Racists come in every color…

Me with my mum and dad.  Is my Dad dark enough for you?

I recently wrote a tongue in cheek post entitled Hueheucoyotl is mischief making. Sometimes I take for granted that many of my followers know all about my ancestry and DNA. New readers must look at my profile picture and envision someone Scandinavian or Irish – both are correct. My name Kerry is a giant clue.

I very rarely receive unpleasant comments (if ever?) – the spam is just that. The comment below, on the above post, incensed me.

Typical white woman think she can just claim our culture. Also just necause you want to interpret things as the work of Huehuecoyotl it does not even remotely mean you have facilitated contact. What a joke, if only my teacher could hear this hahaha. I am Mexican and Navajo descent as well, Coyote is my spirit brotjer/reflection so you’re literally getting it from the horses mouth :p (sic)

Perhaps I should have just deleted it but this is my response –

I will shortly delete both of these comments but how dare you! I have both North American and Central American Native DNA with a long line of Mexican ancestors that I can trace back to the 1700s. My grandfather was born on the Chickasaw Nation reservation in Purcell, OK. Why don’t you go take some lessons on DNA, recessive genetics that produce blue eyed blondes, and more importantly on etiquette? You would make President Trump proud with your racist views. I can choose whichever spirit reflection I want. It’s unlikely I received your opinion from the horse’s mouth but from his ass.

The more I ruminated on it, the more I thought that I would write this post.  It sounded like a young person with a chip on his shoulder.  Try living in a Scottish public housing estate with the name de Ortega.  My only advantage was that I was not discriminated against in the work field as I might have been if I had stayed in California, my birth state.  Most people of Mexican origin are happy to accept me as a half cousin but sometimes I know that I am not quite Mexican enough.  In truth, nobody from Mexico is indigenous because the native tribes both north and south came across the ice passage from Siberia and Asia.

This is my Grandma Juanita and my great aunt. I don’t think there is any doubt about their Mexican heritage. Which one is my grandma?

Mestizo means mixed and can be used as a mongrel insult.  We should all be proud that most of us are mixed.  It should give us less reason to hate each other but even Hitler had some Jewish blood. Not all my family were happy about a Catholic marrying a Protestant, both of whom no longer believed in our faiths. I have embraced my Catholic upbringing with a sense of nostalgia and happily pray in churches all over the world. None of that means that I believe in institutionalized religion but I enjoy elements from most beliefs and faiths.

There was no vision about Huehuecoyotl being my spirit guide, just a happy quirkiness in embracing one of my many roots, with no offence intended. I like Freya, leprechauns and a wide variety of saints. My unwelcome commentator has not responded to my rather snarky reply. After a few days of working with an impossible millennial, I feel a little sympathy but not much.

Is this Mexican enough?

Or is this white enough?

Juan and Angel

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So many of my anecdotes occur in supermarkets that I am beginning to worry about the quality of my life… Nevertheless, I went to my other supermarket (not the one that employs Wolverine) and as I approached the check out, I noticed that it was two smiling young men. As I got closer I saw their names tags. “So it is the Spanish team today? Good Morning Juan and Angel!” I pronounced their names authentically – Juan (Hwahn) and Angel (Ahn-hehl). They both started laughing and Angel told me that his name was pronounced the English way. I responded laughingly, “I bet your Abuelita (Grandma) still calls you Ahn-hehl?” He agreed and I told them that my Abuelita’s name was Juanita. Angel said, “That’s what we call Juan”. I looked to Juan for his response which was, “And this from a boy called Angel…” Advantage Juan! It was yet another funny day at the checkout in Texas. People here ask me why these things happen to me but it is only because I engage people in chat and laughter. As a postscript, I was looking through some old photographs of my Paternal Grandfather (the Indian boy) and Grandmother (that Spanish woman) when I noticed that someone had written her name on the photograph. It was Woneta instead of Juanita – hilarious!

San Luis Obispo

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This is the beautiful San Luis Obispo Mission. Note the date – 1772. My mission ancestors moved up the Californian coast around that time, when it was still a Spanish Territory. The first conquistadors visited in the 1500s. Some of us Hispanic people have been here in the USA for a long time with a rich and full history. I am so proud of my 4% Native American DNA …although they were illegal immigrants, too! There was a recent National Geographic article that stated that they have proved categorically that current Native American people have a direct DNA link to those recent skeleton finds in the American continent that date back 12,000 years. Their bone structure looks different likely because they evolved to live in different conditions. In front of the San Luis Obispo Mission, there is a delightful water sculpture that pays homage to the Chumash, the native people who lived there. They made remarkable plank canoes, fished, hunted and gathered nuts, especially acorns. Like many other tribes their numbers were decimated by the diseases that the Spanish brought such as influenza and smallpox. Eventually they moved into the Missions and adapted to life with the new migrants, perhaps unwillingly? San Luis Obispo was the first place in California that I fell in love with. Click on the red link to see more of the town and my adventures. POSTCARD FROM SAN LUIS OBISPO – click here