My father-in-law, with a heritage being as WASPy as you can get (Mayflower, descendants settled NYC - from Holland and England) was an authority on Colonial American culture and Indian culture, specifically English Country Dancing and music.
Yes, I said it - INDIAN. Most actual Indians prefer that to the "First People" and "Native American" crap. How do I know?
My dad-in-law wrote books and made musical recordings (in giftshops at various major historical sites), and was a reenactor (made and wore the "traditional" style Indian regalia, and he was a Colonial Dancing Master, on the British side, as in Tory . . . Boooo!). For over 50 years, he was immersed in Indian culture, and he and his wife were honored by several tribes to lead the grand entry for pow-wows. Over the years, he taught many Indians who had been ignorant of their own culture.
Imagine my shock, marrying into this clan. I thought the in-laws somewhat odd, but I came to appreciate and become comfortable in these "different" pursuits and passions. We have camped in authentic teepees (park one on your front lawn, with a fire in it, and watch the cars skid to a stop in front of your house

) and have participated in pow-wow ceremonies. Both my newborn sons were strapped to a cradleboard and danced around the pow-wow ring to "present" them to the gathering (the parents get money slipped into their hands

).
It seems that we, well-meaning palefaces

or non-redskins

, seem to be trying unnecessarily hard to overcome our guilt.