The Ancestors
I really want to tell y'all something really validating, especially as a Black witch though it's a little sad too.
You know how we just choose our ancestors? We decide that on these people of the past, the Black people we remember and such, they're our ancestors now?
They do the same to us.
I was 13. Walking the same footsteps that many slaves had on Washington's plantation. Seeing these little shacks that could barely hold up. Those were where our people slept, spoke of freedoms, whispered fears. That is where they stayed and we're forced to reside. I looked at the fields that our people used to be in.
Spirituals rang in my head that day, songs I've never heard before while I was lingering behind the group. Sounds of whispers and the feeling of eyes laid on me.
Eyes of wonder, amazement, curiosity. They didn't know me, I didn't know them. But in that moment, they understood we had prospered, we were thriving. In that moment, I was their child, I was beyond their wildest dreams.
Small black girl, cuddled up in warm clothes, not confined to labor, free of chains. Staring back into how far we have come.
As far as I know, I have no connection to that plantation. I don't know where we came from, and I doubt I ever truly will.
Understand that they had to deal with their friends and families being split apart, sold to another who would brutalize and torture our people, creating hell on earth for us.
They know we can't find our specific ancestry! They know and just as we reach out to them without a care of how they are connected to us, whether we are truly related or not, they don't care either. They see us, and call us kin and cheer on our prosperity because we are their legacy regardless.
We do not claim them. They do not claim us, we just reached and grasped the other side. So if you're willing, reach.