Originally Posted by
JuniperWoolf
Ouch. That reminds me of something I saw when I was little. The natives in my town tend to live on reserves, and even though most of them have heated houses and electricity (although many don't) they still like to sit out around a fire almost every night. Most of them don't have showers in their houses, there's a bathhouse style place that the community shares, so they don't have time to all pile in there and wash before school so they usually tend to smell strongly like campfire smoke. The white kids who don't know anything about how the natives live and have never been to the reserves are almost afriad to ask about why they all smell like that, but ONCE, oh, this one time...
There was this slicked-up muscular jerk named Maurice in my grade eight class, I've seen him get into physical fights because someone "disrespected" him, that kind of guy. One day, I don't know what the hell set him off, but he walked up to a shy little native named Connie and just went off on her: "Why do you indians always smell like ****? It's exactly like horse **** and smoke, don't you have baths? Why are indians always such poor, drunk, stinking losers?" And he went on, and on. I felt physical pain, this guy was huge and "popular," and little Connie was practically a mute. All she did was put her head down on her desk and stay like that for the rest of the day, none of us said a thing of course. That's one of those childhood memories I'll never forget.