I take it all pretty much as a compliment
I knew when I moved to a county with .02% non white population it was going to be fat toothless hillbilly central. I grew a pretty thick skin as a kid in a very similiar setting. LOL when you are enrolled in a small town school as a American Indian with 26 classmates who all worship John Wayne there is not much choice.
The adults of today are just as bad and I still see them just as much fools as the children of 35 years ago or so. Amazing though after I was adopted I got a brand new Birth Certificate and instantly became white and was treated much different when my Race by some powerful magic changed. (The if you can pass for white be white phase of my life) What can I say I was a scared kid and knew It would be a long long time if ever before I went back home. Now I am moving too fast toward getting old and not much of anything scares me anymore, in particular words from idiots.
I keep hoping someday to return home for more than a week long visit. I find myself bound very much though to this piece of dirt I live on and the life it makes possible for me. So I will be the local Wagon Burner and let the locals believe just enough of the stories about the savege in me is true to keep them at arms length.
At least one person of indiginous descent lives here where human beings once called home...the Miami, the Shawnee, and forgotten ones who lived and honored the land and their relatives right here. I am reminded thatus wagon burners were here on this land long before my white half anscestors came, every time I find a arrow head or a stone tool and wonder about the man or woman that made it used it and lost it so that 200years 1000 years or 40000 years later I could bend to down and remember them and thank that unkown person for leaving something so simple behind, yet something that transfers so much wonder, appreciation, and history.
Yes Wagon Burner is indeed a compliment.