Race-shifting. Appropriation. I loved my Grandpop. Aside from my mother, who adored him, it seemed that all of her family thought he was an exceedingly special person. As an adult I realized how little I knew of his life, his family, and how little my mother could share. He was a very intelligent man, he grew up poor but did well in his studies and music lessons. He had an uncle who believed in him and paid his way to Cornell. His mother was the daughter of German Catholic immigrants, his father was of some sort of French descent.
People who do ancestry, myself included, want to not only find names of people, but in their hearts hope for a heroic past. I have a lot of Quakers in my past, which lead me to see the family as living a "higher calling". * I tied them to abolitionism whether or not they were directly involved in the freeing of enslaved people or in lifting up freed Black people. Just finding Quakers gave me a sense of pride, something I thought I might carry myself.
When a dozen or so years ago I discovered that Grandpop had a half-Abenaki father, well. How cool is that? Don't bother to mention that I had never heard of the Abenaki or knew anything about the First Nations who had lived on land where I had lived. I started to get the itch to know about the people I was descended from, more than names, dates, and places. Complications then started to set in. (You might note here that I focused on the Abenaki side, which is common to amateur genealogists, I have yet to research the German/Catholic history which is a full half of Grandpop's makeup and was the community in which he was raised). I discovered that the family break with the Abenaki community at Odanak came after 1870, the family split between those who returned to Odanak and those who stayed permanently in New York. Previous to that, they were born, baptized, married and buried at Odanak. About 1840 and after, they spent winters in Odanak and summers in New England (historic Abenaki homeland). Then later New York spa towns and the Adirondacks, where they sold the baskets and artifacts made over the winter, along with other Abenaki family or friends in community. Winter was when the traveling Abenaki reconnected in Odanak, registered births and marriages that occurred over the summer and voted in Abenaki elections.
Family history like mine is just one area where race-shifters cause harm. European settlers began the erasure of Indigenous people wherever they moved. If Indigenous people were not physically killed off, they were herded into reserves. They were not allowed to practice their rituals, Indigenous ways of living, livelihoods. Their children were sent to schools where they were stripped of their heritage more than they were educated. Many children died at these schools far away from home. Some were fostered to white families. The fact that any Indigenous communities who went through that, remain, is a miracle and a sign of strength.
And now we have folks, in this book specifically French Canadian descendants, who are assuming the mantle of being Eastern métis and rewriting laws that have protected Indigenous rights in Canada, centered around hunting and property rights only (pretty one-dimensional). In Vermont and New Hampshire, several self-identifying bands are also messing with land claims (just so you know Native peoples do not consider "owning" land - please read up on that) and going even farther by writing their own version of Abenaki myths, accepting teaching positions, professorships, accepting scholarships, accepting Native artist status, receiving ancient artifacts returned to the bands – as if they know what the heck they are and what the artifacts mean to a real Abenaki, or the proper way to care for them. Making new history as they go along. They have stolen my history and that of other Abenaki. Stolen a culture, which is disappearing into fantasies of their own supposed indigeneity. Abenaki are being erased yet again.
This academic book explains the process of self-indigenization and points out the damage being done in detail. It is a very important read, thank you to Darryl Leroux. One hopes it has great impact.
* FYI. I was prodded recently to check those Quakers in more detail. And low and behold if you are looking for something, you can find it. What I found on this second round of intense genealogical research is that several of my Quaker ancestors in the 1600s, in Maryland and Pennsylvania settlements, were slaveholders. My 1600 Huguenot ancestor of New Harlem and Albany, was also. That brought me down to earth. Do I self-identify as a slaveholder? Of course not, unlike some race-shifters who build identity from one 17th century ancestor. Should I?