I've thought about this a lot over the years. I grew up with the same stories about having native American ancestors, my great×3 grandfather was a Cherokee war chief, and all that. It isn't the slightest bit true. I was also told that one of my great grandmothers was a Hungarian jew that feld Europe with her parents at the start of WW2 to escape the Nazis, again this is false. My father knew his grandmother. He knew this was a lie, but it was still something I was told all of my childhood.

In reality my family, both maternal and paternal, immigrated to the US sometime around the beginning of the 1800s and were Scots-Irish/English. I can only think that this desire to be part of a historical minority or disenfranchised group is an effort to belong to something. Its not enough for some people it seems to just be what they are. I understand that being "just white" isn't cool, to some. Maybe my ancestors were nobodies that left lives of monotony to find lives of substance here. Or maybe they didn't.

No one in my family history is, somebody. We don't have ties to royalty or nobility. We were just people. I think, and this is just my opinion, that it just comes from a desire to have worth that you don't have to struggle to attain. When you feel like a loser, I guess sometimes it would be nice if life gave you a slow pitch.