I've contemplated whether or not to share this but I think I need to so I can process it. A while back I took a dna test because I wanted to discover my roots. The Hmong are originally from China with over 5,000 years of recorded history. I was hoping to discover what parts of China my Miao/Hmong ancestors would have been a part of. Interestingly, my results were not what I was expecting.
When I spoke with my dad about our family tree, he recalled that our great great grandfather came from the southern province of Guangdong, possibly Guangzhou which is not your typical region where the Miao would live. During the Vietnam War and the Secret War, my dad and two uncles became orphans and were adopted by another Lor clan. Very little is known about our family history except for what my dad remembers.
I am proud to be Hmong. I am part of one of the most diverse and oldest groups of people in the world. We are credited with being one of the first people to farm rice and we have the best silversmiths. I use to think that the Hmong have no country and that we don't really belong anywhere but the more I learn about myself, the less true that becomes. We have a beautiful ancestral homeland and we have touched every corner of the Earth with our significance.
It's not unbelievable to me that I would have han ancestors. What is surprising is the percentage. China has a very messy history with their minority groups. I know that these type of tests aren't 100% accurate. I'm not trying to be somebody else. One of my words for 2020 is Clarity. If I know where I come from, and I know who I am, then I know where I'm going. My family history is unique and I am thankful for that. #dna