What Kind of an American Am I?
From Witches to Baptist Ministers to Native Americans, My Family Heritage Holds Many Stories. But I’m Not Sure Which Ones Are Mine.
I am American. That much I know—but my life’s experience has never taken me beyond that in any way, up until this point. While many Americans embrace their ancestry as part of their national identity, I never have parsed my own beyond simply being, well, American. And white.
I certainly have stories of my family’s past, shaped by witches, warfare, and the Wild West. But with every generation, an ancestral tradition has been shed, a cultural touchstone tweaked, through choice or force, until I arrived at the no man’s …
