On my father side alone, before they immigrated to Canada from England…
My great grandpa served in WW1 driving an ambulance from the front lines to the medical stations in the rear. We’ll never know the horrors that he had seen from bullets, shrapnel, chemical gases. How many people died in his ambulance. How many people were forever maimed that he loaded in.
My grandpa, who I did know when I was young, served the entire length at the front lines in WW2. He fought real, actual Nazi’s. I’ve seen pictures of him, clearly strong and very muscular holding a Bren gun. I know he was a machinegunner, but actually few of the details are known by anyone. He came back from the War “totally changed” according to Nana. He had a chest full of all sorts of medals, but rarely if ever shared stories about how he got them. I know that he lived only by the barest of chances. He was injured and in the hospital just outside of Tobruk, before the offensive and couldn’t take part. An artillery shell landed a few feet from his head and turned out to be a dud — and for that tiny chance, my father and I exist. All his friends and most the entirety of his unit died in that attack. Still, he didn’t go home until the War was over.
Lets go a little further back, just in case two generations of true horror isn’t enough — we’re actually Irish! As if the Irish have ever had a easy time of anything! From English invasions, Cromwell, the famine, indentured servitude, Barbary Pirates, oh you name it the Irish had taken their licks. We weren’t “posh” folks, but your down in the dirt and grime working class. Grandpa left England to start his family in Canada precisely to escape class restrictions that would have put his children, my father, into a low class lifestyle. This wasn’t all that long ago, was it?
So why exactly does the fact that some black people have slavery in their past matter, but the horrors that incurred in the past to almost every generation or every people from everywhere on Earth not matter?
The answer is because none of it really matters. The trajectory of black families in the early 20th century is not the trajectory they are on today, and that change didn’t start to happen until around the 60’s, and that’s why black communities are the way they are today — socialist policies hostile to families, and zero to do with a history full of unpleasantness, because almost everyone has that.