“That we are here at all is a miracle.”
Consider this: In order for you to have been born, even if we only go back 12 generations (an arbitrary cut-off), it required 4,094 people: parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents, and so forth and so on. There are legions of people with legions of stories of love, joy, pain, deprivation, passion, sorrows, triumph, and tragedy—in short, real lives of real people whose real actions, brought about your very existence.
That we are here at all is a miracle.
That we are descended from Confederate soldiers in this march of the generations, along with those who came before and those that came after, provides us with a rare insight into our place in the historical drama played out during our sojourn in the Americas.
We are not rootless people. We may not be able to easily go back 12 generations, but we can understand that one’s identity—even if someone picks up another to replace it, which is mere self-deceit—is determined by our forefathers (and mothers) and the choices that they made for the sake of their children and their children’s children, as their own father’s and mother’s had done before them. Reflecting on this reality gives us a sense of being someone from somewhere—more than a mere individual sloshing about in…