These words really spoke to me. Growing up with one Native parent and one Black parent all most people saw on my face was my color. My mother made sure we learned about traditions from our heritage, ate traditional foods, and we went to Native functions. I always knew who my people were even if they didn’t know I was. I can no more separate the Native part of me than I can the Black part. They are equal despite what my BIA card blood quantum states. It really exposed peoples true selves when they would speak ill of Natives because they did not know I am one. Even though I don’t speak my peoples language fluently, I’m not part of a dance group, I didn’t grow up in a village, and I don’t live the subsistence life that doesn’t change the fact that I too am Fully Native too.