This article, as told to Matt Hamilton, appears in the April edition of US Lacrosse Magazine, which includes a special 10-page section featuring faces and voices of the Native American lacrosse community. Don’t get the mag? Join US Lacrosse today to start your subscription.
I picked up my lacrosse stick a little later than most kids around. I started playing in fifth grade with field lacrosse with my middle school team. That summer, I started playing box lacrosse with some friends. I played box lacrosse at Onondaga and grew up right off the reserve, so I learned the traditions of the game. You learn at a young age why this game is so important — because it’s a gift from the Creator. It's used as a form of medicine. It has made an impact on the community.
My teammates have always been accepting. They see how important it is. With teammates, it was always easy to explain and there was an air of respect. When you’re playing other teams, in high school especially. The team I played for is Lafayette — it was a rural area 50-50 Native and white. We would go play other rural schools and there was some ignorance from some of the players at other schools. Whether they’re chirping or talking trash, it’s usually ignorant-rich.
It didn’t really hit me until I went off to school. I got a scholarship to play Division I football at Sacred Heart University in Connecticut. As I was at school, I had long hair. I remember going to camp when I was 18 years old. One of the guys asked me ‘You’re like Indian or something?’ I told him I was from Onondaga and I was Native American. He was like ‘Oh my god, I didn’t know you guys existed still.’ That kind of hit me really hard. I was like ‘What do you mean?’ After thinking about it, clearly not everyone has the same experiences as I do.