My father was Cherokee, my mother German/Irish. I have always, since childhood, resented forms which asked me about race because, until very recently, there was no option for mixed race. My father died when I was 3 so I was raised by my mother who, fortunately for me, was proud that my father was Cherokee and passed that pride on to his children. But it has put me in an odd place. Life has been a struggle and I've never had time to investigate my family history or establish evidence. Even if I had it grieves me to say that, however much my heart and sympathies are with the Cherokee, I was raised in ignorance of the Cherokee language,way of life and world view. How could I, with that kind of ignorance, ever truly understand and fit in? In sad truth, US government policies did succeed in driving many Cherokee away from their homes and heritage.
Saturday, February 11, 2012 - 19:03