As a child I was told that my ancestral heritage included being Swedish, Irish, English, German, and Native American.
"Wow, Native American -- that's an Indian", I thought as a kid. To me that was pretty amazing, especially with all the movies about Indians I'd seen in theaters and on TV. In my teens I learned about the real struggles of Indians, especially the ones living on reservations, problems which included alcoholism and disease. Not a pretty picture like all the myths I'd grown up believing. I felt sadness and curiousity with that discovery. Today I feel honored to have Native American ancestry.
Imagine finding out many years later (aprox. 2003) that my great-grandmother was Jewish, meaning I also have a German-Jewish heritage. (Follows the maternal bloodline.) That explains the inexplicable affinity all my life with people whom I later learned were Jewish. I thought my new found heritage would be the biggest surprise of my life. Was I wrong! After all, what could possibly top this Christian man actually being Jewish?
Well, finding out in 2009 that I'm also African-American did the trick. (That certainly explains some things). Once again that amazing and constant affinity was, and is, present.
For my entire life when I hear someone use the 'n' word or make some stupid joke about indians, I get this sick feeling throughout my body. I used to wonder why I would be offended on a physical level about something not connected to me. Surprise, I am connected, and still effected on the DNA level.
My purpose in writing this brief article is to make you think about the uniqueness of your own heritage -- who you are. Remember, everybody comes from an 'old family' that traces all the way back to the very beginning of human existence. Each and every one of us. I repeat, absolutely everyone.
--JONSSON