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BREAKING! New Ancestry.Com Shaky Leaf** Revels the Racist Roots of George Floyd
byVanderleunonJune 12, 2020
Yes, my diligent research at Ancestry.comhas just revealed that George Floyd is actually an Anglo-African-American. Yes, Pretty Boy Floyd and Boy George’s love child has been identified as George Floyd whose grandfather was, through the line of Boy George, Lloyd George.
**AncestryDNA discoveries made easier with the help of the shaky leaf. This new kind of hint will help you easily spot a DNA match who shares an ancestor with you—we call it the “Shared Ancestor Hint”. Those who are familiar with the shaky leaf on Ancestry.com know that it’s an exciting hint that could lead you to a new family discovery. So look for it in your AncestryDNA results, right next to your DNA matches as shown in this image:
I can imagine some Churchillian witicism: “It explains so much, and yet so little….”
That DNA stuff can be tricky. I discovered that my maternal grandmother was alive and a few miles from where I was in 1982. I never met her, and thought she was dead.
We always assumed, with good reason, that my mom had a lot of Native American blood. The DNA says no. But I was working on my father’s side, and discovered that my 5th great-grandfather on my father’s side was a chief of the Cherokee nation about 1750. He may be from the group that never made the Trail of Tears, and still has a reservation in North Carolina. His daughter married my 4th great grandfather, and it makes me 1/64 Cherokee, if I did the math right. That’s twice as much as Cousin Elizabeth Warren!
BandmeetingJune 12, 2020, 11:46 AM
Gordon Scott. I have a sort of adopted sister that everyone thought was seriously Cherokee. If you were casting a movie you’d put her in as a squaw without a second thought. Her dad was even from Vinita, OK, home of the Cherokee Nation (I think).
DNA? Hawaiian. Hah.
Gordon ScottJune 12, 2020, 12:53 PM
Bandmeeting, exactly. A guy walked in to my mom’s shop, 400 miles from her birthplace, and said, “You’re from Konowa, Oklahoma. You look just like the people there.”
Konowa is home of a branch of the Oklahoma Seminole nation, which was shoved west during the Trail of Tears. My mother was born there in 1936.
But the DNA? Says I am 89 percent British isles, the rest Scandi. Still, I can go onto both the Chippewa and Sioux reservations around here, and people think I am kin.
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Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
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Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
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Your heart will be strong
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Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
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In America
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And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
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To a new waking dream
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Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
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Until I see
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** AncestryDNA discoveries made easier with the help of the shaky leaf. This new kind of hint will help you easily spot a DNA match who shares an ancestor with you—we call it the “Shared Ancestor Hint”. Those who are familiar with the shaky leaf on Ancestry.com know that it’s an exciting hint that could lead you to a new family discovery. So look for it in your AncestryDNA results, right next to your DNA matches as shown in this image:
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D07J5-lnHvU
I can imagine some Churchillian witicism: “It explains so much, and yet so little….”
That DNA stuff can be tricky. I discovered that my maternal grandmother was alive and a few miles from where I was in 1982. I never met her, and thought she was dead.
We always assumed, with good reason, that my mom had a lot of Native American blood. The DNA says no. But I was working on my father’s side, and discovered that my 5th great-grandfather on my father’s side was a chief of the Cherokee nation about 1750. He may be from the group that never made the Trail of Tears, and still has a reservation in North Carolina. His daughter married my 4th great grandfather, and it makes me 1/64 Cherokee, if I did the math right. That’s twice as much as Cousin Elizabeth Warren!
Gordon Scott. I have a sort of adopted sister that everyone thought was seriously Cherokee. If you were casting a movie you’d put her in as a squaw without a second thought. Her dad was even from Vinita, OK, home of the Cherokee Nation (I think).
DNA? Hawaiian. Hah.
Bandmeeting, exactly. A guy walked in to my mom’s shop, 400 miles from her birthplace, and said, “You’re from Konowa, Oklahoma. You look just like the people there.”
Konowa is home of a branch of the Oklahoma Seminole nation, which was shoved west during the Trail of Tears. My mother was born there in 1936.
But the DNA? Says I am 89 percent British isles, the rest Scandi. Still, I can go onto both the Chippewa and Sioux reservations around here, and people think I am kin.