Adventures in Ancestry: The North & South Of It
When I was in third grade, I arrived home from school very, very angry. We had learned about slavery that day and since I knew my mother was born and raised in Louisiana, a southern state, she was, I believed, responsible for it. In hindsight, I admit this was a bit melodramatic – even for a 9-year-old – but it also doesn’t erase that my 9-year-old mind and heart both understood that there was…
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