Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Does this make Elizabeth Warren a Cheatokee?

We are a group of concerned enrolled Cherokees and descendants from the three federally recognized Cherokee tribes; the Cherokee Nation, the United Keetoowah Band of Cherokee Indians, and the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians; who demand that Elizabeth Warren tell the truth about her "Cherokee" ancestry and identity.



Oh . . . snap!  Looks like some Cherokee are not going to withhold comment on Elizabeth Warren's flap over claiming Indian ancestry and have started a blog - Cherokees Demand Truth From Elizabeth Warren - to get her to back down on her claims.

Though some might argue Ms. Warren is only one individual and therefore her claim cannot possibly cause harm to the Cherokee people, we would remind you that each of the fraudulent Cherokee groups are made up of individuals. Alone, none of these people would be harmful, but together, they are. In 2010, one fraudulent Cherokee group planned a march on Washington DC in an attempt to have the federal recognition of the three legitimate Cherokee tribes removed because those three tribes would not allow fakes to enroll or register with them. Like Warren, these individuals believe that family lore is all that should be required to claim Cherokee ancestry. 1987, a fraudulent Cherokee group in Ohio stood over the graves of the repatriated remains of Indians, while pretending to be Indians themselves. Like Warren and her contributions to the Pow Wow Chow cookbook, those fake Indians bastardized our traditions by doing things that were not representative of true Cherokee culture. From 2002-2005, a fraudulent Cherokee group in Arkansas, along with several school districts, was involved in defrauding the US government out of monies intended for real Indian students. Like Warren in her “checking the box” to further her career, these people did the exact same thing, “checked the box”, in order to try to benefit from it.

You know, she might have gotten away with it if she had not submitted a recipe for crab omelet in the Oklahoma-based Pow Wow Chow cookbook.  I was stationed at Ft. Sill in Oklahoma when I was in the Army.  Those free-range crabs were a bitch when we went out to the field.

You can join this group on Facebook.  No word on whether you need to be Cherokee or just want to stick it to a Harvard elitist poser.  Which is reason enough, in my book.

This one goes out to you, Liz . . .


What?  Why isn't Cher also speaking out?  And aren't totem poles more Northwest Native American?

Disclaimer:  pure Caucasian here, hoss.  Although I do laugh at how many Irish-Americans claim to be descended from Irish royalty.  I once asked my father if we Martins were and said, "Of course, Baby Girl!  We come from kings . . . the king of horse thieves!"  Which is why one of my family jokes is, "What do you say to a Martin wearing a suit?" . . . "Will the defendant please rise?"

h/t Legal Insurrection

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