What’s going on?!?

Oh ye-ah!!!!

Bringin’ me to my roots

Oh Meg, I deeply bow to you. I have never seen or heard of Supaman! I Thank you kindly for introducing this incredible man into my life. If you look at me, I’m just another white girl. But my roots run deep, in the Yurok Tribe. I am almost half, not quite, but almost. I’ve terribly wanted to explore my ancestry, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I feel the yearning call of my ancestors, yet I don’t listen. Why? You might ask. Well it’s simply/complicatingly 2 things inhibiting me.

  1. I look like every other white girl wanna-be trying to fit myself in a culture I don’t belong (what I imagine the thoughts and whispers would be at my appearance). Basically, What the hell is that white girl doing here?
  2. And my Yurok ancestry stems from my maternal grandfather. The one that caused my damage. The one I will spend the rest of my life healing from. How can I explore my ancestry and not think about him? Do I really want to go down that road? Currently? Absolutely Not.

It’s been hard on me, for sure. Because that is where my very existence comes from. I wouldn’t be here without him. I feel like I am abandoning my heritage. When all I am really trying to do is protect myself. Maybe I’m just being silly. But then again, maybe not.

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