Where was the outrage? Where was the anger? Why weren't they demanding to be given back at least some of the land that was systematically stolen from them over a period of hundreds of years? I guess the few remaining Native Americans have adopted the same apathy that most Americans have become comfortable with. Let's not ask uncomfortable questions. We are at war, so we should support our government no matter what they do. Your phone is bugged for your own security. I want to see some braves on the warpath, not a cheerful parade to honor a 500 million dollar museum that was paid for in a large part by casino profits. Thousands of Native Americans are literally drunk in ditches, while their tribes donate hundreds of millions of dollars to have a building for Middle America to walk through while visiting our nation's capital. Maybe the children will have the sense to ask the questions. "Daddy, if this is was their land, why did they give it all to us?" Most likely they will run through the halls pretending to be cowboys while shooting their fingers at exhibits. Adding insult to injury: As I stood in the crowd that lined the procession across the mall, event staff walked along the edge of the crowd pleading for us to back up about 10 feet. We were standing in the way of some of the tribes that were marching. The crowd for the most part completely ignored the requests. After stealing and cheating these people out of an entire continent, we can't even give them ten feet for a parade. While this may be normal 'crowd behavior', I would think that most of the people in attendance were there out of curiosity, respect, and a desire to learn - the type of people who would get the fuck out of the way and let the procession through. Included in those ignoring the request to back up was the woman who had been standing there the whole time yelling as the different tribes passed by, "YAY, Nez Pierce! " or, "YAY, Navajo!" She seemed so happy for these people, but in her typical white mentality was still not going to give up her little speck of land that she had claimed for herself. Why not just build a little square fence around herself and defend her land with shotguns, rifles, and smallpox infected blankets? Her shouts elicited waves and laughter from the kind and gentle Natives. These were the gentle Natives that Americans like to see. In the tradition of Pocahontas, squaws and braves, chiefs and princesses marching for our amusement; making us feel good about ourselves. "Oh, look! That one is banging on a drum and chanting. He's probably saying how much he loves this country." As I turned to return to work, I smiled knowing that my 'silent but deadly' would soon bring the outrage that this 'celebration' deserved.