“What those bourgeois puppets braying for my blood forget is that it is people like us and our supporters— those who stand in ethnic and epistemological opposition to the Land Owning class that ‘founded’ this country on rationalist arrogance and an ‘Enlightenment’ presumptuousness that left no space for the artful grace of magical thinking, thanks to a world view that privileged process over result, —against whom our detractors define themselves

“You know, what the lily-white Establishment forgets, while it’s trying to pillory me with ‘questions’ about my Native American ancestry, is that I have other claims on systemic oppression.  Namely, that I am part Black.  And my ties to the ‘hood frightens the fascist bourgeois witch hunters even moreso than does my red man’s blood.  Because as a Black, I am Revolution writ large.  I am America’s history of oppression. 

“In the white man’s latest attempt to carry out the purge of outspoken Native American critics of western cultural hegemony from university campuses, the so-called U of Colorado ‘Regents’—neocolonialist, fascist protectors of white privilege, the lot of them—are trying to shorten the appeals process for dismissal of tenured professors to 100 days, all so they can avoid paying me with the blood money they’ve collected on the backs of the

“So another ‘council’ of pale faces has decided to play scalp the Indian and recommend my termination, so what?  What did you expect?  The basic situation here is that there was a call by high officials in the state, notably the governor but hardly restricted to the governor, for my termination clear back last February.  Still, this entire investigation into my academic work has been both illegitimate and illegal—just another

“So the ‘council’ has spoken, and I’m to be bounced from my truthiness podium for what these Eurocentric pricks are calling ‘deliberate’ acts of academic misconduct.  How ironic, huh?  For years we’ve been arguing that ‘race’ is a social construct, but then when somebody like me puts those theories to the real world test, the university freakin’ caves, man.  Like the cowardly white racist bigots that they’ve always secretly been.”*

“I don’t know, Billy.  I think you’re taking an awful big chance coming out of retirement like this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not you—you’re still the man.  It’s the medium, brother.  Film.  Today’s anti-authoritarian social texts, such as they are, take the form of video games and graphic novels.  Movies these days are all about packaging and commodification. The only artistic thing about them is the marketing.”*

“Did you catch the latest bit of revisionist nonsense being trumpeted by the white Establishment press?  The Keetoowah Cherokees—my Keetoowah Cherokees—released a statement yesterday suggesting all my past, present and future claims to Keetoowah ancestry are deemed fraudulent and ‘should be respected by all media, government and private institutions to be so.’ Can you believe that shit?  Sneaky Keetoowah motherfuckers probably traded my reputation for a casino deal and some

“…So then I said to them that unless all of the so-called white professors at the university are willing to demonstrate the pureness of their racial lineages, there’s no way I should be forced to verify mine. In fact, the whole process is racist on its face, I told them—the white hegemon’s bold attack on those who profess a racial identity outside the establishment fold.”* “Not bad, not bad.  Of

“This so-called ‘investigation’ into my heritage and scholarship is nothing but a transparent broadside against my character—payback by the white academic establishment for my having spent years stripping the hides off America’s convenient narratives to lay bare the stark colonialist skeletons underneath.  I am who my grandmother said I was, and no sham committee’s ‘findings’ can change that.”* “I hear you, brother.  When I was a kid, my grandmother told

“This Schiavo dame is really cutting into my media coverage, Billy.  And it’s beginning to piss me off.  In fact, I’m thinking that if this isn’t settled one way or the other by Wednesday, I may just have to fly down to Florida and stick that tube back down her throat myself.”* “Well, you are nothing if not a healer, Ward…”