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.
- 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?
- 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.