Ellie was the prettiest little white girl in Mr. Kennedy's 5th grade class. As far as she knew, she was of Irish and English descent. Plus, her daddy was kind of racist. Her blood had to be purer than pure.
There's no way that her genealogy assignment for school was going to be a problem. No reason to not start digging into her family's past. Right?
Is there real danger in knowing our authentic self, our true identity?