Was reading that the Mississippi Band of Choctaws, almost 10,000 strong and living on 35,000 acres around Philadelphia, are having an election to select a chief. Phillip Martin, current chief, is trailing in the vote tally to Beasley Denton. Sounds to me like a couple of good ole boys in the runoff for supervisor in District 5 or any county in Mississippi.
But Whoa! Wait a minute. When I was a kid and played cowboys and Indians, and a couple of us wanted to be the Indians, we didn't say, "Hey, you be Phillip, and I'll be Beasley." Whatever happened to names like Running Bear, Crippled Horse, Soaring Eagle and the like? The Lone Ranger's sidekick wasn't named Homer.
I'll bet they don't go around half naked, galloping spotted ponies and riding round and round the settlers' circled wagons anymore either. What is this country coming to?
But you know after having been persecuted, conned out of their land and certainly sometimes killed, the Choctaws and their Indian kin have found a way to exact revenge on the White Man -- CASINOS.
They are laughing all of the way to the bank and deservedly so. Who would have ever thought that one could go to Philadelphia, Mississippi, stay in a first-class hotel, eat in a four-star restaurant, play golf on championship courses and after your stay head home with maybe enough money for gas?
This time the Indians win -- puts a new perspective on the White Man's greed and lack of respect for his red brothers.
Next time I play cowboys and Indians, I am going to be Phillip or Beasley -- whichever one wins.
Sometimes this blog makes a little social comment, but bear with me and agree if you choose.
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