Who Am I?

I’ve been arguing with my computer for about a week, and losing!  It needs a good spring-cleaning.  First it wouldn’t let me access my blog-stats via the front door.  I had to sneak in the Manage My Blogs back door and access them that way.  Now it won’t even do that.  Because of that, I’ve read more Fresh Pressed blogs than I would normally.  One was from a 100% Chinese female, born in the USA.  Who does she root for in the Olympics?  Aha!  A blog theme, and off we go.

Who am I?  I’m a Canadian mongrel mutt, and proud of it.  I am everyman, and every race.  I have the blood of so many races and ethnicities flowing in my veins, I feel like a bowl of Skittles.  I don’t understand “racial purists”, whether redneck white supremacists, or Sikh exclusionists.  There may be a few lost valleys of uncontaminated human DNA in the world, but, more and more, the rest of us are being run through the societal blender.  A recent study said that within a hundred years, the world skin color will be beige.  Even Hitler was one eighth Jewish.  People like the above-mentioned supremacists often are, unknowingly, what they claim to hate.

With three proven Scottish ancestors, for years I’ve told people that I’m one quarter English and three-quarters Scottish.  I am afflicted with the family name Smith, the second-most-common English name.  A surprising free week of study by my daughter on Ancestry.ca revealed that my “English” male ancestor was actually a Hessian who came over to fight for the British in the American War of Independence around 1776.  He survived the war, but didn’t want to return to Europe and managed to stay.  My English side started with a German named Schmidt.  He married a newly arrived English girl, and so did the next several succeeding generations, till Schmidt was changed to Smith, and one of them wandered north into Canada.

The remaining three-quarters Scottish is even more complex and interwoven.  The term Scottish is geo-political, and didn’t exist much more than a thousand years ago.  There is no Scottish race.  The Picts held most of what is now Scotland for centuries.  They fought and interbred with Gaels and Britons.  The Romans tried to sweep up into Scotland, and were swept right back out.  Over the centuries, invaders have found what the Russians, and many others, have learned about Afghanistan.  They could not take and hold the wild mountains and wilder inhabitants.

Many “Roman” soldiers were actually from other countries around the Mediterranean and Europe.  After the Romans left, the Celts and Welsh tried invading the Northland, with about as much success.  Later, the Anglo-Saxons tried invading, in an attempt to form one cohesive kingdom.  The northern tribes amalgamated to preserve their freedom.  Irish Gaels rowed over and slowly brought Christianity to the pagans.  This is why there is an Irish, and a Scottish Gaelic language, incomprehensible to each other.

The Vikings, from three or four Scandinavian countries, roamed the isles and mountains for many years.  Each of these waves of invaders left behind some men, and genetic deposits with local females.  The Spanish Armada, like the Roman Army was actually crewed by sailors of a wide variety of races, including black Moors, from North Africa.  When it was decisively defeated in the English Channel, several of the ships were driven north to the Scottish shore, where the survivors were integrated among the anti-English population.  The Moors were the origination of the term Black Scots.

My maternal grandparents came to Canada from Glasgow, where they were both weavers.  My grandfather was the Keeper of the Patterns, responsible for the production of all Tartans at his mill.  He was a Lowlander, living near the sea.  Several times he had ill words to say about highlanders, descendents of Gaels and Britons.  He claimed they were all stupid, useless oafs, good only for fighting among themselves, and with others.  Grandpa was a short, powerful, dark-haired man, unlike the tall, rangy, fair-skinned, red-haired uplanders.

It is possible (likely?) that he was descended from the disappeared Picts.  One day, when I was about four, our family visited Mom’s family.  The women were inside, doing women things.  My Dad and one of the uncles had started a game of horse-shoes.  The conversation had included another example of Granddad’s disdain for Highlanders.  Another uncle went into the house to get another beer, leaving me sitting on the ground next to the old man.  He was an intelligent, educated and well-read man.  Years later I remembered him speaking, if not to me, then near me.  If memory serves, he said, “They came among us with fire and sword, and drove us from our homes.  But we, the small folk prevailed, and live among them still, unbowed, unnoticed!”  The quote would probably be from a book, rather than from him, but it supports the Pictish background theory.

Who am I?  I am an inclusive citizen of the world.  The blood of countless races and cultures flows through my veins.  I am the result of great plans, and great failures.  I am like a fine Scottish whiskey, the synergistic total being more than the sum of the merely good parts, and the product being both pleasing and stimulating.  Not as hokey as Bill Shatner but, I am Canadian.  I am Me, and I am proud of both, and all the parts it took to make me what I am.

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16 thoughts on “Who Am I?

  1. Rick says:

    What, Bill Shatner hokey? I daresay you haven’t heard his rendition of Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds. Truly his most serious, and most talented piece ever. 🙂

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Damned by faint praise, and damned with no praise, while I’m at it. I remember “T. J. Hooker”. Are you familiar with the designation PTSD?

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      • Rick says:

        I would recall the show, and the related trauma, but I firmly believe that the blank patches evoked when I try to recall those moments are my mind’s method of handling such undue stresses. 😉

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  2. kayjai says:

    Hmmm…perhaps two Scots think alike? Aye, there’s the rub. My Dad, when I asked my ancestry, used to shrug and say “You’re Scotch of course.” I guess my red hair had something to do with that statement…I’ve also got some French and German thrown in there for good measure. Nice post, Archon! “I am Canadian. I am Me, and I am proud of both, and all the parts it took to make me what I am.”

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  3. Yeah. I’m pretty much a mongrel too. Dad was English, whatever blend that might be, and Mom was Heinz 57. I’ve been told there’s a little American Indian in the mix somewhere but, unfortunately, not enough for a treaty number.

    As for racial purity? We are, one and all, Earthlings.

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  4. Amen, bro. I don’t think there’s such a thing as pure Scottish, pure Irish, or anything else, really. There’s been so much mixing and matching through war, migration, etc, over the millenia, it’s all one big stew now. My mother’s family is from Sicily, from a town that was settled by Arabs way back when. And since Sicily has been visited by so many groups over the years, there’s probably a ton of different peoples in my mix. Same with my Irish half. Irish/Spanish/Viking/whatever.

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  5. Jim Wheeler says:

    A true analysis, well and beautifully told from your personal perspective, Archon. Well done!

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  6. Sightsnbytes says:

    You are what we Newfies refer to as ‘Heinz 57’…nice post, I love history!

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  7. sharechair says:

    One of my passions is genealogy, and I thoroughly enjoyed your post. Anyone who climbs the family tree will probably be surprised at some of those branches. Thanks for such an interesting post!

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  8. Nicole says:

    Nicely put Archon! If someone asks me what I am, I usually respond American, or if I really am irritated, I just say human.

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  9. whiteladyinthehood says:

    That WAS a good post, Archon. I’m German, Cherokee, and I think Irish.

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