This bothers me...has bothered me for a very long time. I know black people who have visited Africa. Yeah I've got the means, but why the Hell would I want to go. I feel no connection to a home I've never known. Who are my people? It's not enough that they're simply black like me. That's just silly. Nope...I must know.
I volunteered for my family's historian chapter. We research and try to complete the family tree. Of course we haven't gotten far because in the American slave trade, at one time Blacks weren't considered "human" so there were no birth certificates, just barely documented sales receipts.
My desire to know more brought me to Ancestry[dot]com, and I took the DNA test. I can now say my family came from specific areas in, not just Africa, but the World.
My results said I'm 89% African, 11% European:Africa 89% -
Africa Southeastern Bantu 7%
Ivory Coast/Ghana 2%
Africa South-Central Hunter-Gatherers 1%
Europe 11% -
Iberian Peninsula 3%
Scandinavia < 1%
Finland/Northwest Russia < 1%
Nope, I'm still not African-American. I'm not simply Black, although I'll still call myself that. More specifically I'm a mutt. I am not 100% anything. I'm a product of this melting pot that is America.
Yet, today I'm happy I know more about the recipe that created "me".