My Great-great grandmother was Makes-noise-while-walking of the Ogalala Sioux at the Santee agency.
My Great grandmother was Mary Lone-Wolf. She was a Baptist.
My Grandmother was Barbara Ellen [redacted], who had converted and become a Mormon. She had brown hair.
My mother's name is Nettie and the Indian genes popped up strong in her, black hair, dark-eyed—really had the look.
I'm one sixteenth Indian. [1]
Notes
1. This was the method by which black-African ancestry was determined in the plantation era and which has remained the "one-drop" racial identity test ever since. It is fascinating that the elite of the white American race has had so little regard for the significance of their blood that they count the genetic contribution of one non-white person as more significant in terms of human potential than 15 whites!
Under the God of Things
