I randomly Google’d my father, and this newspaper article popped up.

My father was quoted during a protest against a Columbus Day parade.

My dad just honored my with this story behind this article. Wow. My mother was there with him too. My father, along with many Natives across the valley, walked together down Central in Downtown Phoenix, while beating a drum. He remembers facing the rows of police cars and men in their black uniforms that blocked their way. My dad stood proud and was willing to get arrested for the cause.  However, he took the proper steps to peacefully protest because he wanted the media to know what they were demonstrating. The police didn’t want a bad name, so they worked out a deal with the protesters. They were allowed to say their peace and why they were there, sing a song, and have 2 minutes of silence to remember our fallen people. He said the sidewalks were filled with white people, staring in wonder.

I’ve never looked at my father with such admiration before, he is a strong-willed man who knows who he is and what he stands for.

I definitely am my father’s daughter.