If you’re a Black American born in the 80s, who grew up hearing you had Indian in your family, then this story is for you. If you thought you had no heritage because your ancestors came to America as slaves from Africa, you should sit down. That might not be true. It wasn’t true for me.

“Your great, great, grandmother was Cherokee Indian,” was what my Grandma Vie told me growing up. My grandmother told me her father’s name was Wallis Williams, he had 16 kids and was full-blooded Cherokee. Read more...