No moccasins. You’ll wear real shoes.

Elizabeth,
Denver, CO.

My mother is mixed race, Indian and white. She grew up pretty poor, but she told me once that she always had two pairs of shoes: one pair of moccasins and one pair of boots. Depending on who her father was trading with she would either have to pull on her boots, or her moccasins to go into town. My mother never allowed me to wear moccasins growing up, not even the mass produced ones from Target. She would say, “My children will wear real shoes.” Last year she bought be a $200 pair of cowgirl boots for Christmas. So it’s official now, I’m a white girl (who just so happens to tan really easily-ha!).


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