All F*ing Related

Face it, we’re all related—for realz!

I’ve uncovered about a hundred different family names in my family tree. I got people from the continent of Africa (likely the Benin/Togo region); folks from Ireland, Scotland and all over the U.K.; and it’s pretty likely some of the brown-skinned folks are indigenous (which means they came from Asia). All of ‘em prolly migrated from Africa, but I ain’t even got to go there for this.

The big change in so-called civilization is that we are getting away from the tribal BS. Face it, keeping the group “pure” meant a lot of in-breeding. Our shit is going global. Diversity is the bomb and nature got a way of forcing our hand so we mix shit up as much as possible. There’s a crew—let’s call them the 1%—clinging to the old way. It’s killing them. They have to break out of that shit. That’s what a Royal wedding between Prince Harry and Meghan Markle is really the fuck about.

Quiet as it’s kept, Harry/Meghan ain’t the first mixed royal marriage. George III married Sophie Charlotte who they say is the first Black queen of England and the last queen in the American colonies. Ironic AF, Charlottesville, VA where the Unite the Right Rally got Heather Heyer killed, is named after a sista’. None of those racists knuckleheads got the frigging memo.

This ain’t about who’s Black and who’s whatever the frack. The point I’m making is, when you start tracing shit back, you find out pretty quick that we’re all related, one way or other. We might not be in a direct line, but somebody 4th or 5th cousin is married to somebody else great-great-great something. Y’all know that shit is true. Forget six degrees of separation. More likely we straight up six degrees of blood relation up in this mo’ fo.

We spend so much time trying to fight over turf. I do that shit too. You can’t do this to me because I’m this and you’re that and now I get to be offended and that makes me morally better than your ass. Y’all know exactly what the bleep I’m talking about. Don’t try and be innocent. No wonder White people are trying to get in the game. We respond to life under capitalism and oppression by capitalizing identity and using that to oppress each other. Lol!

If me and any five strangers got in a room and started through our family tree, I’d put money we find our way to each other over time. If we DNA test, that shit would be over lickety split! Science be sayin’ back like 200,000 years there was an actual person related to everybody on the planet by blood. So, even if you don’t want to do all the math and follow tree branches, you can rest sure AF that we got genes in common. As we said as kids “Whatever you say, sticks right back on you!”

So, go ahead and get mad, unfriend and unfollow. It ain’t gonna change the fact that you’re my relative and we might end up sitting across from each other at some family gathering. Pass the mother fugging corn bread, please.

Pink Flowers

Pink Flowers is a Black trans artist, activist and educator, whose work is rooted in ancient shamanic, African trickster, and Brazilian Joker traditions. Pink uses Theater of the Oppressed, Art of Hosting, Navajo Peacemaking and other anti-oppression techniques, as the foundation of their theater-making, mediation, problem-solving and group healing practices.

She is the founder of Award-winning Falconworks Theater Company, which uses popular theater to build capacities for civic engagement and social change. She has received broad recognition, numerous awards, and citations for their community service. She has been a faculty member at Montclair State University, Pace University, and a company member of Shakespeare in Detroit.

Pink is currently in Providence Rhode Island teaching directing for the Brown/Trinity MFA program, while also directing the Brown University production of Aleshea Harris’s award-winning What To Send Up When It Goes Down. Get performance detail here.

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