Recently I updated my Ancestry.com DNA report, as prompted on the website. What a nice surprise I suddenly saw on my screen. Besides being all Western European, I have one or more ancestors from the Gold Coast / Ghana region of west Africa.
Given that I made a choice back in the 1960’s that I preferred being around African American culture, and married a black woman, and have all these years lived with black women and my godchildren, I said to myself, “well, this does make sense now.” Of course, I know that having such a tad of DNA from Africa would not pre-destine me to have an affinity for African American culture. I am still not sure what did, and does, make me feel more at home around black people. Likely I will never figure that out, but I would answer if asked, “Because they show much greater warmth and feeling, are welcoming of strangers, and are forgiving, and racism is almost non-existent among them.”
DNA has many twists and turns, and certainly it affects phenotype (how we “look”), but ethnicity is so much more complex.
What I do have now is a better feeling of who I am as a human being. All humans began their journey through time in Africa, long, long ago, but now knowing I have a “recent” real connection does make me feel good.
One of my black godsons said a day ago, “I would have bet on it,” referring to my finding. Others of my family also felt this confirmed a similar feeling in their hearts. So it is nice to feel my inheritance is now a little more global, and accords with my present familial environs.
So I had a nice week.