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?
Postcards from Kerry 