One on of my Facebook genealogy groups, a journalist from the BBC wrote that she was working on a news article. She said,
"In the light of Georgetown University's decision to give 'the edge' in the applications process to descendants of slaves, we are looking at how easy or difficult it is to trace slave ancestry, and what the challenges and emotions involved are.
Have you recently found out about ancestors who were slaves? Would you be interested in talking to the BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation) about it?"
Now, I personally know nothing about being related to the Georgetown descendants. However, I am having the hardest, darndest time figuring out my family tree past the 1850's on most sides. (I haven't had a chance to even touch writing about the family tree stuff yet on this blog. The DNA stuff is a lot!)
Plus, I figured what the hey? I could submit something and if nothing came of it then no love lost. However, if I was included, it might provide some credibility to family members and others that may be able to help me but do not understand why I am working on this journey. I'm not much of a creative writer after working in business for so long, so I replied in bullet format/ memo style:
My experiences as an African-American in the deep south researching her heritage are:
(1) It is really difficult.
(2)The records are hard to sift through. I am one of few in
my family to hold a master's degree from university, and this is much
more difficult than obtaining that. My degree is even in information
systems, and it's still difficult. I feel as if I need degrees in
history, anthropology, genetics, etc. to understand the mounds of
disconnected information.
(3) Many of my family members and friends do not understand
why I am trying to do this. For that reason, I have little support. The
support that I have been given though has been amazing, and I think
that it is because those individuals recognize how difficult the task is
because they have attempted it to some degree before.
(4) Our elder family members did not discuss the past very
much, and now many of them have passed on. I figure that to them, it
might have been painful or shameful or both, but I do not know for sure.
(5) DNA tests are really expensive. So far I have spent
over $1000 in 2016, and I need to spend at least $1000 more to get
various other family members tested to try to unravel the history and
relationships. Again, because I am the only one in my family that sees
this as that important, I must foot the bill for these tests myself.
(6) I have DNA from all over the world, and many locations
are those that I would never expect like Haiti, Jamaica, and Barbados. I
have a small amount of Native American heritage that is not uncommon,
but intriguingly it is from South America. I expected lots of West
African, but I did not expect to see East, Central, or North African. I
also did not expect to see some South Asian or Middle East. I expected
to see European countries like Britain, Spain, France, but not Sweden,
Finland, or Russian. My blood truly representative of the term "melting
pot."
(7) I have lots of matches in South Carolina, Virginia, and
North Carolina, but I have no idea who the common ancestors are. I hit
the wall of slavery big time both in my search for genealogy records and
relationships with DNA matches.
Oh, and I want to add that I think it is appalling that slave
descendants are not given these test for free after all that has been
taken from us for free in this country.
Apparently getting straight to the point works pretty well...LOL. She sent me an email asking for a telephone interview on Labor Day. I was glad that I noticed the email. We chatted about 30 minutes. I wasn't sure what would happen after that, but she told me she would keep me updated on the progress of the article.
Guess what? I was chosen to be in the article! As far as I know, no other close family members have tested yet (except two that I found out about when they popped up as a match, but we had not discussed testing among each other.) I'm not giving up hope. I plan to one day find all of my ancestors that got off the boat(s) in this thang.
...until next time...