My Family Story

The author belongs to a club whose conversation is visually related to the habits of the members' relatives. A few days ago, the member Doug Watkins was talking about his uncle. He tried to make an unusual explanation about one of his uncles, but Doug did not seem to be interested. When he thought about it, the author thought his relatives had nothing strange or rare. They were married and very happy and had a great time at the party.

As an adult I realized that the story of my family felt like a taboo and when it was actually a very familiar story it might be quiet. In January 2015, I sent tweets on Twitter and asked if their grandfather had two families. The reaction is overwhelming and people comment for hours. It is a conversation about black people, especially those who maintain one or more families, or who are engaged in extra-marital problems in many cases. From 1940 to 1970, we discovered that the incidence of such activities is not only Americans but also very high - people all over the world thought that it was a phenomenon that could not be denied. What is going on ...... Really?

The story of my family is not always unique. Most of my family is mixed in the era of slavery. We decided that the black people are in America. My whole family is African American, my family is all kinds of people. My ancestors were enslaved, and if you checked the "black" box of your birth certificate, Jim Crow did not discriminate. My grandparents came from Louisiana. Ethnic blends are not new information for us. In my house family tree discussion, if they are descendants of slave owners, most blacks will be told by their families. Sometimes they know the name of the slave owner, sometimes they do not know. Robert E. Lee, Jefferson Davis and other league leaders are black descendants familiar with families that this is the fact. DNA just confirms what they said

I am quite clear about my family story. My grandmother, light is enough to pass through the white by deciding to marry a dark man to despise her family at the darkest end of the spectrum. My grandmother's family has a high opinion about themselves and people still do everything as they think they are white. Our expanded relationship eliminates us. Those who decided that we are not under them still treat me differently from skin-colored cousins. This is not one time. This is the story of almost all black families I have ever seen. In addition to the brightness of skin color, there is no other reason to raise the identity of the story. Caucasians never seem to notice that they have the privilege. The simple fact that the whole race provides privileges to groups of people approaching you will give me the first hint