On #IndigenousPeoplesDay, we celebrate Native Americans, their histories, and cultures. There is still so much work to be done in the fight for our collective freedom.
For me, that fight is personal.
My family and I are members of the Lumbee Tribe of NC -- named after the Lumber River that winds through my home county.
In 1956, Congress recognized the Lumbee as an Indian tribe, but denied us any federal benefits -- something our People are still fighting for today.
This story is not unique -- Native Americans all across the U.S. are fighting for recognition, equal rights as citizens, reliable healthcare, justice for our missing women and girls, and much more.
In my legislative career -- and in my life -- I've been a warrior for Native communities. I'm excited, eager, and ready to take that fight with me to Congress.
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When I was just a boy, the KKK announced a night rally in my home county of Robeson, NC -- a poor farming community made up of Black, white, and American Indian folks like my family -- proud members of the Lumbee tribe.
The Klan called us “mongrels” and “half breeds". Despite warnings from the police chief that our community would not tolerate their hate, fifty Klansmen arrived at Hayes Pond on the night of January 18, 1958. Not a bad turnout for a winter evening.
The only problem is they were greeted by 400 Lumbees - barbers, sharecroppers, even expectant mothers -- ready to defend their neighbors and strike back against the Klan’s bigotry and intimidation.