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In addition to reporting, The Circle had hired me to teach in their youth journalism program. I met José on the first day of the summer session, at The Circle’s office in south Minneapolis. He was sitting at a desk with two other interns, eyeing me suspiciously from beneath a powder-blue baseball cap. The program director introduced me, running down a list of my accomplishments: several hundred published articles in over two dozen papers and magazines, three nonfiction children’s books, 12 years reporting in Native American communities, and a brief tenure as the editor in chief of Alaska’s second-largest newspaper.

José kicked his Adidas up onto the table and leaned back in his chair. He yanked at a silver pistol that hung from a chain around his neck, and raised his hand as if saluting the Führer.

“Yes?” I nodded.

“Got just one question. Why they had to get some Nazi up in here to mess with our writing? You ever read New Voices? It says right there on the cover, The Voice of Native Youth. By the looks of things, you ain’t knowing a damn thing about Native youth.”