My mother’s family is from Oakley, Tennessee, a tiny bend in the road that once had my great-grandparents’ farm and a two-room schoolhouse, and now has our family cemetery. My mother told me I had a distant ancester who was a Cherokee chief’s daughter. My recollection is that EVERYONE’s Cherokee relative was a chief or his daughter. I thought I could see the Native heritage in my great-grandfather’s family photo, which showed 13 children with very dark hair, very dark eyes and high cheekbones, and in my mother’s hair, which was black with blue highlights. I also remember hearing that “Everyone in Oklahoma is part Cherokee.” So Donald Trump’s “Pocohontas” criticism fell on deaf ears with me. A lot of people of my generation (born in 1955, right in the middle of the Baby Boom) heard that story, and we all believed it…at least for a time.