It’s called ‘Goblin Mode’ and we’re very proud of going ‘full Goblin’.
Who in their right mind takes a couple hours to get dinner?!?
Do you live in the deepest wilderness and have to hunt and catch dinner?
Do you live in Alaska??
No, worse, I live in the wilds of the BIBLE BELT.
aggressive, yet ominous banjo in the background
And also I had to leave work, and go to the store, and then come home and cook it.
I know I don’t owe anyone my family history but I had a similar experience, my greatgrandmother on my dad’s side is Blackfoot. I was told at a very early age I was blackfoot. My dad, who lived between Alberta and British Columbia (Calgary and Vancouver) married my mom, who is French Canadian, my dad moved across the country to live here in Ontario with my mom. My mom’s father was a proud Irishman. I was raised in Algonquin territory, culturally I was raised in a mixed ethnicity home. I took Irish step dancing, went to powwow’s, I never lost my dad’s indigenous culture.
It’s wrong of them on so many levels to judge people without really knowing them based on superficial shared details in a forum. Maybe in the past I didn’t want to share personal aspects of my identity to strangers. My story was always mine to tell.
That is so much scarier than Alaska. Even scarier than Australia.
My deepest condolences go out to you.
You are so strong and you will make it through this!!!
Yes, alas.
I would say pray for me, but I am sure enough people here do already.
aggressive country fiddle
We could have a good ol Jamboree.
Now we are having a party
I Googled Syrian music because I do not know any Syrian music but I wished to join the party so I found Syrian music!!
Syrian music!!
EDIT: No, I cannot dance. Yes, I am trying. This reminds me of being very, very young.
Beautiful! I love it.
Yeah, I saw someone reply to that twitter comment saying “that sounds like my grandma was a Cherokee princess” and that’s exactly why I didn’t want to share my indigenous ethnicity, I’m not tribe, I don’t have a tribal card, neither does my dad or my grandmother. In Canada because of the genocidal Indigenous Act, you can only have tribal status if you 1. Live on a reservation 2. Marry a fellow indigenous person. My great grandmother lost her tribal status by marrying a white man, they lived off reservation but right next to it. It was a systematic way to destroy Canadian indigenous people by assimilating them into white colonialism.
I think US political climate has amplified American ignorance because that ‘Cherokee Princess’ slur is a colonalist trope that was revived by the right in criticism of Elizabeth Warren but it was always an colonial right wing syerotype of native people, it’s origin is actually in fetishizing indigenous women as ‘exotic.’
Anyways, that’s my personal gripe with that term. I hate it, I wish it was stricken from the cultural vernacular.
My great-grandmother was still very much an active part of her tribe, even after losing her tribal status. She was friends with chief and council and would sit with them during the Calgary Stampede she was an indigenous activist until her death in 2001 and i am proud to be named after her.
On a side note, the person who is criticising us, as he’s mentioned multiple times, is indigenous by his great-grandfather on his father’s side too. People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
In a perfect world, no one would.
That said, I am not going to lower myself to his level by criticising his ethnic background or throw insults in his direction. Let him rant on Twitter. None of his tweets have had any impact on me, and anyone willing to believe the stuff he posts without looking for deeper context isn’t worth my time or attention.
Well said.
I have native American ancestry but it was a great grandparent I never knew and I have no connection to that culture. While it is there I am always hesitant to really delve into it because it feels like I am trying to steal something precious from others for whom that is their lived experience.
That is entirely fair.
I mean, hell, as I said above, I didn’t start saying that I was indigenous until earlier this year. I was told for years, that I was indigenous and that I had the right to claim that status, but I never felt comfortable doing so until I could see the proof. I didn’t want to be part of the ‘check-a-box mob’ that identifies as aboriginal just so they can get benefits.
Hell, despite knowing that I am now indigenous and I can claim those benefits without shame, I still haven’t, because other people are more deserving of those resources than I am.
Honestly, I deal with enough flak from the presumption I have the intellect of a radish from people because I have an east Tennessee Appalachian accent without adding in “Cherokee princess” (… prince? whatever.) into the pot.
That’s valid.