Big deal. I supposedly have Black Foot and Cherokee in my bloodline.
Sadly, I don’t look one bit “High Cheek Bone Native American”. I got purdy blue eyes, Whitey Skin Covering, Hairy Legs(Sasquatch secretly envies me) and I guess I’m off the reservation because, as I’ve told my Mom, all my life “Who wants to self identify with the losing side?”
I knew Wilma Mankiller of the Cherokee tribe, George of the Pawnee tribe(forgot his last name but that was interesting how met) and Martha Moore Barker of Quapaw descent and worked for/with me. Martha Introduced me to The Osage Nation and The Ponca Nation.
Through their good referrals I was introduced to the rest of The Five Civilized Tribes.
I still don’t feel anymore Native American than before I met them nor do I feel the need to claim some faux heritage for the experience.
Why in the heck do people feel the need to put an asterisk to their name and really, really believe it garners them favors as being part of some down trodden group?
I am an American of the United States of America. I don’t need some cuddly, feel good, cheap azz, pejorative which is distinctly insignificant if at all to make me fool good or fool people into thinking I have some “really kewel history” behind me.
I tell yuh, it’s stoopit.
I also hear tell I have German, Irish, Scottish and English bloodline. To me I’m just an amalgam of the winning tribes of Celtic and Germanic “Native Europeans” and well, I guess we won.
But really, I’m just a red blooded, USMALE, stamped right here in the Best Country in the world.
Genuine American Made.
That ain’t geographic...it’s an ideal of the highest exceptionalism in the history of man and nations.
Well said!