I'm fairly mixed—I'm Native American (Choctaw/Chickasaw/Cherokee/Patawomeck), Iraqi, and Scandinavian on my father's side and South Asian and German on my mother's side.
(My maternal family deny any South Asian heritage and I even got disowned for discovering that part of our lineage. They're white supremacists.)
When I was little, my brother and I went to classes to help us relearn our indigenous languages. We were some of the first kids offered those classes after Bill Clinton passed some act in 1993 that would help revitalize indigenous languages (can't remember the name of it, sorry).
After my mother and father got divorced and my mother (illegally) decided she deserved full custody and skipped state with us, our languages were banned. If we said a single word that wasn't in English, we wouldn't be allowed to eat.
In the beginning, I refused to unlearn my language and took to stealing food from school or even Albertson's in order to survive.
My maternal family hailed my mother as a "loving" parent and sooo patient to put up with "heathen" children.
(My paternal family had no idea we were even still alive, so we had no safe place to run to)
After awhile, she tried to convince us we weren't NDN at all and that dad had lied about it in an attempt to seduce her??? And her mistake with that was that everyone knew that we actually were because we didn't "look quite white" and I got asked a lot if Mom bleached my skin to make me look white and to tell her "it wasn't working."
There's a lot more I could go into with this, but long story short, I know that feel fam.
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