Tough Dad, Champion Son
He was a celebrity in our town — a former football star at Colorado State who went on to play in the N.F.L. for a couple teams, including the Broncos.
I met him when he coached the Junior Olympics track team during the summer in Fort Collins. Some of his N.F.L. friends from other states sent their kids to be coached by him, especially in hurdles and sprints. Consequently, the Fort Collins summer track program was very good. One of my offspring, who had just finished 8th grade, was on the team. So was his youngest son, Jeremy. I don’t want to say the last name in respect for Jeremy’s privacy. Hereinafter, Jeremy’s father shall be known as Dad.
So the next spring, at the state high school championship track meet, Jeremy’s Dad and I were sitting together, watching the various events. Because my daughter was a freshman then, I had not attended the state meet the prior year. Jeremy was a senior at the same high school, doing very well, so I assumed Jeremy did well the year before.
I asked his Dad, “How did Jeremy do last year?” It was not a surprising question, but the answer was.
“Jeremy did not run last year. He did not turn in a school project in photography, so he did not compete in the state track meet.”
“What? Jeremy was academically ineligible just for one elective project? It doesn’t seem like that would affect his overall grade point that much,” I commented.
Dad explained, “No, it was not the teacher who prevented Jeremy from competing at state. It was me. Jeremy needs to learn to be responsible.”
As I recall, Jeremy won three individual events his senior year, as well as running on a relay team that also won. He was thus a champion in four events. At least a couple of the events were state records. One of the records tied a national high school record. The person who held the record that Jeremy tied had gone on to be a champion sprinter in the Olympics. Fast company!
Jeremy was as fast as any high school runner in the nation. I bet he would have done very well in the previous year’s state track meet, had he competed. He probably would have won those same events. If only his Dad had not interfered.
Jeremy won something else his senior year — a scholarship to C.S.U. in both football and track. His Dad certainly had something to do with that, and I do not mean pulling a few strings.
Besides contributing some very athletic genes, and coaching him, Jeremy’s Dad taught him some valuable life lessons. He taught him about being a champion.
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D.N.A. Does Not Define Ethnicity
Elizabeth Warren proudly referred to the results of her recent D.N.A. test that revealed she had an ancestor who lived six to ten generations ago and who might have been from North America or South America or Asia and passed to Senator Warren between 1/64 to 1/1024 of her genetic make up. Consequently, she believes that proves wrong those who question her claim to be Cherokee. Those law schools who hired her and bragged of their diversity based on Senator Warren’s heritage have similarly been vindicated, I suppose, even though they did not hire her because of her Indian heritage. They just listed her as being a Native American faculty member.
Of course, the senator never met that ancestor, so sharing some genes is not the same as being family. Nor is it the same as being raised in a particular culture.
My wife, Sugar, recently did a D.N.A. test. She too expected that she might be “part-Indian.” In particular, she had heard that some relative in the 1800s was Shoshone. We still do not know whether that is true. The test is so vague that it cannot specify Shoshone. It imprecisely indicates a tiny percentage of unknown D.N.A. that could be Peruvian or Asian or Native North American. Just like Elizabeth Warren. They could be related.
Sugar found out something that disturbed her father, who is, he believed, 100% Italian. He actually knew all four of his grandparents, who were each, he believed, 100% Italian. So, one might expect that his daughter would be 50% Italian. The test results showed that she is merely 39% Italian and 11% “Iberian,” which must refer to the Iberian Peninsula, occupied by Spanish and Portuguese people. (For purposes of this post, I will not describe the other 50% attributed to Sugar’s mother except to say it did not confirm the Shoshone theory,) My point is that my father-in-law, regardless of the D.N.A. test, is indeed Italian. He was raised in an Italian family by Italian people who, by the way, were all born in America, so by definition of citizenship, were Americans who identified as Italian-Americans.
Elizabeth Warren did not, as far as I know, grow up in a Native American culture, nor is she a member of the Cherokee Nation or any other particular tribe or tribes. Tribal groups have their own rules for enrolling as a member of a tribe. I doubt 1/64 is enough and I am even more certain that 1/1024 is not sufficient for membership in the Cherokee Nation.
Now let’s talk about me. I am affiliated with the Omaha tribe. My Grampa, who was a rural mail carrier on the reservation shared by the Omaha and Winnebago tribes in Nebraska, was the son of Swedish immigrants, yet he took me to the Macy Pow Wow, where I played with little boys who lived there. One of them wrote to me after he read my blog about the pow wow. He remembered. We would play under the bleachers and out in the woods. The boys there treated me like a friend, despite my lack of tribal enrollment. Grampa and I learned a little about the Omaha culture by having friends on the reservation. That is more of a connection than high cheek bones.
To the best of my recollection, I did not see Elizabeth Warren at the Macy Pow Wow. That proves that I am more American Indian than she is.