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PART 2

I look white. You might think that means I am white. You are wrong. I have a photo ID card that says OFFICIAL TRIBAL above my official Indian grin—you know it’s a legit tribal ID because the photographer didn’t tell me to wipe the smile off my face. I suffer from gallbladder disease, of which Indians are at particular risk. I look vaguely Indian when I wear maroon and grow my hair long. Why can’t the one-drop rule apply to me? I don’t have just a drop of Indian blood—half my skull is Indian, or my two hands, one neck made of the same doomed substance as Tumalth’s.