What's it feel like to be a ghost?

This publication is over 200 pages long, there is probably great information for Melungeons of any pocket/kinnet. Since I am from the diaspora that migrated to Detroit I noted those excerpts and their pages below for anyone this might interest.

"The mass exodus from the coal mines and hills of southern Appalachia to the industrial conglomerates of Detroit and Chicago illustrate the desire to escape not only the social hierarchies but also imposed ethnicity: hillbilly, redneck, white trash, poor, Melungeon. Our society’s emphasis on multiculturalism imbedded in pop-culture and mass media may offer a back door entrance into balancing the dichotomy of power between ascribed and chosen ethnic identities." (pg 14)

"Winkler (2005) wrote one of the most complete, thorough, and authentic texts about Melungeons to date. Noting his own family background, Winkler researched the geopolitical contexts of the mixed race group. Although his family migrated in the 1950s during the out migration to industrial cities like Detroit, Winkler recalls holidays and summer visits to southern Appalachia and Hancock County, Tennessee. [...] When I asked him how he knew he was Melungeon, Winkler paused a moment, then explained that his family was always considered Melungeon. He told me [...] that others had always considered his family Melungeon. Winkler’s (2005) book, Walking Toward the Sunset, outlines his discovery of his ethnicity." (pg 29)

"Fraley (2009) examines the history of discrimination that has continued against people of Appalachian origin that migrated to urban areas like Detroit and Cleveland. The discrimination is identified from early instances of newspaper ads suggesting, Hillbillies need not apply and employing racial profiling in city riots, as well as in the local ordinances regarding housing. Fraley (2009) finally reflects on the implications of legal protection methods for Appalachians as an “emergent ethnic-regional identity within an established democracy” (pg. 38)

Self portrait ✨

Hallelujah, jubilee

I can hear the angel band

I was blind, but now I see

And I will jump right in amongst them

When I reach the Glory Land 🤲🏽📿✝️

I rest on the porch steps of the places you can't find. I am the 3 headed dove, I am a kingdom lost to time.

I am your local holler haint, Aimlessly, unclaimed. I am a thing with no census. I am folklore without a name.

I am too rusted for the rest of them, Too forsaken for the hands of God. I am too cryptid for your city friends, Too sacred for the scholar's tongue. I got ancient blood in me, Iron-rich and river-fed, I am the pill that doesn't go down easy, I am the monster under the family bed.

I am your grass stained Sunday's best And the rouge upon your patella. I am the whispers never put to rest. I am your favorite mystery novella.

I am the secret never dared be spoke I am the skeleton in the hall closet I am the pedigree gone up in smoke

I am the Black Sheep's first born harlot.

"I Am Melungeon" Georgia Clyde Blair

ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕒𝕪 ❣️

"Firecircle"