Just outside Charleston, a Native American tribe seeks to preserve its identity
RIDGEVILLE — The feather dreamcatcher hanging from Sabrina Creel’s rear-view mirror swung back and forth as she parked her gray Chevy Trailblazer at the banks of the Edisto River.
On her dashboard sat a Palmetto Rose woven from sweetgrass — the kind wives of Confederate soldiers are said to have given their husbands before they left for war.
It was a chilly January afternoon, and Creel stood by the river with her arms crossed over her chest. The wind blew back her straight hair, black with the exception of few streaks of grey.
