My last rant,,,
The CNO base their enrollment on the Dawes rolls. So someone that has family on these rolls get their card regardless of BQ. even if it is only 1/256 (all well and good). Then someone like me and hundreds of thousands of others (perhaps even many of you here on this forum) look up their family tree and find themselves for whatever reason in the "outaluck" category. Chad Smith said not to long ago that there are 250,000 Cherokee on the rolls (not sure if this includes the other 2 Tribes) and that there were 500,000 more people that claim to be Cherokee. So there are twice as many outaluckers than enrolled. Anyway an outalucker looks at their tree and sees that they have a much higher BQ than some others, but, but, but, damn...Oh well it's not about BQ anyway.
Then you hear the excuses why not...
If your ancestors chose to leave the nation and live in another country,,, well all of their descendants will have to live with that,,, Well that all sounds good if you're one of the enrolled but to an outalucker, it's just BS. That would be like saying that all of those Jewish people and their descendants that were rounded up and sent to Hitler's death camps are Jewish and all the rest of you are not. If your family managed to escape the roundup that's great but by doing so they gave up their descendants rights.
OK, so to make that more palatable we have the thingy about "Well you have to realize that we know that you may be of Cherokee descent but, you have to understand that there is a difference between being of descent and having Citizenship". OK, yea, yea,,, I got it... Screw you too. We'll just go somewhere else and band together without you... after all there are twice as many of us as there are of you. Then we hear... Oh hell no,, you can't do that either. Well it might be OK if you don't call yourselves a Tribe, band, clan or even Cherokee for that matter, we have a patent on those terms, and oh, by the way, don't dress like us or dance like us or speak like us and for God's sake don't teach anything to anyone because we know that you have gotten it all wrong... And NO we won't teach you how to do it right! You should be in Jail!
And to make all of this way worse, there are those who prey upon these groups to get rich, power, sex, did I mention money? (oh yea I did,,,) and on and on...
I am a thinking person. I over analyze everything. When I start to look at something I see both sides and try to understand them both without bias. Until I start to see things on one side that just don't add up, or seem just flat out wrong. Then I start to take sides. It's human nature to root for an underdog. I have looked at this issue and decided that Dr. Seuss said it best with his book about the Sneetches on the Beach.
Here's the story outline.
Sneetches are a group of vaguely avian yellow creatures who live on a beach. Some Sneetches have a green star on their bellies, and in the beginning of the story the absence of a star is the basis for discrimination. Sneetches who have stars on their bellies are part of the "in crowd", while Sneetches without stars are shunned and consequently mopey.
In the story, a "fix-it-up chappie" named Sylvester McMonkey McBean appears, driving a cart of strange machines. He offers the Sneetches without stars a chance to have them by going through his Star-On machine, for three dollars. The treatment is instantly popular, but this upsets the original star-bellied Sneetches, as they are in danger of losing their method for discriminating between Sneetches. Then McBean tells them about his Star-Off machine, costing ten dollars. The Sneetches formerly with stars happily pay the money to have them removed in order to remain special.
However, McBean does not share the prejudices of the Sneetches, and allows the recently starred Sneetches through this machine as well. Ultimately this escalates, with the Sneetches running from one machine to the next,
"until neither the Plain nor the Star-Bellies knew
whether this one was that one or that one was this one
or which one was what one... or what one was who."
This continues until the Sneetches are penniless and McBean departs a rich man, amused by their folly. Despite his assertion that "you can't teach a Sneetch," the Sneetches learn from this experience that neither plain-belly nor star-belly Sneetches are superior, and they are able to get along and become friends.
So now after 40 or 50 years of people with and without stars on thares still running to and fro. And the McBeans (plastic Shamans) of the world are still getting rich. There are some people that are beginning to see just how foolish all of this is. But with so much water under the bridge and so many bad feelings, I doubt that this issue will come to the happy ending that Dr. Seuss' story did for another 50 years. If ever.
As for me,,, "Screw it" " I give up",,, I'm getting off of this merry go round. I haven't completed my research to be sure that I am in fact an "Outalucker" but at this point even if I find proof that would allow me Citizenship in the CNO, I don't want to align with a group like that.? And at the same time I don't want to get wrapped up in all of the hassles that go with having to defend one's self for being a member of a State Tribe. So the only answer (for me) is,,, SCREW IT,,, And no one will give a rat's ass that I choose to get off of this merry go round. It wasn't meant to be…
Oh yea,,, I did go to the CNO's satellite group's meeting yesterday. That was the icing on the cake. I drove 75 miles one way to get there. Only to discover that I was an hour early (well that's better than an hour late). An hour and forty five minutes later a group of 3 or 4 drove up and walked past me carrying some food stuff. (there was suppose to be a pot luck dinner) So I ask them--- "Cherokee Nation" ? Their answer--- " no englase" (Spanish???) OK,,, I waited another 15 minutes ( now it's been 2 hours) and no one else showed up. So I went back home. Saying SCREW IT, all the way home. The gas I wasted would have gotten me back and forth from work a whole week. It wasn't meant to be… In a month (or less) yous guys will have forgotten all about me.