a racist town at the apex of three large reservations, in 1970-something. Billy Jack was no happy-ending Disney movie; all of which I was used to and adored.
Prior to this aha! moment was my hopelessly naive and myopic life view. (Someday my Prince will come...) So-here’s Billy Jack saving the day by riding in on a motorcycle and an eagle feather and then kicking some pinkish butt! Hai Ya!