We live in a community where I am a visual minority, let alone blonde, of which I am told, there is only one other. I never thought much about what happened at yesterday’s feast, until someone posted a video on my facebook page.
Last night we met a man, who introduced himself as Harry.
Here’s the conversation:
Harry: You’re not from here (he’s looking at Andy). You’re not native, are you?
Andy: Yes I am, Anishinabe.
Harry: From where?
Andy: The Key Reserve in Saskatchewan. (Andy gives a short synopsis)
Harry: And you married a white woman?
Andy: Yes, this is Andi, my wife. Why don’t you ask her where she’s from (I have found that, older men especially do not address women directly)
Me: Where do you think I’m from? (I lower my glasses so he can see me better)
Harry: I don’t know. You just look white. He flicked his hand at me and wandered off.
We chuckled about this on the way home. But now I wonder if I missed something.