For woo-woo Indians, yes. They're easy to spot. Fat guys with string ties, big silver belt buckles, plaid shirts, and long, greasy, gray ponytails, not to be confused with the long, greasy, gray ponytails on the drug addicts who claim to be Viet Nam vets. They're the ones in fatigue jackets.
I'm not sure what you're supposed to call Indians nowadays. Savages? Redskins? Chief? Anyway, I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to ask about their squaws, but papooses may still be okay. And I don't think you're supposed to call Eskimos, Eskimos. It's really hard to keep up with all the little slivers of the democrat party.
You know, I just can't see Native Americans doing what the maternal ancestress describes; to me, it seems like someone one would do where good agricultural land is scarce, and hence the necessity to plant as much as one can on fertile soil.
There were, at most, 650,000, but more likely circa 350,000, Native Americans occupying what are now the 48 continental United States, at the time of Plymouth Rock in 1620.
That was the whole entire Native American population for circa 2,800,000 square miles.
So it wasn't exactly like a subway in Tokyo; they weren't all jammed tightly together, and there was more than enough land for all.