My grandfather, Misho, was chief of my tribe (Prairie Band Potawatomi). He would tell stories to my brother and me about our Indigenous history. My second grade teacher asked my Misho to visit my class and share his stories. I was proud of him and grateful to have the chance to share my culture with my classmates. My classmates began calling me “Pocahontas” and war-whooping on me in the playground after he left. After that, I didn’t mention my tribe or Native affiliation to classmates or colleagues again until I was in my 20s.