I may have white skin but the dna of my black ansestor’s runs thick in my blood.
All my life everyone had thought we had native American, Mexican, Greek, or some sort of island look to me. I have never seen myself to have native American in me and definitely not Mexican. Growing up we would tease one another that we had black features. We didn’t know where it came from. My grandpa was a little white Irish man. My grandmother was this tall Indian woman so we thought. My grandma and grandpa Walsh new of the black roots in our family. When my mother was a young girl my Grandma used to call them little blugard’s her meaning was You Bloody Black Irish children. My grandmother and my grandfather kept it from our family, kept my grandmother’s ancestors a secret. The day and age of the killing of Martin Luther. The killings, rapes, brutal treatment of the black communities. With all the racism and all the black folks getting killed from racist white people or racist cops. We are people too, they were just trying to protect their family. I completely understand I wish my grandmother would have told my mother more about her father and her mother and her grandma and grandpa the only people that we can ever get the real raw truth from. I guess the way I see it, is it should have been my mother’s and her brother’s and sisters’ decision to keep it a secret from us. My grandma and grandpa Walsh have both passed, so now my mother and I are left to dig up the past and try to find and understand our heritage that they kept our from us. We have found out so much my brother went and got a DNA test done and come to find out we have black in the US so all these years of making them jokes and cracks at each other about our lips, our noses and our big booties are because of the soul in our blood.
I always ask myself now what am I going to do with my life? what’s my purpose? why am I here? and with all these racial problems going on around the whole world, white people killing black people! What just happened to George Floyd and all the other now dead men and women who have lost their lives because of hatred. I for one know that my grandmother kept it a secret because she wanted to protect us from the racist people who would have caused us problems or possibly killed us. They wanted to protect their family and since we had white skin it would be very easy to do. I just couldn’t wait to tell the rest of my family where our ancestors were from and I told my cousin and you know what I was told. I was told to keep it a secret and don’t be telling people that we have black in us. You know what I have to say if you can accept where you’re from you’re not happy with where you came from it’s your problem, not mine. It’s been kept secret long enough. My ancestors went through some horrible times. They went through some magnificent times. Maybe their life was a little worse but if there’s anything that I can do to help change things in the world today I would have to say when my great-grandma and grandpa decided that they were going to love each other and have children together maybe they were hoping that they could change the world. Maybe they could change people’s perspectives and how they feel about white and black people.
In the old dictionary, the definition of a Niger is an ignorant person and now they have taken it out of the dictionaries and I want to ask why? Why take that out of being a word people use when you will continue killing us.
My 11 year old son has had an obsession with Ice Cube, He at one point said that he wanted to be a black man. When he makes his own character on a video game he makes him black. My brother went away for 5 years, My son was about 4 or 5 at the time. Everytime he seen Will Smith or Denzel Washington he would say is that Uncle adam? This was before we ever knew about black in our family so that goes to tell you that the blood runs thick and you can’t take away what our ancestors have given us. We may be white but we have black in our DNA and no one can ever take it away from us. I have always asked myself, What am I going to do with my life? What’s my purpose? Why am I here? With all the racial problems going on in America. All the white people killing black people. What just happened to George Floyd and all the other men and women who have lost their lives because of hatred. I for one know that my grandmother kept it a secret because she wanted to protect her children. They wanted to protect their family and since we had white skin it would be very easy to hide.
My family just wanted to be free. They were people with hearts and souls with blood running threw their veins. They were owned by white people who became family to them. They gave them a covered wagon with two oxen to go a create a life for themselves with documents stating they were a free slave. To some that document didn’t matter or was to there discretion. It is the same thing that is still killing our brothers and sisters. I believe I was given this life to live to help create change for our people. It should no longer be to there discretion. My ancestors still need to be set free. Let my people be free!!! Let my people go!!! Let my people live!! This is God’s world, We are gods children let us live. In the end we will answer to God almighty. Our God given right is to live with free will and to answer to the lord when the time arise. Not to you white men. You will answer to the same God when the time is near. Till then let us live in peace.