One of my Notre Dame Law School classmates is a fine gentleman who is a member of the Sioux Indian Nation and is something like 15/16s Sioux. He once informed me that the extreme ends of his alimentary canal are French, but everything else is Sioux. He is quite fond of politically incorrect humor and once asked, “What do you call a white man surrounded by fifty Indians?”
The answer: A bartender.
The flip side of that joke: “What do you call an Indian surrounded by fifty white guys?”
A casino operator.