That's not a real ID
I was standing in line at my local voting place in St. Louis, taking a selfie and hash tagging #rockthenativevote, knowing that Hillary Clinton would win. My caption underneath my photo said, "I'm with 'her', but I need 'her' to be with us #standwithstandingrock #NoDAPL #waterissacred #imwithher #hillary2016"
I'm Native and proud in a city that doesn't see me. Coming from Oklahoma I never had to explain my heritage, how much 'blood' I had, or what the hell a CDIB card was (a complicated relationship with a piece of plastic #smh.) To vote in Missouri you just need your voting slip, or a federal photo ID. I handed her my CDIB card (because I can) and she immediately said, "that's not a real ID." I attempted to argue, the long line behind me became frustrated, and then I pulled out my drivers license. For my local elections last year I didn't even try to use it.
The federal government demands that my particular ethnicity should carry around a card to be proven legit and then people who work for the same government do not even know what it is.
For some Indigenous people this card is the only free piece of plastic with a picture on it. It's the key to recognition in a world that keeps telling us we're less than. I should be free to wonder around this whole damn country using it with having to explain it. Especially when it comes time to vote. Oh and I'm still salty about Clinton not winning. Very salty.