A few days ago Rev. Al Sharpton discovered that his descendants were once owned by the descendants of the late Senator Strom Thurmond (the one with the secret black baby). I know how progressive black people feel about having one person speak for all of us so I will only speak for me and probably most of my close friends. I don't think I am ready to find out what white family owned my kin folks. That's a psychological barrier I am not prepared to climb. I guess it's ok to find out what tribe you are from unless you are from the one that sold the first slaves. Then you have to deal with being the brothers that started this madness. What if you are a supervisor somewhere full of confidence then you find out that the janitor's great great grandfather used to make your great great grandfather pull the plow when the donkey got tired. I don't care who you are, that's going to bother you. I think I am cool knowing my people are from the 7th Ward. No one owned us once we got that far.
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I just have one thing to say to Al Sharpton. WHO THE FUCK CARES!!!!!All of us were once owned by white people. Al needs to get over it like he needs to get over wearing that damn perm.
I met someone at college, 500 miles from home, who had my family name. Presumably, his (my) ancestors owned my people somewhere along the line. Even though unexpected, it wasn't all that traumatic.
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