“You can only check one box…”

I got my driver’s application returned the first time because I chose boxes that aligned with both of my racial identities. The woman gave me one look and sort of laughed a bit, then pushed the clipboard back to meet my hands. I sort of looked over to my mom and erased the two boxes on the sheet, then moved the pen over to the box labeled “other.” To me, being Native and White, it’s sort of like being shoved in between dichotomies. I am both the oppressor and the oppressed, the represented and the not. Society says that you’re one thing or the other. You can only check one box.