I had a book when I was a child that was an old edition of Longfellow’s Hiawatha. It was bound in brownish cloth and featured a color plate of a naked indigenous boy on the cover. I loved the picture of the child, his black silky hair, his bronzed skin. Now I know that the Brahmin poet Longfellow appropriated the Onondaga legend of Hiawatha, white-washe…
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