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Yup... racial injustice. I don't know that I would want to be the one to bear these stories if I had a choice. See, something happened to my Mom, which I'm beginning to see why she seemed to marry men of mixed blood, starting with my Dad and later. Dad recalled a story that happened when I was a baby. We visited my Grandmother (her mother from the Payzant line), and Granny picked on Mom about my Dad, and when she got racist about him, Mom said, "That's it. THAT IS IT!" She packed up the suitcases and said, "Let's go..." We flew back, and just a month or two later, we went back for Grandmother's funeral. Mom never saw her again alive. Not a good place to end on. And I wonder how Granny viewed me on my mixed blood. Maybe I'd rather not find out?
It's hard... Because I'm never fully one or the other. I'm not totally white. And I'm not totally Indian, either. Same story for being deaf. I'm not Deaf, but I'm not hearing, either. And there's also another way in which I'm not fully one or the other, but I'm not going into it here. The point is, I'm not fully accepted by any of the dominant groups. Sure, I can go to the mixed club, but I feel so lost! I feel like I don't have any solid footing here. And this is where I begin to wonder - is there really any solid footing, based upon DIVISIONS of people into neat little boxes? A woman mentions that "all human culture... is a big game of make believe." ALL OF IT. Does this mean that I am free in the "mixed club?" That the lack of solid footing means exactly that; freedom! That I'm free to simply be???
that's why... bottom line..... does it matter?
if you felt compelled to identify yourself as "white" or "Indian"... it's probably because you're dealing with racist people - both overt and insiduous.