"That's the guy who reads all the orders as they come through and interprets them and hands them out. Your great grandparents were Indians, weren't they?"
Rydra shrugged. "Quipucamayocuna is Mayan. Same difference. They gave orders by tying knots in rope, we use punch cards. Scoot, and just keep us flying."
Seminole, Maya, Inca..."same difference" because all Indians are alike?
Also note the presumption that because Ratt is 1/8 Seminole (assuming his great-grandparents are pure Seminole), he should feel honored to be quipucamayoc(una). Why, because his small amount of Seminole blood controls his identity? Ridiculous.
This whole bit is vaguely racist. It would be like going to Johnny Depp (1/8 Eastern Cherokee) and saying, "I'll make you a Lakota peace-pipe carrier or a Tlingit totem-pole carver." His response would be something like, "What the hell are you talking about? I'm an actor, not a buckskinned Indian brave."
Obviously, I finally got around to reading this "classic." Wow, is it overrated! It had some interesting ideas, but I wasn't crazy about Delaney's characters, plot, or writing style. Rob's rating: a meager 5.0 of 10.
For more on the subject, see The Best Indian Books.