"This is what white people feel like all the time. Lucky!"

I can't speak for anyone else but myself, but I never felt this experience... at least not in the United States.  I did feel it, however, when I visited Ireland when I was 19 years old.  Most of my ancestors were from there, and so I always wanted to go.  It was surreal to me, and I was mistaken for an Irish person until I talked.  Coincidentally, returning from that trip, my aunt had given me her old car while I was in college at UAF, and so I was driving it back to Alaska.  I stopped for the night in Indiana, where everyone was pasty blue and blond-haired.  And me, with a tan and dark brown hair stuck out like a sore thumb.  I could feel people staring at me in the restaurant.  I actually really did think at the time "I feel more at home with the Natives than these people." Anyway, race is a part of who we are as people, but it's not what defines "where we belong".  It sounds like Nome has figured that out.