Author: Richard Regan

In 1991, when I decided to move to Washington, DC, with my future wife. I left the safe confines of my Tribal Community of southeastern North Carolina. It was my first experience with people who did not look like me, talk like me, act like me or think like me. Despite these connections, the one place I never felt any bond with my personal identity was the federal agency I was working in. Most of the time I was the only American Indian on my team, staff or business unit.