i tuned in to nightwolf this evening, and he was talking about the intersections of black folks and native americans in the context of the cherokee freedmen struggle.
i am grateful to him for his truth-telling, including his willingness to acknowledge the pre-colombian contact afrikans had with native americans.
i grew up knowing i had native american ancestry. later, i was able (pushed, really) to connect with it spiritually.
however, i do not know which tribe intersected my family. considering my maternal great-grandmother's ancestry, it was probably the rappahannock.
i also grew up with the implication that even if we could find out about that side of the family, it didn't really matter. they probably wouldn't want to acknowledge us anyway.
the same story over and over again.
interesting how everyone's trying to one-up themselves on the ladder of white supremacy or fight for the scraps from massa's table, forgetting that we all came from africa.
black folks, no matter where we are found, are the most concrete evidence of that.
(i am africa man, original)
it's hurtful that some indians would shun us, considering our shared struggles and history. when we knew who the enemy truly was, we helped each other.
it can be difficult to see how eager folks are to distance themselves from us.
we're not indian enough
we're not spanish enough
we're not white enough
and, now, we're not even african enough.
broken too easily...
the list goes on.
but, in the end?
we survived the whitefolks the best way(s) we knew how. just like you.
we lost many in the struggle. just like you.
and we're still losing them. just like you.
it just so happens that it was that much harder for us to blend in or pass or be accepted as civilized.
for the strength of our genes, we've paid some heavy costs.
regardless, i'm going to hold my head up high, 'cause we don't need any more hate, inferiority complexes, or half assed, fetishistic love.
up, you mighty race...