From Karen, The Lonely Conservative:
I’ve been so busy this week I haven’t had time to join in the fun with regard to Elizabeth Warren’s Cherokee heritage. She said she only listed herself as Native American in the Harvard Law directory so she could make friends and get invited to luncheons. Last night Dennis Miller called her “Spreading Bull” and Michelle Malkin has dubbed her “Pinocchio-Hontas.”
While the Democrat’s team scrounged for evidence over the weekend, Warren stalled for time by asserting that she didn’t need to provide documentation because family “lore” backed her up. Someone told her a story, you see, and magically conferred native status upon her. Through narrative, all things are possible!
On Tuesday, Warren finally discovered a great-great-great-grandmother supposedly “certified as Cherokee” and a random cousin somehow involved with a museum that preserves Native American art. There’s also a great-great-grandfather somewhere in Warren’s dusty genealogical records who spent time on a Cherokee reservation. Because walking a mile in someone else’s moccasins is now just as good as being born in them.
Native American officials aren’t buying Warren’s 1/10,000th Cherokee claim. Suzan Shown Harjo, a former executive director of the National Congress of American Indians, told the Herald: “If you believe you are these things then that’s fine and dandy, but that doesn’t give you the right to claim yourself as Native American.”
Your Editor had heard of the lovely Mrs Warren’s farcical claim, and he was reminded of the so-called “one drop rule.” I suppose that she’s a “Native American” like Ward Churchill was a “Native American,” not by culture, not by ethnicity, but by convenience; when it happens to be useful, they were “Native Americans.”
From what your Editor knows of his ancestry, it seems improbable that he has any direct descendance from American Indians, but, inasmuch as he was born in the United States, is as much of a “Native American” as anyone can be. Of course, since we’re all something like 20th cousins at the very least, we are all related to each other. Koolo is related, albeit distantly, to Wagonwheel, and your Editor is related to Amanda Marcotte, Nancy Pelosi and the Phoenician.
In the end, the hyphenating of heritage is all bunk anyway.