I am one something away from being completely broken.
Maybe I will get better at having nice blogs if I stopped abandoning them.
I have written two new posts on my genealogy blog. If you are into that sort of thing check them out here.
Not all cops are bad.
Not all white people are racists.
Not all black people are criminals.
I unequivocally believe those three things, but it does not change the truth of what is going on.
I am utterly speechless at the back flips, twists and turns, and plain perfect gymnastics that many, I mean many, people are going through to deny that racism does exist.
It hurts to know that many people who are exhausting themselves out to explain away this hatred are people I count(ed) as friends, mentors, coworkers, and even family.
I am not sure if I ever wrote about my Vietnamese cousin discovered through DNA about three years ago. Well, one day in my results I saw a second cousin match. I was excited, because I had no idea who this close match was. I contacted him and learned that he was an AmerAsian born during the Vietnam War to an American soldier. He now lived in the States and desperately wanted to find his father but had no information other than he was African American. My tree was filled mainly with the dead but not many born after the 1920s.
I compared him to my tested siblings and determined it had to be a connection through my mom’s side. I had him tested at 23andMe to increase his chances of getting a match. Nothing. (The original test was at FTDNA.) He was then tested at Ancestry and for two years nothing.It wasn’t until two weeks ago that he got a sister match (that matched me and my siblings).
Long story short, his grandmother is my great grandmother’s niece. His father and grandmother are still alive.
Currently, 23andMe is giving away chances to win a free 23andMe kit. They are giving away 100 of them. So, check it out!
I am starting a snippet series of why I don’t feel like the place that I have moved to is home.
1. There are no alleys here.
2. Unplanned sprawl.
3. Never ever experienced such unaware racism in any other place such as here before.
I have taken to posting quick snippets by phone.
I have a hard time reconciling how someone who comes off as being a decent person can support someone whose ideals stand in direct opposition with basic humanity. Well, that is until they talk more about their own ideals. I find it more puzzling on why they seem to not be able to comprehend that I will never be part of that world just because who I was born as. People really do live in the most Pollyanna of bubbles.
I will begin this entry with an announcement. Just as my whole giveaway of DNA kits began, it will now end. I have talked three of my half sibling who are searching for their fathers to test with Ancestry. I bought those tests. So, I am not in the position to purchase more tests at this time. Sorry.
My personal opinion is if you care a little about your ancestors, $99 is a steal for the test. Please note that learning about your ancestors does not mean looking at some ethnicity results. It would serve you better to look and reach out to your matches. You share DNA with those people after all.
About four weeks ago a set of friends, two (one of them brought a friend with) came to visit me in my new home. It went well but there was still a disconnect. Last weekend, another set of friends came to visit. It went as I thought it would. They tried to convince me to love the Pacific Northwest, where I moved to, and to also give up on what will make me happy.
I have come to the conclusion that I am not made for friendship. I am giving up on it. This does not mean that I will be rude to people, but I am tired of feeling left out, out of place, not a good fit, and inferior. I am absolutely exhausted from being told that what will make me happy is wrong because it won’t make someone else happy. In the last year, I have cut ties with ten people and one, the dearest one to me, has cut ties with me. Maybe I am the bad seed in all of this. (I don’t necessarily believe there is a truly bad person in this case though.) As the saying goes, I can be miserable all by myself. I am all by myself and have been when I thought I wasn’t anyway.