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b573610	After Hatuey, a fifteenth-century Indian insurrectionist, had been fixed to the stake, his Spanish captors extended him the choice of converting to Christianity and ascending to Heaven of going unrepentantly to Hell. Gathering that his executioners expected to go to heaven, Hatuey chose the other	expected hatuey heaven hell indian	Kathy Acker
9b5b359	[Chief White Halfoat:] Racial prejudice is a terrible thing, Yossarian. It really is. It's a terrible thing to treat a decent, loyal Indian like a nigger, kike, wop, or spic.	indian racism	Joseph Heller
fd282cf	"The Indian danced on alone. The crowd clapped up the beat. The Indian danced with a chair. The crowd went crazy. The band faded. The crowd cheered. The Indian held up his hands for silence as if to make a speech. Looking at the band and then the crowd, the Indian said, "Well, what're you waiting for? Let's DANCE." --	dancing indian waiting	Robert Fulghum
b2d8c0d	They say every dog has its day, Ganapathi, but for this terrier twilight came before tea-time.	humor indian mahabharata	Shashi Tharoor
1ddc560	I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.	divakaruni fiction houston immigrant-fiction indian indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel	Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
f887b8f	Bent double, groaning with the weight, an old lame Indian was carrying on his back, by means of a strap looped over his forehead, another poor Indian, yet older and more decrepit than himself. He carried the older man and his crutches, trembling in every limb under this weight of the past, he carried both their burdens.	indian méxico	Malcolm Lowry
444796a	She lifts her eyes, and there is Death in the corner, but not like a king with his iron crown, as the epics claimed. Why, it is a giant brush loaded with white paint. It descends upon her with gentle suddenness, obliterating the shape of the world.	immigrant-fiction india indian indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel	Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
acf02dc	"Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again. "I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you." I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other."	divakaruni fiction immigrant-experience immigrant-fiction indian indian-authors love-mothers-and-daughters mothers-and-daughters novel women-s-fiction	Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

b573610

After Hatuey, a fifteenth-century Indian insurrectionist, had been fixed to the stake, his Spanish captors extended him the choice of converting to Christianity and ascending to Heaven of going unrepentantly to Hell. Gathering that his executioners expected to go to heaven, Hatuey chose the other

expected hatuey heaven hell indian

Kathy Acker

9b5b359

[Chief White Halfoat:] Racial prejudice is a terrible thing, Yossarian. It really is. It's a terrible thing to treat a decent, loyal Indian like a nigger, kike, wop, or spic.

indian racism

Joseph Heller

fd282cf

"The Indian danced on alone. The crowd clapped up the beat. The Indian danced with a chair. The crowd went crazy. The band faded. The crowd cheered. The Indian held up his hands for silence as if to make a speech. Looking at the band and then the crowd, the Indian said, "Well, what're you waiting for? Let's DANCE." --

dancing indian waiting

Robert Fulghum

b2d8c0d

They say every dog has its day, Ganapathi, but for this terrier twilight came before tea-time.

humor indian mahabharata

Shashi Tharoor

1ddc560

I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.

divakaruni fiction houston immigrant-fiction indian indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

f887b8f

Bent double, groaning with the weight, an old lame Indian was carrying on his back, by means of a strap looped over his forehead, another poor Indian, yet older and more decrepit than himself. He carried the older man and his crutches, trembling in every limb under this weight of the past, he carried both their burdens.

indian méxico

Malcolm Lowry

444796a

She lifts her eyes, and there is Death in the corner, but not like a king with his iron crown, as the epics claimed. Why, it is a giant brush loaded with white paint. It descends upon her with gentle suddenness, obliterating the shape of the world.

immigrant-fiction india indian indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

acf02dc

"Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again. "I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you." I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other."

divakaruni fiction immigrant-experience immigrant-fiction indian indian-authors love-mothers-and-daughters mothers-and-daughters novel women-s-fiction

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni