I told you this morning that Elizabeth Warren’s story about her parents having to elope because her father’s family objected to her mother being Native American did not ring true, as a Google search did not reveal her telling that story before even though she has told plenty of stories about her parents over the years.
I told you that that statement, offered as proof she was Native American, would be fact checked beyond a Google search.
She’s all over TV with it:
And what do you know, it already had been fact checked prior to Warren’s statement by Twila Barnes, the Cherokee genealogist who has traced Warren’s maternal line back to the great-great-great grandparent level and found no Cherokee or other Native American ancestry. Barnes also is one of the spokespeople for the new Cherokee group demanding that Warren stop claiming Cherokee heritage.
Michael Patrick Leahy at Breitbart.com (h/t HotAir) has pulled the marriage certificate for Warren’s parents which already had been linked by Barnes, and guess what … her parents were married in a church religious ceremony by the pastor of the Holdenville OK Methodist Episcopal South Church just 14 miles from their home. There will be more fact checking, for sure, but that doesn’t sound like an elopement to me.
But it’s what Warren claims she had been told, so I guess it can’t be fact checked lest that be deemed an attack on her parents.
Maybe, just maybe, the problem is not what Warren’s parents told her, but what she claims they told her.
Oh, and one more thing (again h/t HotAir), Howie Carr in Boston has discovered another interesting fact about Elizabeth. she was a mortgage foreclosure specialist. Not as an academic, but as an investor.
If you have wondered why I have focused so much on Warren, you are beginning to understand. I don’t mind liberals half as much as I mind phony liberals.
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You have to admire a woman who has come so far, considering the dishonest parents she claims to have had.
Think what a TERRIBLE position Warren’s living relatives are in! Geez…
Michael Patrick Leahy’s catch is not dispositive…but it damn sure is suggestive.
Princess Red Herring looks like she’s laid another egg.
Oh no, this was just the post-elopement church ceremony to soothe ruffled feathers…
(I didn’t know that there was this sort of modern-day prejudice against Native Americans. I grew up in New York where it seemed to be treated as an irrelevancy that this or that one interestingly had a grandparent or great-grandparent who was Mohawk or Algonquin.)
“she was a mortgage foreclosure specialist”
Oops. After everything else, this will be the, uh, Bain of her existence.
I guess that’s what she meant when she explained that no one gets rich by herself.
Found this somewhere out there …
“In the future, everyone will be Cherokee for 14 miles.”
It’s important to write down when we get a new right.
The shoes are dropping so fast the centipede will soon be barefoot.
It will be utterly depressing if she wins the nomination and gets elected after all this.
They had to elope because her mom was 1/16 Cherokee??
Oh … puhleeeze!
My dad was 100% German and given to occasional anti-Semitic rants … but his family absolutely loved my 1/4 Jewish mother.
LukeHandCool (whose dad didn’t dare do that when Luke’s mother was around).
Just think, with a little research, her Dad’s folks would have been thrilled to known her Mom’s ancestors were really the cowboys in white hats, forcing Cherokees down the trail or tears.
But instead, they somehow found out the phony story that her Mom was (not really) 1/16th Native American? Who was stupid enough to let that rumor slip out, knowing Lizzy’s grandparents were racists?
Lizzy has claimed to be an abused woman of color (since she thought she merited special consideration), so now she is coming up with “evidence” that her family was indeed discriminated against. Poor poor Lizzy … can we see Mommy’s wedding pictures? I’m sure there was no wedding dress, and no one sitting on the groom’s side.
From the link:
“Lieawatha bragged last fall that she provided the “intellectual foundations” of the national crime wave known as Occupy Wall Street. Everyone assumed she was talking about her turgid prose, not her own wheeling and dealing in the misery of the middle class.”
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Lieawatha. I like that.
I’m an outstanding baseball player…hall of fame material…that’s what my father said, so it’s part of my identity and it’s what I am. All those major league teams that keep rejecting me should apologize to my father at once…
Shoot, the teams owe you back pay!
And Nike needs to pony up for the endorsements they should have bought…
“… and guess what … her parents were married in a church just 14 miles from their home.”
Yeah, but that was many years ago, and when you factor in inflation that would be like 30 miles today.
This super liberal woman is a pathological liar who, apparently, is accustomed to her lies being taken, unquestioningly, as fact.
Scott Brown must be giving thanks daily for this gift that keeps on giving.
Can’t someone on her team tell her to keep her mouth shut?
