All it takes is a DNA test. We went through the process of getting documentation to prove my Cherokee heritage prior to me going to college, but it was very difficult because my grandmother had changed her name to hide who she was. Such was the pressure not to be native in her personal experience. She then married an English man as about as white as could be. But one look at my grandmother and you wouldn’t deny it.
She was half Cherokee and from what I gather, did not have an easy time in her early life. Born well after the Trail of Tears, 1899, she somehow came to be in Missouri. I don’t know very much about her; the few stories I do remember of her early life were filled with violence, suffering and hardship, so no one blamed her for trying to make a different life for herself. She was our family’s hero for her efforts. One thing I do know is that she was Cherokee. And had the temper to go with it.
I am the last that can legally claim anything close to being part Cherokee which is, I believe, an eighth, but I never did use it for college or anything else. I have no connection to the confederate south or its ideologies. So, pretty much, I think your article is complete trash. Sometimes what seems to be a trope are actually truths. And who are you to make such a grand generalization. It borders on the ridiculous that you think you can dismiss people’s ideas of their heritage like it’s just something they chose to put on that day for what, street cred? These have family stories connected them and influenced the very essence of how they think of themselves. So this article is about as shallow as it gets.