Whenever someone makes a joke about Renee Zellweger having “squinty eyes” or “puckerface” I want to hit them. She’s Saami, we may be white but we have Asiatic features too. I hate that making fun of someone’s appearance, even if they are indigenous, is considered OK if they have pale skin.
I am black and native. My grandfather moved off of the reservation young & never went back. He didn’t speak the language to my mother or never talked about his culture. My grandmother did not enroll or enroll any of her children. I am the only one interested in restoring our native culture. I love being black, don’t get me wrong. However, I am native too. I just want to embrace me without someone giving me shit for doing so. It’s like being black and native is frowned upon. I’m torn in between saying forget it & blend with the blacks and saying to hell what people say/think & embrace MY culture.
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I strongly dislike Sherman Alexie. And I don’t feel any less native for it. I never understood this trend on tumblr to choose him as my favorite author, because he’s native, to feel included.
I hate that I’m white passing and somehow get stereotyped more than my boyfriend who is obviously Inuit.
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I grew up in Seminole County of Oklahoma, where the towns are in Seminole/Creek language. I grew up in a home where english is the second language. Our house faces East to greet the morning sun. Its also a government built home so where I’m from, you been in one’s skin’s house, you been in them all. Its on a dirt road, in a town called Sasakwa, which means “Wild Goose”. This is my mother’s side. I am a descendant of Billy Bowlegs. 16/32 of Seminole blood.
I am in the process of learning of my Southern Cheyenne part. I’m open to discussion.
I know we are born into life to be who we are by chance, but still…I love being native. If I wasn’t native, I’d be a wannabee.