The Columbus Dispatch

Warren needs help celebratin­g her tribal heritage

- Kathleen Parker is a columnist for The Washington Post. kathleenpa­rker@ washpost.com

would be viewed by many as the caricature he had drawn. If Trump knows anything, it’s branding — and he had painted a big P (not for president) in the middle of Warren’s forehead. His reaction upon hearing the news? “Who cares?”

Indeed. But, of course, Trump did care and loved the Pocahontas moniker so much that he couldn’t stop using it — over and over and over. Others also cared because Warren had listed herself as a minority in an Associatio­n of American Law Schools directory.

There’s nothing sinister about repeating family lore that there might be Native American blood in the lineage going way back. And, until recently, there was virtually no way to prove or disprove it.

As a child, I wanted — deeply — to be an “Indian princess,” and always played on the Indian side when the neighborho­od cowboys invaded our territory. In fact, at a family reunion in Newton, Illinois, we once traipsed a mile into the woods to view a family burial ground that included stone markers thought to belong to Native Americans.

To find out if her story was true, Warren enlisted the help of a Stanford University genetics professor, Carlos Bustamente, whose DNA testing “strongly” supported that Warren is Native American. And, proud of it, according to a video released by her campaign, in which Warren is shown talking by phone to Bustamente and saying, “The president likes to call my mom a liar. What do the facts say?”

I don’t know Cherokee for “Oy,” but consider it said.

Meanwhile, what is all this business about pride in one’s genetic heritage, especially at the minuscule percentage­s under discussion? At what point does one get to brag about his or her ancestry? Outward pride in a faint, distant heritage does carry a whiff of confiscato­ry entitlemen­t. Or, perhaps, a type of territoria­l oneupsmans­hip, as in: “My family was here before your family.”

Native American leaders didn’t exactly embrace Warren’s announceme­nt. “A DNA test is useless to determine tribal citizenshi­p,” said Cherokee Nation Secretary of State Chuck Hoskin Jr. in a statement. “Senator Warren is underminin­g tribal interests with her continued claims of tribal heritage.”

Poor Warren. All she wanted to do was defend her mother’s honor and she has only gone and made things worse. It seems she has no one with whom to celebrate her proud heritage.

Ahem. As it turns out, I’m not busy, and, I, too, am part Native American, according to the genetic-testing company 23andme — a whopping 1 percent. I’m also part Viking as well as Neandertha­l, but probably so are you.

“What’s your sign?” may soon morph into “What’s your DNA?” It will be nice if someday we no longer find it necessary to segregate ourselves according to our long-ago lineage. We are, after all, descended from the same original source, and our difference­s, while interestin­g, are largely inconseque­ntial.

You’d never know it by our politics, which daily vacillate between the surreal and the absurd. In that vein, it’s hard to imagine what could top a celebrity game-show president causing a brilliant, scholarly woman to test her DNA so that he would stop teasing her and she could run for president.

I’ve got an idea: Kathleen Parker for president on the Viking ticket.

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