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Within a few weeks, I received my first results, from DNA Tribes. As I had guessed, the genetic indicators showed both European and American Indian roots. But No. 1 on the list of places I was supposed to be from was--to my great surprise --sub-Saharan Africa. What's more, No. 1 on the list of the top 10 regional populations with which I was most likely to share a piece of genetic code was Belorussia, followed closely by southeast Poland and Mozambique...
That's when I began to wonder whether there had been some kind of DNA mix-up. Fond as I am of stuffed cabbage, Poland and Belorussia are not places I had ever identified with. The sub-Saharan African connection was also puzzling. Any physical evidence of black Africa has apparently been diluted beyond recognition in my murky gene pool. And while heavy traces of African blood are not unusual in Latin America, they tend to be linked to West Africa, where much of the slave trade to the Americas originated. Clearly, my ancestors got around...
...another surprise when, a few days later, the results from DNAPrint came in. The basic elements were similar, but the blend was different: 71% European, 26% Native American and 3% sub-Saharan African. Beyond a few inscrutable charts, there was little specific information...
...course, ethnic heritage forms only part of the identity of any of these successful N.S.W. political "m-aaa-tes", most of whom were incubated in trade unions and the party's Sussex Street hatchery in Sydney. They belong to different Labor factions, even sub-factions. They come from various parts of Sydney (God's own Sutherland Shire, the hommos belt of Canterbury-Bankstown) and the state (the whitebread Hunter and Central Coast regions). Variously Roman Catholics, Orthodox Christians or Jews, who presumably barrack for the Dragons, Knights, Sharks, Roosters and Bulldogs, they are a mix of lawyers, engineers and political...
NAIROBI, Kenya—It is my third visit in as many summers to sub-Saharan Africa. I now realize being even slightly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed was foolish. My first day here, waking to the dawn, having a quick tea, sharpening pencils, readying my digital camera, powering up my laptop—doing all those things one must do in readiness for an archive filled with glorious, old, virginal glimpses from the past— I was in the groove for historical research.My excitement lasted until around 8:45 a.m., when some wrangling in Swahili with the archives?...