Whose Blood is This
                     By Eleanor L. Denson Wyatt
                       A Freedmen Descendant

In the year 1990 I started a search for my missing family, or perhaps 
I should say, the family that denied who I am.  Much like a child that 
has been adopted, I set out to find my ancestors, that missing part
of me.

This web site is the results of that search to date; however, I want 
to share the 180-degree turn that I made over the past 10 years….
Thus the Title of the book I am presently writing Whose Blood is This.

Unlike Alex Haley there are no stories handed down from the 
generations about my African ancestors, I am told by the government
or this society that I am African-American yet in all my searching 
I have found noting to substantiate this title, so whose blood is this
that runs through my veins. Though my complexion is of a dark hue, 
my African brothers don't claim me for my hair is to long, to straight
or wavy, my nose is not broad, my lips are not full.  

My Irish/English brothers won't claim me for I am the product of our 
forefather sins; I am the reminder of inhumane treatment against a people, 
so whose blood is this that runs through my veins.  My Choctaw
and Chickasaw brothers won't claim me,(although my features are much like
their on) much like Judas, I or perhaps I should say my Freedmen ancestors
were sold out to the same government that labels me, for their own good. 
So whose blood is this.

To my sons, Eric and Edward, to whom this page is dedicated I write this 
so that they will not spend ten years searching for their blood.  
To my sister Unestine Denson Cannon I dedicate this site for she has always 
claimed me and truly knows whose blood is this.

I will continue my search, for it is much like a drug addiction that keeps 
me up at night searching the net, looking for my next hit.  But it is not 
for the need to be accepted by a Nation. Rest easy my Chickasaw and Choctaw 
brothers, keep the thirty pieces of silver, I am not trying to get in to your
Nation as you claim your heritage of the ancient spirits, know that because
of the blood that run through my veins I too have that connection.  Rest 
easy my Irish/English brothers for I too forgive your inhumanities, you must
some day acknowledge your sins and who I truly am.  My African brothers I 
hold you harmless even though you can't or won't claim me, as you too must 
be asking whose blood is this. 

I have been told that my heritage held from the Kings and Queens of Africa, 
for which I have no proof.  I have been told that I come from Chiefs and 
Kings of the Chickasaw and Choctaw Nation for this I have limited proof. 

Of all the bloodlines that I can claim, the most important, claims me. 
It is the Blood of Jesus,  Whose Blood is This .  It is the blood of the 
Lamb, it is King Jesus, and I am a true heir to this throne. No research 
need.