I am often told I don't have the right to call myself a Roma woman. I know I don't. Two generations ago, the woman in my family renounced their culture and assimilated into Slovak culture as white women. Today, I am a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, white woman that holds some Roma blood. My family has tried to teach me that Roma is dirty - that they are thieves, that their woman are worth nothing. They have lied to me about my roots, and now that I know - I know I don't have the right to call myself a Roma woman. I have not suffered as they have. I have not been a part of the beautiful culture that Roma society has. But I have always wanted to have my grandmother hold me and tell me about her traditions, her life before her white husband, and what her real name is. I found your website by chance. It brings tears to my eyes to see this culture alive and thriving, even more by giving women a voice which we often don't have. Thank you for starting this website. Thank you for giving women a voice. Thank you so much. What you are doing is so beautiful, and I wish I could do something so beautiful one day.