Later did my own genealogy, and I'm no part of who they told me I am.I've played it down most of my adult life and just tried to be white and play up my irish roots, where really my maternal grandfather is all Irish, my maternal grandmother half Irish/half Cheyenne survived Sandcrek. My Paternal grandmother half Irish half cherokee, my paternal granfather was never anything legally but a quadroon in South Carolina, although he was properly scot. His mothers race is so unimportant that it just says mulato on the birth certificate leaving both the name of the slave and the name of the scot, blank. For giggles, and I've said it many times. What happens most is I'm taken for Mexican, when I don't have a drop of Mexican blood.
It is a practically the polar opposite of "diverse."