Debra Miller,
Rochester, MN
Our mother hid our Native American ancestry until I was a late teen. I was raised in an area that continually brow beat and bashed Native Americans and I was afraid to tell anyone about my bloodlines back in the 70s. As I aged I realized it was OK to be proud of our heritage instead of embarrassed and I now openly share that side of me even tho I really know too little about the people before me because “it just wasn’t talked about”. My mother painted the photo I attached showing her vision of Native American art as she saw it.
