Friend Cat Thunder, BC Vancouver coastal native, states this when asked what title he prefers:
1st Nations now we are label as 1st Nations.Columbus made a wrong directions and thought he was in India.That's when he called us Indians.
A Cree (plains) friend from Winnipeg told me that the Indian word to them is like the nig... word to those of African descent. He says since I am a white woman (includes white men) I am not allowed to use it as it is demeaning; however, he can apply the term to another native but it is still considered somewhat derogatory.
Apparently in the US most vaguely accept the widely used label of Native American though, essentially, all tribes are N. American due to the fact that they live on the North American continent. I have native blood going back to 16th century as a male anscestor wed a native lady. There is also some black from mother's side for her father was part, or whole, from England and is of Carribean descent.
I do not think pure original genetic lines exist anywhere anymore in any race throughout the world. Each tribe in N. America has their own preference and seem to resist being clumped together as one.
Let the people select their own name/label and then we honour each choice whatever it may be. Preferences will alter radically with each individual across Canada and US.
SOMEWHAT OFF TOPIC: Myself? I suppose I am a mutt!
or just plain Canadian 300+ years of generations. Many of our anscestor in 19th and 20th centuries crossed back and forth to and from the States back to Canada so we have relatives all over N. America. Essentially we are ALL North Americans. I am the product of many races: native/english/french/black and these are the only ones we know about. One brother, a US marine, was in the sights of a rifle when he naively crossed a bridge in Alabama in the late 1960s. He was out of uniform with dark, mahogany black skin after a year in Vietnam. He came close to being executed for crossing over onto the white side of the river. Fortunately the murderous bigot noticed, through the rifle sight, that Phil's eyes were startling bright blue so he hesitated and brother lives on to this day. That fellow told my bro how close he came to being killed; he, the shooter, thought it was hilarious. Bro never went back to Georgia again.