Phoenix32890 wrote:Turner_727- I really appreciate your honesty. I don't think that the majority of minorities would be as open as you have been. Thank you!
You're welcome.
While I have embraced my Indian heritage more in the past twelve years or so, I was basically raised 'white'. Now, that's what I call it. My mom's half portugese, half mutt, and my dad is about three-fourths Tlingit, and I think an eighth Irish and an eighth Russian. I don't recall how much it is on his side, but that's sounds right.
But I grew up just like most kids do. Lived in a court (what we called a cul-de-sac). Played CYO basketball. Went to Catholic school. Public High school. Worked at the movie theater and bowling alley. Vacationed in Oregon at my grandparents house, and the odd weekend in Reno. It was a typical, suburban youth. And I'm raising my kids the same way.
So one might say I think white. One might say that I'm more white than indian. In fact, both statements are accurate. However, I look indian, and have a lot of physical indian characteristics. So while I acknowledge my Portugese heritage, and while I take as much pride in my other heritage as I do my Indian, it's what I choose to be.
I really see the difference in how I was raised and how others are when I go to pow-wows or the time I spent at the Indian college in Lawrence, KS. But I also find that I'm not quite as white as I used to be. I'm not what one would consider active in tribal activities, but I'm also not in a position to do so. Both my father and my sister are, and one day I hope to be in a position to do so to.
But what does this have to do with racism? Not much. Just shining a bit of light upon my persona. That being said. . .
COTL - It's not a matter of trying to. It's a matter of being able to at the drop of the hat. It's extremely easy to get away with. All I need to do is rant on and on about Mr. White Man (I can't call him whitey - that was my grandfather's name. (Long story. No, he wasn't indian)) and when someone says something start ranting about hundreds of years of persecution at the hands of the white man. About being locked up away from your historical lands and being refined to little better than animals. Usually this allows me to rant on and on. On the rare occasions I've had confrontations with black (or african-american, if you will) people, a simple "You think you got it bad, try being indian" was enough to quiet him a bit. Of course, this was in response to weeks and weeks of listening to him go on about slavery and general minority oppresion. That was a special case.
But the fact of the matter is I generally don't do this. Why? It's just not me. Oh, sure, there are times when I go off on just about anyone about anything. While there is the odd time it can be racist, it's directed at one person, not a race. Does that make it right? No, it doesn't. Does it make it any less racist? Certainly not. But it's also not something I do on a daily basis.