I tell you that the pursuit of one's past is maddening. Oh, and here are a few more apostrophes: ''''''. Use liberally.
I'm trying in particular to find my native american roots, in hopes of getting money for college.
I found one. She appears on the Dawes Roll, which certifies her as being 100% native american at the time. The problem? She wasn't. She may have been 1/16th. Maybe.
I'll continue scratching my head until I pass out from exhaustion.
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I understand that the Federal government doesn't establish descent... it leaves it up to the tribes to determine who is native and who isn't. Some are pretty tough to get into, and others are fairly lax.
Usually it comes down to percentage of blood, and proof. The Dawes Roll is considered proof by many tribes, so you're right on that front. It probably doesn't matter, but I want to be honest about this... not just take advantage of the system, but legitimately take advantage of it.
I'm one of the most European descent looking folk walking, with just a hint of a Cherokee nose. Personally the field is probably working in my favor, but I'm dirt poor, so any angle is worth looking at.
My ancestor married into a family that wasn't intensely poor (farmers that sold the land to work on the railroad, got hit by a train and... oh, wait... can't say as we've been particularly prosperous... oh, well). And mostly the field has been okay. My mother's side, where all this comes from, seems to get by fine. My father's side, where I've yet to prove anything, is a zany, laugh-a-minute rollercoaster of well-off and so poor the mice donate food to you.
Your point is taken, good sir. Thank you.
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