(/poor attempt at humor)
Most of the people I know brag on being “part Indian”, even if it’s like 1/64th.
I am singular in that I have utterly no Indians in the woodpile.
Total Celt, back to the beginning of time.
There was once a time when I made a living creating “dream catchers” for wannabe Indians.
At first, I made them historically correct, but they wanted pink and purple feathers and jakey beads.
And none of them knew what “dream catchers” really were.
Rather than some floofy, happy spiritual “night light”, they were originally rather “dark” contraptions, functioning as “soul catchers” designed to keep you from getting lost during your ‘astral travels’ and to prevent demons from stealing your soul.
Oh well.
It was money.