I LOVE THE CELTICS!!!! The playoff series they've been in with the Chicago Bulls has been insanely stressful for me to watch lol. I think every game has gone into over time. With Garnett injured it's been a challenge but they've done well. When I was looking up the Celtics to find a picture to post here I thought the one above was interesting. That icon looks nothing like the makeup of that team. An old white man with a stick???

The three MOST successful men on the team are black. Maybe the Celtics can reconsider that man and replace with something that encompasses the past, present, and future of the team. Just a thought...

Along those lines-I've always been slightly obsessed with finding my ancestry. Looking in the mirror most of my childhood yielded the obvious, I'm black. But I've always wondered what that exactly meant. Yes I come from American slavery, yes I come from families fleeing the south, yes I come from hardworking people willing to give all they had for the successors. But still...what does THAT mean? Making frequent trips to the south, for the better part of my childhood, allowed me to have a better understanding than most on what exactly it meant to come from a line of slavery even though you yourself and your parents have always been "free". I heard countless stories of the KKK that chased my grandfather and my father and uncle. I passed the pecan trees my grandfather used to pick. I traveled dirt roads that lead to the outskirts of town where blacks created small communities, safe havens, and homes. I listened as my father talked about Miami and how good things were compared to his summers in Alabama sleeping in a cabin with a tin roof, a cabin that his grandfather made with his very hands. Even as I write this, recounting all these things in my heard, my hearts races. THIS is who I am. I encompass the effects of America's secrets, injustices, and greatest wound. But.....if my grandfather looks more like a white man than a black one. This one side of my family line cannot be enough to pacify me.

That's where I always struggled. If you're black, people don't ask what you are. They prejudge you when they see you're skin. But just because God has permanently kissed my skin with the Sun's rays doesn't mean that all I can and ever be is black. So through research I've come to know that there was a plantation and the owner's name was John Best. My mother's maiden name is Best. Connection? Yes! That man John Best was Irish and he was given a slave from Africa and they had many children. He is my 4th great grandfather. Not that far away!!! So that is a part of my history, my lineage, and me. I come from those who were free and those who were enslaved.