Trump and Elizabeth Warren are at it again. Yes, the whole "Fauxcahontas" brouhaha. Here's my two cents:
See this? Way back in the early 1700s, one of my ancestors (Charles Spurlock) married a Powhatan Indian girl. They had a son named John Whitloe, who had a son named John Jr, who had a son named Matthew, about whom the less said, the better. (He's one of those colorful characters genealogists warn you about.) Matthew's son, William Napoleon Bonaparte Spurlock, was my great-great-great-great-grandfather. Which means that (if my math is correct) I'm 1/512 Powhatan Indian. Woot.
That said, I'm not a "Native American", although one of my ancestors was here to meet the boat. I'm not an "Irish-American", although Johnathan Spurlock was shipped over in the late 1600s to be sold as an indentured servant and the O'Neills fled the potato famine. I'm not "Prussian-American" (the Ditmers), "Franco-American" (De Beauvoir, which morphed into Bieber, then further morphed to Beaver...although having ancestors who guarded Jeanne of Arc is cool), "Anglo-American" (the Prides; I don't think the Brits would rush to claim my family, especially after that whole Cromwell thing.), "Swedish-American" (the Piersons), or even "German-Swiss-Russian-American" (although, if I could have inherited Leonhard Euler's brains, I wouldn't complain.)
All of which means, is that I'm an American. Not a " -American." An American. So is Elizabeth Warren. So is Donald Trump. Americans. Get over it already.
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