Apparently my mother's people had Cherokee blood also so I must be more than one fourth and somehow, some way, I will find out.

I have lost both parents. There is not much information as Daddy was born in 1916 and Mama in 1921. You can imagine the records from those times.


Both of my sons are card-carrying Indians. As well as from their maternal side, they have Indian on their father's side (Georgia) and got on the records when they were in school with the help of a teacher and I guess their father's records. I was out of the loop on that one. They are members of the Echota Tribe of Alabama.



I have always known there was a difference in me, the way I love animals, the way they love me; the way I could have almost killed over someone lying and taking 18 feet of my land, legally. (Sound familiar?) Knowing things, innately. Being able to see from the beginning to the end, the result.

Not until a few years ago did I have a clue as to my magnificent background. I have always hated western movies, you know - cowboys and Indians. I rooted for the Indian even as a small child. Recently I have been doing a lot of reading about my heritage. I also have Irish blood from Mama's side. If you wish to exchange links or add a link, please write me.

I am so interested in my roots, that I am willing to pay for a legitimate genealogist. I have some records which I do not want to post here. I will only accept mail as described: You may e-mail me if you are interested.

I have no Cherokee name. I have no clan. All I really know about the Cherokee way is what I read and how I feel inside. Read my poem Dream Catcher.

Everyone in this country seems to know about the black man's struggle, I think its time that everyone learns about what the white man did to the aborigine of this country.

We were not brought over from another continent sold by our own brothers into slavery, we were lied to, cheated, tortured, killed by disease and hatred and this land that is called The United States of America was once owned by the Apache, Cherokee, Creek, Navajo and the Sue, to name a few.

Jew's talk about their holocaust, that started in another country as did the slave trade. I am not saying it was not a terrible thing, it was. But even they forget that Hitler first started his 'experiments' on what he considered the weakest and most useless citizen, the mentally ill. It wasn't just Jew's.


As for slavery, living in the South I have lived through desegration, I have seen with my own eyes the hate on both sides and I despise that. It is strange to me that I never saw it until after desegration. My Mama and Daddy worked side by side in the fields with the negro. They share cropped and were poor.

For all of the struggle seems everyone wants to segregate themselves by hyphenating their name, no one wants to be just an American anymore. So my hyphenated brothers and sisters, I join you...I am Native American with no hyphen. My friend Jim Windwalker calls us First American's. I think that fits even better.

What about the Native American? How convenient to let the United States go unscathed - no war crimes, no trials for the white man. It angers me to think of all I have learned about my brother and sister. I forgive but I will not forget. I will never say I am white again because the Cherokee blood in me is my spirit.

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