This article, as told to Matt DaSilva, 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 grew up on Seneca Nation’s Cattaraugus Indian Reservation. I’m one of 11 children. I have six sisters and four brothers. My parents have been together for 27 years. I played lacrosse my whole life.
Backyard lacrosse was what we called it. We would grab a tennis ball and use a box net. There were no rules. My older brother would check me over and say, “Suck it up.” You got beat up by them, pushed into the weeds, and you got right back up again.
People think lacrosse is a rich white sport. Somebody once asked me, “How did you end up playing?” What do you mean? These are my roots. You are able to play this game because of my people, my descendants, my ancestors.
When I first came to Louisville, I would walk around campus in my Iroquois Nationals shirt with the Hiawatha belt. People would stop me and ask, “What does that mean?” I forgot that I’m not at home and that I have to explain things.
I would wear moccasins, and people would look at me. I didn’t wear them for a bit because I didn’t want people to look at me anymore. There aren’t Native Americans here. They don’t know what my moccasins mean to me.