I went to the Native American powwow tonight. I haven’t gone to a powwow since I was 7 or 8. I met a Native American veteran who was in Korea and Vietnam. He lost his foot and leg from the knee down. I was crying for the first 30 minutes I was there. I was blessed with sacred sage, and I started bawling. I watched the Healing Dance and a few others which I forgot the names of because I was busy crying. I saw these beautiful women in jingle dresses, these handsome men and their long braids of chocolate brown hair and exquisite headdresses, their bear claw necklaces, their beaded boots and moccasins. I have honestly never felt so at home before. I know people are going to say “You’re white what do you know about ‘Indians’” First, I’m mixed. My mother is Native American, and my father is white. Second, I’m so much more proud of my Native America heritage than I am of my caucasian heritage. Seeing these beautiful men and woman dance and perform, was the most beautiful thing. Please go to a Powwow If there is one going on near you, it’s the most beautiful thing to ever witness. But please, DO. NOT. BE. FUCKING. IGNORANT. AND. RACIST.