The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
"Well, life is a constant struggle between being an individual and being a member of the community."
Can you believe there is a kid who talks like that? Like he's already a college professor impressed with the sound of his own voice?
"Gordy," I said. "I don't understand what you're trying to say to me."
"Well, in the early days of humans, the community was our only protection against predators, and against starvation. We survived because we trusted one another."
"So, back in the day, weird people threatened the strength of the tribe. If you weren't good for making food, shelter or babies, then you were tossed out on your own."
"But we're not primitive like that anymore."
"Oh, yes, we are. Weird people still get banished."
"You mean weird people like me," I said.
"And me," Gordy said.
"All right, then," I said. "So we have a tribe of two." (18.20-18.30)
"And I have to be honest, guys," Coach said. "We can't beat these guys with our talent. We just aren't good enough. But I think we have bigger hearts. And I think we have a secret weapon."
I wondered if Coach had maybe hired some Mafia dude to take out Rowdy.
"We have Arnold Spirit," Coach said. (25.117-25.119)
I realized that, sure, I was a Spokane Indian. I belonged to that tribe. But I also belonged to the tribe of American immigrants. And to the tribe of basketball players. And to the tribe of bookworms.
And to the tribe of cartoonists.
And to the tribe of chronic masturbators.
And the tribe of teenage boys.
And the tribe of small-town kids.
And the tribe of Pacific Northwesterners.
And the tribe of tortilla chips-and-salsa lovers.
And the tribe of poverty.
And the tribe of funeral goers.
And the tribe of beloved sons.
And the tribe of boys who really missed their best friends.
It was a huge realization.
And that's when I knew that I was going to be okay. (29.31-29.43)