Sorry about that.

One beautiful summer afternoon we became engaged with a trio of second generation Nigerian college students over a few drinks in Venice, CA.  We talked about love and family.  We talked about our family trees. One young man was able to trace back several generations.  I said that part of my family tree is untraceable, abruptly stopping at American slavery.  I teasingly added, "SOMEONE sold us to a bunch of white people."  He laughingly grimaced and replied, "Ya, sorry about that."