Hell of a Guy

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…

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