Fake Indian Elizabeth Warren Is Speaking At The National Congress Of American Indians

Hannah Bleau

You can’t even make this stuff up.

For some reason completely beyond me, Sen. Elizabeth Warren took the stage before the National Congress Of American Indians. You’d think the left would disown her. After all, she lied about her heritage to land a job at Harvard. She was actually listed as a minority faculty member. She can’t even back up her claims. She said her grandfather was “part” Cherokee, and she knows that because “he had high cheekbones like all of the Indians.” Even someone writing for ThinkProgress wrote, “Cherokee genealogists have pored through her family history to find that ‘None of her direct line ancestors are ever shown to be anything other than white, dating back to long before the Trail of Tears.’”

To add insult to injury, despite Warren’s public claims of Native American heritage, she has decidedly avoided talking with Native leaders and, in 2012, refused to meet with a group of Cherokee women at the Democratic National Convention.”

She’s a FRAUD– a fraud who mustered up the courage to speak before the National Congress of American Indians.

That’s happening.

She actually had the gall to whine about Trump calling her Pocahontas. Here’s a partial transcript:

I’ve noticed that every time my name comes up, President Trump likes to talk about Pocahontas. So I figured, let’s talk about Pocahontas. Not Pocahontas, the fictional character most Americans know from the movies, but Pocahontas, the Native woman who really lived, and whose real story has been passed down to so many of you through the generations.

Pocahontas – whose original name wasn’t even Pocahontas.

In the fairy tale, Pocahontas and John Smith meet and fall in love.

Except Smith was nearly 30, and Pocahontas was about 10 years old. Whatever happened between them, it was no love story.

In the fairy tale, Pocahontas saves John Smith from execution at the hands of her father.

Except that was probably made up too.

Oh! Is this the part where she talks about how HER entire story is made up?! Fat chance.

Our country’s disrespect of Native people didn’t start with President Trump. It started long before President Washington ever took office.

But now we have a president who can’t make it through a ceremony honoring Native American war heroes without reducing Native history, Native culture, Native people to the butt of a joke.

The joke, I guess, is supposed to be on me.

You ARE the joke, Lizzy.

She tried to address the skeptics, and she didn’t even bother to address that fact that her life is a giant lie. Get a load of this spin.

I get why some people think there’s hay to be made here. You won’t find my family members on any rolls, and I’m not enrolled in a tribe.

And I want to make something clear. I respect that distinction. I understand that tribal membership is determined by tribes — and only by tribes. I never used my family tree to get a break or get ahead. I never used it to advance my career.

But I want to make something else clear too: My parents were real people.

“I may not be Indian, but my parents were REAL PEOPLE!” Isn’t that basically what just happened?

By all accounts, my mother was a beauty. She was born in Eastern Oklahoma, on this exact day — Valentine’s Day — February 14, 1912. She grew up in the little town of Wetumka, the kind of girl who would sit for hours by herself, playing the piano and singing. My daddy fell head over heels in love with her.

But my mother’s family was part Native American. And my daddy’s parents were bitterly opposed to their relationship. So, in 1932, when Mother was 19 and Daddy had just turned 20, they eloped.

Except you’ve failed to produce any Actual Proof that you’re actually “part” Native American.

Even if she IS “part,” it doesn’t excuse what she did. I’m telling you right now. I’m willing to bet I’m more Native American than Elizabeth Warren. One of my great great great grandmothers was an Abenaki Indian. And not that this matters, but my great great grandfather was friends– like straight up drinking buddies– with Sitting Bull (their contact had something to do with Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show. I’ll have to have my dad tell me the story again). My dad has gifts Sitting Bull gave my great great grandfather– a peace pipe and powder horn. That particular great great grandfather of mine wasn’t Indian– English, Scottish and Irish I think– but I just think it’s a cool story, OK?

But yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m more Indian than Elizabeth Warren, and never ONCE have I thought about identifying as a MINORITY OMG. She’s gross.

You can read the rest of Warren’s speech here. It’s quite painful.


I think she’s actually beginning to believe her own lies. Amazing, isn’t it?

You are Fauxahontas now and forever, Warren. Get over it.