For the majority of my life I had an extremely fractured relationship with my ancestors. As a White American of European descent, I was cloaked in the guilt and shame that came with the reality of knowing that my ancestors had enslaved and committed genocide against entire continents of people. Thus, in my attempt to make things right, I did all that I could to learn about white privilege, white fragility, white woman tears, reparations, land back, wealth redistribution, police and prison abolition, the construction of race, and so on—all the while, distancing myself as much as possible from my European ancestors that I believed were to blame for all of the violence and trauma that we are all still experiencing on a global level today.
The shame of my Whiteness and the hatred that I felt towards my ancestors left me entirely disconnected from the full complexity of their lived experiences. It stripped them of their humanity and denied all of the gifts, blessings, and teachings that they had to offer me. More than anything, it erased their histories of having been colonized, oppressed, enslaved, and ripped from their European indigineity long before they, themselves, became the colonizers, oppressors, and slave traders/owners that they eventually became. Thus, in rejecting the multi-layered reality of their stories, I, too, robbed myself of the ability to understand how my ancestors’ pain and suffering transformed them and laid the groundwork for the invention of Whiteness that has occurred over the past 500 years.
It has taken me years to find compassion and forgiveness for my ancestors. It has taken me years to fully embrace and accept the rich and colorful offerings that they have been holding out to me. It has taken me years to learn how to honor the sacredness of their native languages, ancestral foods and medicines, shamanic healing lineages, warrior codes, folk songs and stories, and connections to the land of their original territories. Above all, it has taken me years to open up enough space in my heart to hold the 2,000 years of suffering, pain, and trauma that they lived as people who have an intimate familiarity with both sides of the colonized/colonizer experience. Thus, in opening the door for deeper relationship and understanding, I have begun the process of allowing my ancestors to heal through me as a child of their lineage who is ready and willing to truly know who they were, what they lost, and what prayers they have been holding for their descendants.
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