SQUAW: A North American Indian woman, especially a wife.
SQUAW MAN: A white man married to or living with an Indian squaw, especially such a man who has abandond white customs.
SQUAW WINTER: In the North, an early spell of winter weather, often coming before a Indian Summer.

EXCERPT FROM "In Search of April Raintree"

"You goddamned cunt!" he yelled in rage. Then he followed that with a hard punch to my midriff. That knocked the wind out of me and sent me flying back against the left side of the car again. My head hit the window. The leader then grabbed the front of my blouse and ripped it open tearing the buttons off. I tore back into him.

"Why you fucking little savage. You're asking for it."
He gave me a back-hand across the side of my head, which made my ears ring. He resumed trying to take my clothes off and I tried my hardest to stop him. That's when he systematically started hammering into me. I could hear the driver making weak protests.

After his merciless onslaught, I was too weak to try to defend myself anymore. I felt him taking off the rest of my clothes and feebly I tried to put my arms across my breasts to cover myself. He shoved them aside.

"All right, you guys, mission accomplished. Hey, dummy, you gonna drive all night? Park this damn thing someplace. Maybe we'll let you join the party," he laughed as he turned his attention back to me.

"Yeah, you little savages like it rough, eh?"
He undid his zipper and pulled down his jeans. Then he forced me to lay the full length of the car seat. When he prepared to come down on me, I shifted to the side, blocking him with my leg. Without saying a word, he slammed his fist into my ribs, which I already thought had been broken.

Then he said very softly, "You do that again, you slut, and I'm going to lay you wide open. You understand?"

Defeated, I lay there listlessly, my eyes half-closed bucause I didn't want to see his face but at the same time, I didn't trust him to clothes my eyes completely.

Suddenly, he shoved his penis into me so violently that when I felt the pain of his thrust tear into my body, my eyes opened wide with terror. I struggled again to get away from him. Again, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head to the side. "You want me to lay you open?" He could see the terror in my eyes. I think thats what he enjoyed the most.

"What's the matter, she giving you trouble?" the man in the front seat of the driver asked.
"Shut up! I can handle this little whore."

He thrust into me again as if he were stabbing me with a deadly purpose. It was pure agony. Inside my head, I screamed long and loud, trying to block everything out.

"Hey, she likes this, boys. These squaws really dig this kind of action. They play hard to get and all the time they love it. You love this, don't you, you little cocksucker?"

After what seemed an eternity, he withdrew, only to exchange places with the man beside the driver.

I don't think I could have fought anymore, even if my life had depended on it. Besides, I thought, the worst was over. I allowed myself to be handled like a rag-doll. The second rapist made me turn on my stomach but I was beyond caring. He inflicted a whole new pain but of the same intensity. My moans were muffled into the car seat. Every driving moment of his sent new pain searing through my body. And all the while, he giggled wildly.

When he finally withdrew, he said to hte driver, "It's your turn, dummy."

"Naw, I don't think so. I don't feel like it," the driver said and I knew he was scared. And the others knew it, too.

The driver came back, made me turn on my back again and tried. I don't know if he had no intentions of raping me but he pretended to and theen he told them he was finished.
"You sure?" the leader asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, I'm sure," the driver answered.

I lay there, not daring to move, lest it drive them back into more activity. But now that they had finished, what would they do with me? Would they kill me or let me go?

To my great dismay, the leder came back into the back seat and pulled his pants down again. He made me sit on the floor of the car and then he shoved his penis in front of my face and ordered, "Suck on it, cocksucker. And don't get any funny ideas about biting it or you'll be sorry. You'll be real sorry."

I didn't move so he yanked my head and pulled me closer.

"I said suck!"

My whole face was sore and my lips were cut. He pressed his penis against my mouth. Sluggishly, I turned my head away and opened my mouth a bit to avoid the pressure against my lips. Suddenly he moved my head back and brought it to him so fast that I almost choked on his penis which now filled my mouth. I oopened my mouth as wide as I could in an attempt to avoid touching his penis. It touched the back of my mouth and I gagged.

"Suck on it, you little bitch!" he threatened again.

Then he turned to his two companions and said, "Boy, do I ever feel like taking a piss right now."

I heard the driver say, "you wouldn't, would you? Not right in her mouth? Well, for christsake, don't get the car dirty."

