Honkey

When I was in sixth grade and Nina was in fourth, we lived on an Indian reservation in Idaho. There was a boy named Gordon who liked her. As is the case with many immature boys, he would call her names to let her know he had a crush on her. Gordon was half Native American Indian.

He was loud and proud, always running his mouth about “Honky White People.” Considering that we lived on an Indian reservation, I could understand his complaint but considering that he was half honky himself, it was more amusing than insulting.

Eventually he realized that his insults were ineffective in winning the heart of the girl he adored and moved on to greener pastures.