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Originally Posted by sentient
^ Well, it sounds like they took you for an ‘Amerind’ and not as “Asian”.
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Oh yeah, I see.
I can't say exactly what went on in the Border guards mind and intentions.
When I had my Root and my Rock searched the first time I was driving my friends van into Canada with him and his uncle and He is Anishinaabe/Ojibwa
and NW Coast Native/ Coast Salish and his uncle NW Coast Native/Coast Salish.
I drove since I can pass for white at times.The Guard pulled me in anyway since I did not have any money and they seemed interested in if I was going to try
and work in Canada.Any way the first guard sent me to the inside guard to search me and ask questions.So I told him that we where on our way
to Winnipeg to do a ceremony for someone sick there.
So when my Rock got interrogated my Rock must have told him what he wanted to hear because he just seen it was a Rock and set it aside.
Now the Root wasn't talking, so he asked me whats this? I told him it's my Root.
He ask me why is it burnt? I said I burn it and wave the smoke around me for good luck.
He asked me if I get high on it. I laughed and said no.
He asked me why I did not have any money.I told him my friend asked me to come and help and all expenses are on him.
So we went to Winnipeg.
So then in Winnipeg something was taking longer to happen to set up the ceremony I don't remember what, I think we were waiting on people from out of town
and it was already a week or so.
So I called home and the wife missed me so so much and she wired money for a bus ticket and I asked my friend to take me downtown
to the Western Union and then I walked to the Greyhound bus station.
I departed for my 1000 mile trip and went to the border where I encountered the
other guard (U.S.) that walked me and the two Asian kids in off the bus.
I figured he thought I was Mexican tryin to come in the back door.
Maybe I just didn't look right to him.
I smelt alright, so it wasn't that.
I don't really know but there was only 5 of us on the bus.The non racist thing to do would have been to just haul us all in and search and interrogate us.
Anyway as soon as we walked in the building the Canadian guard said "Hey a Root and a Rock" and it was loud and real friendly so I waved and smiled.
That Canadian guard was all the way on the other side of the building.
The U.S. guard didn't like that much by the way he gazed at me. My Root and my Rock both felt the tension from U.S. guard and they weren't
speaking to the U.S. guard and he just seen I was headed home and didn't even visit with my Root and Rock he just peeked in the crumpled up foil tobacco pouch and closed it up and I left.
But like I said I felt good because that Canadian guard was so welcoming even though I was leaving his country.
He recognized me but he remembered my Root and my Rock.My Rock must have impressed him in a certain way, that's what I figure.
Now in the middle of Montana on that bus ride the guy behind me got thrown out in a snow drift far from a town by the bus driver.
He snuck him a bottle of whiskey on the bus and then got belligerent with someone and broke his bottle and threatened to stab someone with it. Awe good times.
I have more Roots but I sure miss my Rock, Oh sure I have more Rocks too but not traveling Rock.I'll meet another one day but it won't be the same.
Yeah there is no reason anyone would think I was Asian, since I don't come from people with the slant eyes. My Grandfather didn't have them nor my father.
I am told I'm about equal parts Native to Asian anyway according to the family stories and some Irish and then who knows what form of Europian. so that may just wash away the slant, I don't know.(I'm no ethnoautobiographer)
Dang, I gotta not write so much, I might get booted from the site.