Catherine C. Robbins\u27s highly personal tour of contemporary Indian Country begins with a moving description of 2,000 sets of human remains being returned from Harvard University to the people of the Pecos Pueblo and their kin at Jemez in 1999. The book then degenerates into a long rant of pet peeves that annoy its author.
Robbins\u27s portrait of Indian casinos is not flattering (their glitziness spoils reservation vistas, she says). She doesn\u27t think Indians dignify themselves by lecturing whites about sovereignty. In Robbins\u27s view, Indians practicing their hunting and fishing rights under treaties bring an unwelcome din to the streams and woods. Put all of this together, and, according to Robbins, we have a new stereotype: the Casino Indian, wily, rich, fat, corrupt, ready to ruin neighborhoods. They, writes the author, have morphed from downtrodden, peaceful Indians to sovereignty- spouting bad neighbors. No Indian tribe or nation\u27s members should brag about sovereignty, writes Robbins, unless they are prepared to offer a full range of governmental services, including senior care
