Share this postDouble Visionshermanalexie.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOtherDouble Visiona poemSherman AlexieNov 22, 202248Share this postDouble Visionshermanalexie.substack.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNoteOther34ShareArticle voiceover1×0:00-1:20Audio playback is not supported on your browser. Please upgrade.Photo by v2osk on UnsplashText within this block will maintain its original spacing when published Growing up Indian boy on the rez, we weren't afraid to see the white state troopers when we crossed the reservation border. We were afraid of what they might see when they saw us.
Ouch. I hope that's changed. Great poem. Reaches straight for the heart.
I experienced just a tiny percentage of that fear in my long haired hippy days.
Being a WASP, I never truly feared the police back then.