One day my friend Sam and I went to the city to see a movie. We lived in the suburbs of Anchorage, and we were driving in. While going to the city we got pulled over by the police for no apparent reason. I asked, "What's wrong, officer? I'm pretty sure I wasn't going over the speed limit."

"No, we think this car was stolen, a similar car was stolen from Eagle River yesterday. Can I see your license and registration please?" the office asked.

After I gave him the papers, he made us walk the lines and did a breathalizer test on us, then they sent us on our way. I said to Sam, "Them white cops sure are messed up." "Yeh," he agreed, "we need to have more Native cops around here."

Then we took off for the movie. Along the way we stopped at a service station to get some supplies and the clerks were constantly eyeballing us. After we got our stuff they even searched us. That really pissed me off!

When we reached our destination we met up with some friends and told them of our troubles. They all told similar stories, but for some of them their experiences were much worse. After we finished the movie we went to a club to hang out and have some fun. But when we got there some white boys were wating outside the building and they barred us from going in the door. "Hey what's up with you guys?" we asked. "Last time we came here they let us in."

"You guys don't get it, do you. We don't like you guys and we say you guys can't come in because you guys are nothing but dirty stinking Natives that hang around niggers!"

After they said that we grabbed their leader and threw him on the ground. That seemed to persuade them to let us in. We hung around the place for an hour until we saw the same guys at the door with more of their friends. We figured that they were after us so we took off. They took off after us and followed us down the road and onto the highway. Then I gunned the throttle and sped off. Suddenly they started to shoot at us with a 410. When we were 20 miles out of Eagle River a highway patrolman pulled all of us over. He took their gun away and asked what they were doing with it. We told them that they were shooting at us with it.

Now those guys are serving time in a juvenile center. As for us, we still go to the city.

By Garrett Evan