Finding My Root: Part 2
An Ellis Island Mutt, Ten Years Touring Turtle Island, and a Freudian Slip
I had been captured by the Roman Empire long ago, in some Astral Office, and through the centuries-long European Diaspora orchestrated to colonize Turtle Island, I was strung up in webs. I was sticky and trapped along with specimens from the World Over. At least 3/4, if not all, of my ancestors had been brought through Ellis Island within less than 100 …