I love history because for me it is an opportunity for us to right the errors of the past if we will be but take the time to learn from the mistakes that of the past.
While I was working on my own complete family genealogy, I begin to feel this connection with my ancestors and I began to really feel that I was somehow letting them down. I felt the years of struggle of a people who lived during a time when their voice was silenced by slavery, and society. My own family is made up of African Ancestry, Native American Ancestry, & European Ancestry and so I felt this unique call from each of those races to learn from them and to try to unite them.
History is an even greater teacher when it becomes personal…..
As a child, I have always appreciated diversity and had this great desire to fill my life with the fruits of that but with the concrete example of my own ancestry heightened this awareness in me.
One of the greatest blessings and rewards of history is to truly hear from the ghosts of the past. One day while I sat pouring through the documents of my ancestors, I began to focus on what I had before me. I was looking at a glimpse of the life of a person who had lived years before and was gone but they had left a footprint in the sands of time for me and for anyone else who would take the time to pay attention.
My passion for history is part of that discovery, being a super sleuth and finding all the clues of a past that have been long ago forgotten and bringing those ancient voices back to life. The moments of joy, love, laughter that filled a person’s life.
If I am composed of the DNA of all those who have gone before me then I am this patchwork quilt of their life and their memories, their experiences and so each of their voices cry out to me because they are all a part of me, my bones, the truest essence of who I am as a person.
As African Americans we are this anomaly this patchwork quilt of many races, and people. We are the product of racial harmony. We must honor the memory and legacy of the giants who have gone before us.
It is in this moment that we must choose to make an effort to build the type of community and world where we want to live. It is time to let our voice began to rise above. We must become a real part of the Change that we want to see happen, we owe that to the memory of those who have gone before.