Andy the Indian: A Contact No Contact Story
Our latest contributor, J. Jill Robinson, shares her memory of the first Aboriginal person she met.
"I walked into the worn hotel lobby, where an Indian man—that was the right word back then—was sitting on a wooden bench beside the front desk, also the Greyhound station, looking down at the ragged old carpet. He raised his head, looked up at me with a shy, toothy grin. “Hey, little big fella!” he said, and laughed."
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