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Sunday, November 29, 2015

Being African American…


An experience I have only recently enjoyed. Yep! That’s me, an African American…well, that is, at least a piece of me.

Not long ago The Nancy and I had our DNA analyzed by Ancestry.Com. The results were about what we expected but for one itty-bitty ancestry line on mine. It is confirmed one percent of my DNA comes from Africa, and I plan to use this information to my advantage.

Since getting the results of this testing, I have been living the Black Experience. I am now connected to my people, and no longer can I be accused of living with the advantage of “white privilege.”  On any form I fill out that asks for information as to my race, I will be checking the African American block. I am an authenticated minority now.

All kidding aside, I am more than well aware all human life began in Africa. Mankind began there and migrated across the planet. In one way or another everyone on this planet is distantly related and we all have an African blood line – large or small, it’s in us somewhere to some degree, and this makes me all the more proud to know I have a documented 1% in mine.

And that is all I have to say about that…

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

When I Became Me…


When I became me I thought I had the world by the tail. What wonderful gifts God gave to me; a beating heart, a working brain, ten fingers and ten toes, arms and legs that moved as they should, eyes to see the world and ears to hear it. I knew deep in my little heart I would conquer the world and do great things.

Where would my life take me? What would I become? A doctor? An educator? A man of God? A philosopher? A father? I could become one of them, I could become all of them. I could choose to do good or I could choose to do evil…but I could choose. It would be entirely up to me. My destiny was in my hands under the guise of the God that created me, or so I thought.

And then my life was over. I became nothing more than a statistic when my mother chose to abort me.

And that is all I have to say about that…