… our president was elected with the same mental condition.
The question is, do enough people read blogs or get “outside news”, to counter the fawning propaganda/coverage that is spewed by the major networks, and Leno and Stewart?
For every blogger, there may be a dozen big network watchers that swallow her stories (‘cuz good liberals are honest, but persecuted), and are shaking their heads that those racist FOX News watchers are so stupid and ignorant, that they despise good old tin ear Lizzy.
Her reasoning… Ay. Pity the students whose exams she’s grading.
While I find the “reasoning” for an elopement to be far fetched, parts of the story could hold up. 1930’s Oklahoma/rural Texas was a different planet from the East Coast or even what we think of today.
Transportation was quite limited in those days. So, traveling 14 miles to the next town or two over would be quite an adventure for a young couple. Most parsonages were either attached to or on the same property as the church. A home to live in was part of a pastor’s payment, if not all of it. It also made it easy for the Pastor to be located when needed before telephones. A Justice of the Peace was more likely to be involved in law enforcement than performing middle of the night weddings. An eloping couple would know to head for the nearest church steeple to find a man of the cloth readily available and the marriage would be recorded in Church’s ledgers.
Now for why couples eloped in the 30’s….. Here the reasons are much more diverse and usually much more practical. Economics was a much bigger factor. Few families could afford to put on even a modest wedding for their children. Couples routinely saved their coins and slipped away quietly on a Saturday afternoon to get married, sometimes with a sibling in tow to witness the event. When Mom & Dad wondered where their children had gotten off to, it was with a wink and a nod.
Parental disapproval could cover a wide range of reasons and discrimination was often one of them but again, it had more to do with 1st & 2nd generation immigrant families that were still clinging to old world traditions…. and it was just as likely to be because of Irish, Dutch, German, Polish, Jewish, Catholic, Protestant heritages as Indian…. Financial and social standing was much more common if one of them was perceived to be “marrying up” or had a poor reputation.
There are two reasons that this story rings false for me:
—These types of “happy ending” stories run rampant not only through my own, but many of my friends family histories who grew up in these small towns. These are the kinds of stories that the whole community knows about – there was no such thing as a secret in a small town. So, not only should the story be well known within the family, but it should be generally known in their community.
–The couple immediately returned to reside in the same very small town. If bigotry were the reason for an elopement, the couple generally did not return to their same home town right away. Instead, they would seek anonymity in a larger city such as Tulsa or further south in Texas in the booming oil fields where people were less likely to ask questions about your heritage. If they did move back, it would be after the birth of a child or two or with plenty of money in their pocket to demonstrate their success… or in desperation, because they couldn’t make a living (however in the early oilfields money was easy to come by for those willing to work and take risks.)
Just my two bits…. too often, we try to apply today’s social moray’s to a very different world. Another good example would be the atmosphere of a 1950’s boys school where it would be unlikely that a young man would be harassed for possibly being homosexual in a society where it was the last thing that would have crossed their minds. Instead, it would be likely that a young man would have been harassed for having long hair in a post-WWII society that valued self discipline.
Nice post.
Both my parents and my in-laws eloped. Poverty figured into the whole thing, and once the war started in Europe, a whole different dynamic sprang into being.
Either that or when her parents figured out how much this wedding was going to cost and how many relatives were going to be tanking up on free booze and food, they started sneaking into her room and night when she was asleep and whispering “elope, elope, elope….”.
You make some very good points. Most jive w/ my parents’ and grandparents’ recollections of the 30s, particularly small town/rural. I haven’t paid attention to the details in this never-ending story, but one of them smacked me upside the head with the Breitbartcom marriage license. Don’t get me wrong. I’d like nothing better Scandi Scammin’ Squaw’s canard be hoisted on the progressives’ racial identity spoils systemm petard.
Anyway. Here’s what struck me. Her parents were married in 1932, but Elizabeth wasn’t born until 1949. 17 years later. Mother, 36 at birth. Very unusual, on both counts, in those days. Could Elizabeth have been adopted? Never told, and her adoptive parents related her birth parents’ heritage?
Weak. I know.
30s Oklahoma… Wasn’t this wedding written up in one of Steinbeck’s novels?
In 1936, my future Dad borrowed 20 bucks, a car, and his sisters wedding ring, picked up my future Mom, and with his brother and his girlfriend, went to Maryland where they all got married. The wedding ring was used in both ceremonies. They made the return trip to Ohio the same day, where they celebrated at White Castle and returned the ring to my future aunt.
