ABSTRACT
I have been called a troublemaker and rumoured to be the mastermind behind an Indian group seeking reburial. I have been totally ignored when my experience and assistance might have been useful. I nearly lost the editorship of Plains Anthropologist because of my views. I have been called an ‘Indian lover,’ a puppet, a sellout, a radical, and a malcontent. Of all the labels, the only one I will accept is that of ‘radical’, and that, not really because I want to. I have had a hard time accepting the role of a radical, because it is not really in my nature. But, I have been made radical by my own, by archaeological colleagues and their actions.