I heard them saying this but my sense of reasoning was numbered and by the time the mening of it filtered through to me, it was too late. Just at that moment, the leader tightened his grip on me and started peeing. Right into my mouth. I started wretching violently, and I struggled but couldn't move my head because of the viselike grip he had on me. I felt the urine run down my chin, soiling the rest of me as well as him. Thinking I was going to vomit all over him, he let go of me.

The driver was yelling, "You're getting the car all dirty and she's going to fucking puke all over the place. Get her the fuck out of here."

The leader jumped out of the car and he began putting on what clothing he had taken off. The driver jumped out of the car and reached in the back and dragged me out. Then he grabbed all my clothing and my purse and threw them out after me. I kept wretching, although the intense need to vomit had passed.

When the three of them had straightened their clothing, the man from the front seat beside the driver yelled, "Fucking squaw!" I heard the leader laughing as the car doors slammed. I pretended I was still trying to vomit. When the lights came on, I was able to make out the license number just before the car sped off.

Okay, I give up. I'm not going to try to advocate that we change over 1,000 names of places is the United States names "Squaw" some of which are "historical sites" and protected by state and federal beaurocracies.

But I would like to give those that live in places with the distinguished name of Squaw a few historical insights. There are several interpretations of how the word squaw became incorporated into the English language.

The one I have been told since I was a child is of Algonquian origin. When Europeans first encountered the Native Peoples of the "Dawnland", the Eastern Coast, they were met at the shore by the male warriors. The Europeans wanted to know where the women were and the only means of communication they had was crude hand gestures so the Europeans pointed to their genitals. The Native people thought they were asking the name of the male genitalia and responded squaw which was assumed by the Europeans to mean "female."

Another version that I have heard from childhood was that when European Invaders raped Native women, which was not as uncommon as some would like to believe, the women screamed "squaw" meaning "no penis." Thus squaw became a common term for female genitalia. And a very derogatory, demeaning one particularly for Native Women and the common english translation would be "cunt."

Since historically it is unclear whether it actually did mean penis or vagina I don't wish to be sexist and assume that it is one or the other. So let's try a differnt tactic. I opt

for equal opportunity sexism and racism. Why just disrespect American Indian women by naming places "Squaw." Lets get the male gender and the English equivalent out there in naming these places.

I propose we start with Squaw Valley, CA. How does this sound? "Ski Cunt Valley and explore the Penis Peaks with your children. A family orientated resort." I know that I couldn't possibly be offending anyone since 'Squaw Valley' is acceptable the literal translation of it must be acceptable also.

Then we'll move to the eastern United States. How about changing Squaw Creek in St. Lawrence County, NY to "Twat Creek." That will give the young boys and their fathers a topic to discuss while enjoying a nice leisurely day at a trout stream.

And lets not forget the Squaw Creek National Wildlife Refuge in MO. Don't you think "Cunt Creek National Wildlife Rufuge" in MO would give a whole new meaning to their motto "The show me state"? And then there's Squawberry, TN. A town with a population of 3,550. I think changing their name to Pussyberry or Dickhead might increase tourism and bring increased revenue to a economically repressed area. Perhaps they can build a themed amusement park around their new name, it might even draw some of the good ole boys over from Nashville. Let's not forget Squaw Gulch and Squaw Creek in Alaska. "Cunt Gulch and Pussy Creek?" It could entice a whole new generation of miners to stake out the abandonded gold claims. Heck, that might even cause a traffic jam on Squaw Peak Parkway.

Nancy Andrews, a resident of East Squaw Peak Drive in Tuscon, AZ said that "even if it turned out that ``squaw'' meant what it allegedly means, she would have no problem living on a street that had the word in its name." I can over hear the school yard conversations with youngsters that live here if it was named with the English translation . Where do you live? "I live on East Cunt Peak Drive." Well, why not? "A rose by any other name..." I'm sure Nancy and the other residents would agree.

The possibilities are endless. There are so many derogatory terms for female genitals that we don't need 1,000 places in the US named "Squaw." Just think how much more noticable "Cunt, Twat and Pussy" are. The new names could be an effective tourism tool, it would certainly grab peoples attention. And it is so much easier to understand the real name of these sites when it is in plain English not in the Algonquian language.

It's not fair to just offend, exploit and "honor" American Indian Women. We need to get everyone in on the action, lets hear it for equal opportunity sexism in the ENGLISH language.

CUNT = BAD!!!

SQUAW = BAD!!!

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