My family on all sides really has obviously been poor and run of the mill.
I’ve never researched a lot but I only actually know the dates of birth of three of my grandparents. There’s a family mystery as to how one of my grandmother’s maiden name was spelled. I know nothing of my great grandparents. My grandparents were variously shop worker, factory worker, housewife, plumber. So not bad in the general scheme of things. They were literate at least and had some basic schooling.
I’m sure there are public records but I’ve never looked. But there are no family bibles, no trust funds, no paintings, no inheritances, no heirlooms or even sentimental treasures. There are a couple of photo albums and one wedding ring. None of them belong to me or my parents. That’s it.
So beyond that, I have no idea who my ancestors were. I presume that they were white, because I’m white. I’ve no idea what the did for a living, where they lived, how they lived.
I don’t think I owe anyone anything. I don’t think anyone owes me anything. I was born poor because I came from generations of poor people who were, no doubt, taken advantage of by richer people. But there are no signs of this. No records. Nothing. It’s an invisible inequality and it’s everywhere. The human race is immeasurably, inevitably unequal, and always has been.
So whilst I think that modern-day slavery in all its forms is abhorrent and should be stopped, and whilst I know that there are poor communities everywhere that need help today no matter what their roots, I can’t work out how to square the circle of very-much historic slavery.