My Cherokee grandma used to claim to be Hispanic, not to get into university, but to be served in bars.
That was something I didn’t know until recently. Many Indian tribes had rules that they could not be served alcohol, and since they were duel citizens had it stamped on the license.
Didn’t see it to much where I grew up, but I remember the “special” licenses.
AKA *firewater*. She sounds like someone I would have liked.
[A Ramble of Six Thousand Miles through the United States of America
S. A. Ferrall ]