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I Am Native American (cherokee)

I am only a 1/4 Cherokee though. Growing up though I didn't even know until I was an older teenager. It is on my dads side of the family and he never talked about it. I made the comment once that when I tanned in the summer that I looked a little "native" and my grandmother said to me that is because your grandfather was Indian, it's in our family.
I said this to my dad a couple days later and he got very upset and told me my grandmother was a fruitcake. Yet it got me researching the history and taking a closer look at the photos and time and again I could see it, especially in my grandfather. I pointed this out to my dad and he just shook his head.
To this day that side of the family doesn't talk about it. I on my own studied the history of the Cherokee and I am not embarrassed or ashamed to talk about it. I may only have a small amount in it, but that's okay. I think it just adds another interesting element to who I am. :)
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Heartlander · 80-89, M
Your dad probably grew up in the 50's and 60's when western or cowboy-indian movies were popular and where "the only good indians were dead indians". As a kid, I imagine his choices were to either pretend that he wasn't or get teased and/or beaten up by other kids.

Native Americans were depicted as savages, or alcoholics, or go-fers with funny hats. Tonto was maybe the lone exception, but much of that was because he was the fateful servant of the Lone Ranger. Also, he was tall, spoke clearly, was brave, and didn't drink or hang round with bad company. Had Tonto been short and overweight, or had he occasionally overindulged in wine or women, it's unlikely that he would have been cast as the exception :)

Per tales from the old timers, there was a bit of an ethnic purge in the US in the late teens and early 20's. Until then, there were still French, Spanish, German and everything-else speaking communities and neighborhoods in the US. And suddenly there was like a big move to English only where English was force-fed to the kids and there was a sense of shame levied on those stuck in non-English speaking cultures. The western movies of the 30's, 40's and 50's probably fed off the white-English speaking. In reality much of the old wild west was actually Spanish speaking and blended assorted creole heritage.

The only thing we can now do about deceased parents is to understand and be compassionate about what they had to endure, and try to make for a more considerate and compassionate America as we move forward. Be proud of his having survived whatever horrors he experienced. You are the living proof of his triumph over the adversities.
ravenwind43 · 51-55, F
Good insight as always and I think you are on the right track. He was who he was in all his flaws as we are all and (my grandmother was a nut lol) but still right on her point. :)
Heartlander · 80-89, M
Haaa ... the flaw thing :) Yea .... I'm reminded of a horrible employee at an office supply store where I once did business. Dealing with her was like pulling teeth. They were providing specialty copy services for us and every time we had a project she acted like our business was a pain in the ass.

One day I went there with a copy-job and she wasn't there. The owner himself was working the desk. Wow. What a great opportunity to complain about his horrible clerk that was trying to drive his business away.

As I started to mention her name the owner broke into tears and told me that she had died just the day before. A long bout with cancer and she had worked until the day she died. She was his most loyal and devoted employee, and a wonderful person even when in excruciating pain.

Thank God I had not gotten beyond her name and that I hadn't gotten to the complaint part. Suddenly it was easy to agree with him about how she was such a wonderful person. I was just about to become a horrible, obnoxious jerk and was miraculously saved by my guardian angel.
ravenwind43 · 51-55, F
Wow what a story, and it really does make you think, and wonder how much our perceptions really color a situation.