As I drove into Swan City a barren Indian Reservation, I came to realize how forgotten the Indians are. Indians are forgotten as fast as a car in the Indy races. I notice on the barren hillside stands a long-forgotten brick building that has given way to centuries of neglect. As I look around the building I feel as if I just entered into the movie Children of the Corn. Nothing moving but a cold breeze that passes through my soul leaving a feeling of sorrow. I see again the neglect in this building as I see in the native tribe of Swan City. Fragments of its once stately red brick walls…