I always wished there was something more romantic in their story, like star-crossed lovers where love triumphs over opposition but not in their case. My grandmother didn’t like my Dad, but only because he was taking her baby away from her, and they went to Maryland because there was no waiting period.
Seems Elizabeth had fantasies too, but never got over them.
I did forget to add that my husband and I (living very close to that same area) eloped in the early 90’s for nearly those exact same reasons – my parent’s were too poor to afford even a small wedding and even though both families were Catholic (mine German, his Irish) I was the one who was “marrying up” financially. We did go all out – he sprang for the $40 gold band.
“Phony liberals” – sounds like a term straight from the Department of Redundancy Department.
Show me an honest liberal. Even Hubert Humphrey couldn’t do it. After grilling a bleeding William Simon before a Senate Committee, he apologized saying, “Bill, it’s just politics.”
Every single one of them is dishonest and would stab their mother in the back to advance leftist power. There is no discussing or debating with them, no persuasion is possible.
The fallback for the Democrats in MA will be the War-On-Women trademarked meme. Since she utterly refuses to address the issue head on beyond saying “I was told so”, is there any other logical……ummm, I mean political reason to allow this to draw out? It must be that they intend to try and leverage Brown as a MAN and the GOP as “hateful” of women.
She’s doubling-down on her line of Bravo-Sierra.
Being a resident of the Great State of Texas and a native son of Oklahoma, I can tell you, categorically, that no one in the last hundred years has heard, “Jimmy! I doan want you a marryin’ that stankin’ dirty, one-thirtysecond Indian Lizzy Herrin’.”
I might believe that if she was marrying into a New England Mayflower clan or some other bunch of blue-bloods. But come on, Liz, you’re blonde/blue from Oak City for Pete’s sake. Nobody cares if you’re part Indian, especially if it doesn’t show. Hell, I’m roughly 8-times more Injun that you and I look it. Nobody cares. It’s more of a conversation piece, than anything.
Counselor… We the unwashed, High Cheek-boned Americans do proclaim Elizabeth Herring Warren ‘cherubic’ and not truly ‘high cheek-boned’.
30 years ago my husband and I eloped, and we were married by a little old pentecostal pastor. We got his name from a bulletin board on the courthouse wall.
Of course, a church wedding usually does take a little bit more planning than that. We called him from the courthouse and drove the 20 miles or so to his trailer where he married us. We gave him something like 20 or 25 dollars.
I’m sure her parents told her they had Indian ancestry. Everybody in Oklahoma says that, just about. My husband’s family are from there and we were always told his great-great grandparents were Indian- but neither of them signed the Dawes roll, nor did they live as Indians, so it remains only family lore, like the story of being descended from a President who turned out to be the President’s housekeeper.
A Warren news conference: Yes. Yes, I said that I am “A”. What? Well, I know that I’m “A” because of “B”. I did, too, answer your question. You would know that if only you listened to “C” and “S” and “D” with a bit of “N.” You disagree! That’s because you keep harping about “Z”. Anyway, that’s not what I mean about “A.” See “B” really means . . . ad nauseam.
The Howie Carr story about Lizzy Warren flipping a house that was bought for $4,000 and sold for $30,000 is not very newsy at all.
The Boston Herald admits knowing that the profit occurred when “Granny’s” relatives sold the house – and no information was provided about improvements made between 2004 and 2006. Even if Warren had personally profited, the classic free market transaction occurred in both cases because a fair market value was established with the existence of a willing buyer and a willing seller.
Here, I fixed it for you:
The Howie Carr story about
Lizzy WarrenLiawatha flipping ahousetipi that was bought for$4,000much wampum and sold for$30,000big, big wampum is not very newsy at all.Sorry… it was too good to pass.
My parents eloped before WWII, but I’ve got the Reno marriage license to prove it. Usual story in those days – one arch-WASP, DAR/UDC, rural family and one Catholic ethnic recent immigrant urban family. Sometimes the differences in the families seemed as much two worlds as if the families had been of different races…. Gives one perspective, if a bit schizoid.
Calling Bernie Quigley … calling Bernie Quigley … come in you mystical dreamweaver you … we’re going to need part two pronto, and make it a bit more mystical this time.
Play Misty for Lizzie:
“In the heartland it is almost universal for those who have been there for a few generations to claim Indian blood; that is, to wish it were there even if it isn’t. It is not so much a lie as it is the acculturation of personal and regional American myth; the fabric of old-soul American consciousness.
