As a Native American, I have come to recognize that my identity is one that is perpetually held in some Dances With Wolves scenery by most of the rest of the world. I am always feeling this confused anger about how it is perfectly normal and appropriate for me to wear a pin-striped suit... but when I happen to be wearing something in my hair or when any of my “Indian” things are visible people refer to me as being a “real Indian, too.”  It’s a new century.   No.  It’s a new millennium.  I am real now, not just in the past, wearing the costumes that make you feel like I’m still alive.   Personally, I think the White folks want to keep us there in the images of the past so they feel a little less guilt,  as though they didn’t really commit the genocide after all.