The opening of Jackson Jackson's narrative reveals much about the world and the protagonist's place in it. Jackson is open about the fact that as a Native American, he has experienced a good deal of silencing from the hands of White America. Part of this is inevitably understood in his own predicament at being homeless. He does not blame White Americans for this reality, but it is clear that his own sense of happiness has been "stolen" from him to a great extent by being homeless. He conveys this through his suggestions that homeless Native Americans are "invisible" to the rest of the world:
Probably none of this interests you. Homeless Indians are everywhere in Seattle. We’re common and boring, and you walk right on by us, with maybe a look of anger or disgust or even sadness at the terrible fate of the noble savage. But we have dreams and families.
To a great extent, Jackson's own invisibility is an example of how "hungry white...
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