Along about the time that I was learning my heritage the United States was experiencing its' own education. People were just beginning to stand up and demand to be heard and counted as citizens. The mid nineteen sixties was when we all learned a little more about ourselves. So, what's changed in the past thirty five years or so since I was told I was Cherokee? What has changed for the man who learned that his African heritage, or his Hispanic heritage should be a proud part of his heart and soul? Change is, I believe, only as progressive as we teach it to be. One man does not change the world. All he can do is light a fire and hope that others will see it in the night. My goal in constructing this place is not to preach, lecture or chastise but merely to share. We are not always told the truth and we grow up believing a lot of instilled propaganda and misinformation. Chief Dan George, speaking of the need to talk with the animals, said, "What one fears, one destroys." This would also apply to one group of people destroying another. Perhaps if we all took the time to learn to speak with people we did not know or feel akin to we may find that they have a great deal to share. One must dig to find buried treasure.