I hear ya. I’m part Cree, but the only part of me that “looks Indian” is my naturally black hair. Maybe my very straight nose too. The rest of me is deathly pale and I have green eyes. I’m usually met with disbelief when I reveal to anyone that I have Native ancestry.
Last year I was selling some of my crafts at a pow-wow, and a couple older Native ladies browsing at the craft tables came up and asked a few questions about my stuff, then asked about my background. When I told them they actually laughed and then walked away. I was totally humiliated and angry.
Take heart, Windwalker, because you’re a smarter, kinder, and all-around better person than those assholes will ever be.
I didn’t know the Beaver’s mom was a nun. And the BeeGee’s were effectively Australian by way of Isle of Man, which makes them sort of British-once-removed.
“Every group deserves to have a little corner of the world they can call home, where they can let their hair down and be completely comfortable with other people of their own kind, without having some outsider come in, who obviosuly doesn’t understand what it’s like to be a white male in today’s world. And then you had the gall to be offended by the people who call this bar home defending their last bastion of comfort in the world. You asshole.”
Man, stay on this board long enough and you can argue anything.
I’m only like 1/256th Algonquin, but people tend to think I’m Native American. Actually I’m half Filipino and half Irish-German-Czech-Portuguese-Miscellaneous. I certainly don’t look Filipino, at any rate.
I wonder… could it have been Black Diamond? I haven’t really stopped there before, just drove through many times on the way to Flaming Geyser, but it’s near Auburn, and from the looks of it, it seems like a one-horse town… maybe?
Sorry, I meant 75 min from U. District in typical late afternoon traffic (since that seems to be where I go in the city most and my habitual frame of reference). And it wasn’t really in Auburn town proper, but in farm country probably approaching or passing the eastern limits; I didn’t see any signs, but it could have been Enumclaw or Black Diamond or another one a’ dem lil’ towns. But yea, not exactly in the middle of the Congo.
To be fair, you could certainly call me a total pussy. I did used to respond to aggression and insults with petty retribution in kind (for example, I was a classic passive-aggressive driver), but I’ve chilled out since then.
Even further off-topic, I was heartily disappointed to go to the Museum of the Cherokee and see that I didn’t look a thing like the people I’m a 16th of; I guess the English, Irish, Dutch and Russian have all triumphed the Native genetic code… I don’t look like anything.
Can I ask why the term ‘Chinaman’ is particularly derogative when on its face it is simply stating that a person appears to be from China? Is it the historical racism behind it?