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I know who I am

I read with interest the article about insurance by Gabriel S. Galanda and James L. Robenalt. As a common lay person, I couldn’t agree with them more, due to my own personal problem with an insurance company from an injury in July 2008.

The accident happened at a casino hotel at a family reunion in South Dakota. It was reported to the man behind the desk and to the manager. Since I live in Nebraska, I am unable to get an attorney here. The ones that I talked to in South Dakota may have conflicts of interest (or something).

After 11 months, I have not had any calls or letters in reply to my complaints.

The insurance company is in Illinois and the agent that I have been calling has no idea of our location or of our culture. I have obtained a list of information for her, and one time she told me that I should be getting paid for doing her job.

The tribal office at Pine Ridge has its second president, and the casino has its third manager in a year. Several relatives have given me good advice on who to call next. Pine Ridge is more than 400 miles from where I live.

I am in my late 70s, and am an enrolled member of the Oglala Sioux Tribe. I am an urban Indian now, and I am treated like a “rich” white woman by some, while some of the whites treat me like a “poor Indian.” Who am I? I am a child of God, I know that he loves us all.

Good luck, and I hope some smart educated people are listening to your good advice.

– (Yvonne) Jean Powers

Lincoln, Neb.