Ouyangdan wrote this amazing post on what it’s like for her to be a white passing native.

She got me thinking (as she often does). I am Cherokee, how much is questionable since my family never did take no long walk to Oklahoma to be put on a reservation. (I’m sorry but even thinking about my family back in North Carolina and Tennessee and I start talking like them). We managed to skip the Trail of Tears because my female ancestors married Europeans. They traded in the power and dignity they had as the matriarchs