My great great grandmother was in the Cherokee tribe. When people ask what I am, I proudly say "Cherokee Indian." With doing this, I've actually met a ton of people from the same tribe. Though we know nothing about it, it's always cool to find out.
Cherokee, or spelled "Tsalagi" is Creek, meaning "people with another language." There are still 22,000 people who speak it today and 350,000 Cherokee still alive in the world today. Most of them are in North Carolina and Oklahoma though. The point is, they still exist, just not very many of them compared to before. The government starting in the fifties actually started to remove the Cherokee children from their Tsalagi-speaking homes, deteriorating the number of children being raised bilingual from 75% to less than 5%. Really? Was that necessary?
Sadly, they were forced to relocate quite earlier in their time from the southeast to Oklahoma. They were rounded up, made to relocate without any of their processions or shoes for that matter and sent on a 800 mile journey. Many died of exposure, starvation, disease, and exhaustion.
OH, and despite the myth of indians living in tee pee's, Cherokee's actually lived in log houses. I'd like to think my people were bad ass.