They would have been sad...the movies, that is.

The Native Americans were probably the most qualified to make a great and accurate movie about Native American life. If the Native Americans were making the movies, though, then they would actually be receiving more help for the dominant problems that they face that never seem to be in the movies. Those movies would have been sad, and the subsequent "Awww, poor Indian man" that would have been groaned all across the country from movies like this being shown would be enough to get the attentions of people that could help. For that matter, why doesn't Oprah or somebody similar do something to help the Native American population when half the stuff that they waste their money on doesn't even matter to anybody but themselves? They could make a real difference if they cared; however, I believe that is the problem. Even after Native Americans started making movies that were revealing and powerful, nobody actually did much of anything.to help the Native Americans. I didn't even know that it was a stereotype to say that Native Americans were heavy drinkers until I took this class.

Alexi's "Pheonix, Arizona"

Alexi's story about life in Arizona is cold and gritty. A cruel and real tale of life at it's bleakest, but there is one point that I want to focus on. The jack rabbit killed itself to get away from Phoenix, Arizona. Desolation and death were constant in this story, but of all things, this rabbit, being the "only living thing left in Arizona, had to die. Why did Alexi describe the jackrabbit as being the only living thing left in Arizona when there are a ton of people living there? It is most likely because all of the people are dead on the inside and are just waiting to die on the outside, too. That is definitely a strong feeling that I get when reading this.

The Cowboy

When I read the end of this story where the cowboy actually got blamed for what happened, I was a little surprised. I may not like the cowboy, but that is out of personal preference. The typical cowboy is supposed to be the hero, and you either have to be thankful/supporting of him a the end of the day, or you most likely got shot during the story. I wonder...Why was there a transition to the rejection of the cowboy in literature when the cowboy used to be the picture perfect American male with the perfect life? I think I would like to write about that in my next essay. It is a relatively simple question with a far more complicated answer that would have to be developed in an essay.