My wife is Seminole. For the longest time, I'd ask random Latin women who look like they could be her twin which tribe they belong to. My girlfriend (at the time) would just shake her head in disgust and mutter something under her breath about my idiotic question and how all brown girls don't look alike; it happened at least weekly. After five years of this, my vindication finally arrived. We were vacationing in Mexico and everyone we met just assumed she was Mexican and began rattling something to her in Spanish, leaving her slack-jawed and looking totally lost. I'd always have to interject and explain to them (in Spanish, mind you) that she only spoke English. From then on, she's never said a word when I occassionally forget my manners and ask a brown 7-11 clerk what tribe she's from. My Squaw and I have been happily married for 17 years now, and because we both love Mexico, she's become fluent in Spanish. Turns out, even we white devils can make honest mistakes as long as we're not offensive about it and we make an effort to do better.