TULALIP RESERVATION — One night at the Tulalip Indian School, someone woke Rose Fryberg and eight other children, handing them brown sacks to pack their things and ushering them out of the dormitory.
“No, I didn’t know where I was going, I really didn’t,” said the elder, fondly known around Tulalip as Grandma Rose, in an interview with historians 60 years later.
After a long train ride, they stopped at a platform deep in a desert, she recalled. There was no breeze in the basin of
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