I believe that political correctness can be a form of linguistic fascism and it sends shivers down the spine of my generation who went to war against fascism.
Where does discontent start? You are warm enough but you shiver. You are fed yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time the Bastard Time.
The townspeople outside the reservations had a very superior attitude toward Indians which was kind of funny because they weren't very wealthy they were on the fringes of society themselves.