Today after meeting, we were all standing around and talking like we usually do. One of the other mothers of young children stopped by where I was chatting, and let me know what the kids were up to outside. She looked a little bemused, and not entirely comfortable:
"They're all out there playing Indian Wars. I wonder if I ought to break it up."
I made some vaguely sympathetic comments, and she continued, with a little smile:
"The Indians are the good guys. And two of the girls are out there playing negotiator. They told me, 'We're not on either side. We're negotiating a treaty.'"
We decided to let them keep playing. Bless 'em all, and bury my heart at Wounded Knee.