So Warren’s claim to be ‘part Indian’ is correct in mythical terms. Every old-school white Oklahoman is in this regard even if this is nominally not true. But it is not a lie to want to be Indian and to imagine your ancestors were. It is to be free of Europeanism.”
—Ummmmmm, Bernie, that’s “Every old-school white Oklahoman” except Elizabeth’s paternal grandparents … who were so unlike all the other mystical white people pretending and hoping to be Indians that … they couldn’t even stomach having a daughter-in-law who was blatently fake 1/16 Indian.
Sorry for all the red marks, Bernie. Fix it up and resubmit it immediately. This story has taken a decidedly unmystical turn.
Argh. This on top of all the other tends to explain Lizzie’s problem. She really was raised as a special snowflake who decided story time was a much better sell than whatever pedestrian life she led.
I can only imagine how she may have turned out if she didn’t have to suffer the ignominy of errors marked in red pencil and a trophy just for showing up.
Oh wait.
I wonder when reporters will contact her husband’s extended family to find out how well her accusing their father/grandfather of being a racist is going over?
Talk about awkward Thanksgiving chit chat this year!
My mom told me I was super intelligent and a very special snowflake.
Does that mean I can get a scholarship to Harvard too?
I think I’m also part automatic transmission as my Mom used to call my Dad a shiftless bastard.
My family has always been in fear of Hera’s wrath because one of my ancestors was the result of a mortal’s dalliance with Zeus.
I know this is true because my mother contributed a recipe for ambrosia to an elementary school cookbook, proving that I’m 1/32nd Greek god.
No, I’m the Greek god!
A year or two after high school I was working in one of my dad’s stores when my high school English teacher came in to get some copies of the screenplay she was writing.
She had just finished lunch in a restaurant across the street and she was a bit tipsy.
She started flirting with me (and I have to admit I was quite turned on because she was a statuesque, good-looking woman in her forties. She was the original cougar).
My hair stylist had recently convinced me to embrace the natural wavy/curly nature of my hair … and told me to shake my head upon finishing showering and little ringlets would form as my hair dried.
She told me my new hair style was sexy and said, “You look like a Greek god. A sexy, sexy Greek god.”
She was flirting up a storm and I started thinking about telling her to come back at closing time so we could go get a bite to eat.
Standing beside her, waiting to purchase his order of stationery and office supplies was the Jewish character actor who played the psychiatrist in the M*A*S*H TV series (I can’t remember his name.)
She started asking him why he was buying what he was buying and other stupid questions and he started getting really irritated at my tipsy English teacher. She just kept on irritating him and giggling.
I finally decided the whole scene was just too weird, even for my then horny, depraved outlook on life. As foxy as she was, I just thought she would be a nightmare to get involved with. A potential Play Misty for Me scene.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, that makes me 1/32 Greek god.
This is the guy. He’s 94 and still alive!
He was always grumpy when he came in, especially that day my English teacher was annoying him.
Probably mad at the world that he didn’t look like a Greek god. He didn’t score that day.
I could’ve but I didn’t.
I should’ve.
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I’m most grossed out by the “nursing mother at a law exam” comment. I mean, it’s TMI. Who cares. Who can prove it anyway. Who would want to. What difference does it make. And it lends one’s mind to unpleasant imagery.
But the whole point is to make her sound like a trailblazer and a victim, at the same time. Disgusting.
She reminds me of my 6 year old. When you tell a whopper and no one believes you, tell another bigger whopper to cover it up. Someone needs to send her to time out… hopefully the voters will.
Well now, everything is now explained! Lizzy’s also part Delaware Indian per her interview shown above.
Seems that her latest statement about her heritage does nail it down, or maybe one could say she screwed it instead.
Still, one must somewhat admire her fighting courage, her willingness to stick to her story after everyone else has fled the scene.
Just one last question, has she tried to enroll in the Delaware Tribe? What are its requirements for tribal membership? Anyone?
Wonder if she’s also part Mohican too, the last member of that long ago missing tribe! Maybe Chingachgook was her great great great great great grandfather?
‘scalper’ Elizabeth Warren called her 1/64 (Actually 0/32) & Cherokee 1/64 (Actually 0/32) Delaware family BIGOTS, did everyone miss that?? if they ‘objected’, if they ‘opposed’ THEY ARE BIGOTS period.
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