My father was white
Blue eyed, blond, glow in the dark white.
He had spent part of his childhood on my mother's reservation. His parents who were very poor followed the railroad construction along the Eel River canyon and through the Round Valley Reservation. My grandfather was a railroad worker.
While attending the one room school house on the rez he got to be friends with my mother's family.
She went off to Indian Boarding School and he to Alaska until they were adults. They were pen pals for years.
He left his world for hers because she wouldn't fit in his.
He had to stick out like a sore thumb living on the reservation.
They moved to town before I was born.
This photo is my mother's uncles on each side of my dad.
It isn't lost on me that ICE would stop my family because of their skin color these days.
Things haven't changed so much.
Unfortunately.
