I Am the Cherokee Nation

Before you knew me by my modern name, I was a feeling, a community living among the misty mountains and green valleys of what you now call the southeastern United States. Imagine a huge family, where every person knows their place and belongs to a clan passed down from their mother. For thousands of years, my people thrived, learning the secrets of the rivers and forests. We built towns with impressive mounds, farmed the rich soil with corn, beans, and squash, and our lives were guided by ceremonies and stories shared around the fire. I am that family, that connection to the land and to each other, a society built on balance and respect for nature. In my own language, I am called Tsalagi, which means 'the Principal People'. In English, you know me as the Cherokee Nation.

For a long time, our laws, stories, and history were kept alive in our memories and spoken from one generation to the next. But then, a brilliant man named Sequoyah saw how other people used marks on paper to share ideas across great distances and through time. He thought, 'Why can't we do that?'. He spent more than ten years, working tirelessly, to create a special way for us to write our own language. In 1821, he finished his masterpiece: the Cherokee Syllabary. It was not an alphabet like yours, but a set of 85 unique symbols, with each one standing for a sound in our language. Suddenly, my people could read and write. It was so easy to learn that soon, almost everyone was literate. This powerful tool changed everything. We created our own government with a written constitution in 1827 and started our own newspaper, the Cherokee Phoenix, on February 21st, 1828, printed in both English and Cherokee. I was so proud to have my voice written down for all to see.

But our success made others want our land even more. The United States government, with President Andrew Jackson, passed a law called the Indian Removal Act on May 28th, 1830. This law was designed to force us from our ancestral homes, the land we had lived on for centuries. Our great leader, Principal Chief John Ross, fought hard to protect us using words and laws, taking our case all the way to the Supreme Court. He believed in justice, but it was not enough. In the fall of 1838, soldiers came and forced thousands of my people to leave everything behind. We walked for months through the freezing cold and snow, on a journey so sad and difficult that it became known as the Trail of Tears. So many of our elders, children, and loved ones did not survive the hunger and sickness. It was the hardest time in my long life, but even in our darkest moment, we held onto our spirit and our will to survive as a people.

After that long, sorrowful journey, we arrived in a new place called Indian Territory, which is now part of Oklahoma. We had to start over, but we did it together. With the strength that had carried us through the hardships, we rebuilt our homes, our schools, and our government. We never gave up. Today, I am stronger than ever. I am a sovereign nation with my own laws, leaders, and citizens. We ratified a new constitution in 1975 to guide our modern government, which continues to serve my people. My people are doctors, artists, teachers, and leaders who work to make the world a better place. We still speak our language, practice our traditions, and tell our stories. My journey has been long and sometimes filled with sorrow, but it is also a story of incredible strength, resilience, and hope. I am the Cherokee Nation, and I am proud to be still here, honoring my past and building a bright future.

First documented European contact c. 1540
Completion of Cherokee Syllabary 1821
Adoption of first Constitution 1827