My Ancestors and Heritage

My ancestors went to Guyana, only English country in South America, by boats from different continents. My mother, Indian, father, Negro, ate the forbidden fruit. I was rejected from conception, amidst the hate and confusion.

Family and Childhood

Old enough to walk, I became my older brothers Datson and Davids keeper. They were mute, deaf and later blind; I was their ears, mouth and later eyes. Allegedly, curse on my mother from her father for marring a Black man. Nothing stopped me from loving, caring, being proud of them.

Bigotry, hatred, ignorance engulfed my childhood in a providently Indian village. We were dehumanized like animals, freaks and slaves. Even the good Madras people of Whim couldn't stop the horror of being Mixed. In the house of silence, practicing my vocabulary/hearing on animals. Am an animal lover till today.

Cultural Identity and Experiences

Was told am Indian, speak, pray in Hindi and Sanskrit, keep away from Blacks; they eat Indian children with curly hair. After ten, this barefooted Indian found her other half. Allowed to enter their homes, gravitated and become a runaway.

Freedom and New Beginnings

Giant ants, deepwater, dunce cap, ostracized. Mommy died, Cinderella abuse stopped when my dearest Uncle Bertram set me free on an elephant - five-dollar bill. Like barnacle, I clamped to the first man in freedom town. He gave me three beautiful children, when nothing left to clamp onto, he forced me to fly without wings.

Flew to America, cold, homeless, penniless. A Stranger gave me some silver. I slept under friends' table, a kind family made me and mine American Citizens. No job was too many. Goodwill perfect for low-maintenance like us.

Hope, Resilience, and Gratitude

Education and focus, #1 priority. I thank/forgive those haters who looked down at me, they gave me the will to rise. I have my David, and, for not eating my young, God blessed me with six grandchildren.