The latest installment in an ongoing conversation about the sort of abstract rewards for white people that come from pretending to be American Indian, or a person of any color, for that matter.
The most amazing part of this is the sense of self-martyrdom Seltzer invokes. She was giving "a voice to people who people don't listen to," because gang bangers, drug dealers and Native Americans couldn't possibly write their own books about poverty, or the miscegenation of black and Native culture, or rough urban life. Please see Sherman Alexie, Leslie Marmon Silko, Paula Gunn Allen, Winona LaDuke, Wendy Rose, et al.
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