The Nameless One finds out we have African DNA in us, and she's off and running about she 'doesn't know how to be black.'

 

OK. I swore I wouldn't write anymore about The Nameless One, but.... I discovered another freaking bizarre piece of nonsense.

So I'm awake at 2am, June 25, had a little snack and winding down to go back to bed and googling stuff and something told me to google The Nameless One. And a blog post of hers from a year ago shows up. "Small bits of African DNA in my white-European genome." 

Well, this intrigued me so I had to go do a look-see. 

Okay, the post itself is a rundown of our genetic background and her reaction to it. Siblings share the same genetic background. I never had my DNA tested, but since The Nameless One had it done, and then one of my older sisters had it done (which both are identical), so why should I spend the money? 

I've known for awhile now that I'm a basic American Mutt - I got all sorts of ethnicities in me. Mostly German. But I don't identify as German. I identify as "American Mixed Mongrel" -- but actually - I identify myself as ..... ME. 

I just happen to be married to a black man. Whose ethnic background is (obviously) Black, and also Cherokee, and Latino.This does not make ME black, Cherokee, or Latino. 

The exBFF once remarked to me: "You're like me - black-oriented." -- huh? 

Um, I'm married to a black dude, I like the old time Motown Sound, I took a American Black History course in my senior year in high school -- doesn't make me black. 

My first husband was from Yemen. I've loved Arabian mythology since I was a kid, loved watching belly dancers so much, I decided to be one myself. I've read the Koran, learned a smattering of the Arabic language - none of that makes me Arab.

Whatever interests I have in my life doesn’t make me them. I like science fiction. Especially Star Trek and the Vulcan Mr. Spock. Doesn’t make me Vulcan. 

I like cats. I’ve had several cats as pets. Doesn’t make me feline. 

I like the music of the late Greek electronic musician Vangelis. I like souvlaki - doesn’t make me Greek.

So having a black husband does not make ME black or black-oriented. 

So let’s get back to The Nameless One. What does The Nameless One have to say about her finding out about having a smidgen of African DNA in her? 

She whines that she's been white all her life and DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE BLACK.

Okay, so now I find out that not only am I married to a black man, I’m part black myself. Hmmm. Interesting. Intriguing. -- But only to the point that it is a testament as to how human beings have migrated and mixed together for all these thousand of years. And in the wonderment of who my ancestors were, where they came from, that their DNA is a part of me. However - I am still ME. I am in charge of my life and live it the way I see fit. And I don’t live it to be black or white because of who I am married to.

Both The Nameless One and the exBFF sure have some crazy ideas about life. 

https://forbiddenfamily.com/2023/05/25/small-bits-of-african-dna-in-my-white-european-genome/