Before the day was over, police would be called and classes would be cancelled. The Indian kids would be bused home to their reservations with a police escort, and friendships would be forever changed at this academy tucked in the middle of a small central Maine town. You could see fear. They thought they were accepted here. Now, they didn't know who their friends were.
Indian kids grow up hearing stories about hate.
They hear them from their parents and grandparents. Kyla Moore, in her sister Leah's dorm room at Lee Academy, found her white friends avoiding her after a fight between a white and an Indian student. They learn that 30 years ago, in towns like Princeton, Indians couldn't get the local barber to cut their hair. They hear their elders talk about struggling to find jobs in Eastport or Calais. No Indians need apply.