Heritage is a trip. My grandmother was convinced she was a long-lost princess or some shit, mostly because she read two to three harlequin romances a day. Turns out her line through her dad, who was the Lost Dauphin in her head, traces back to a 1620 land grant in Virginia from King Charles I. Meanwhile the racist jew-haters come from down-on-their-luck Belgians. The woman my antisemitic Vassar-grad grand aunt idolizes married twice and got foreclosed on nine months after purchasing a dry goods shop. I grew up being told I was the mongrel of mongrels when in fact I've got the White Privilege Trifecta: Old 300 through one grandparent, Law of Return through another, DAR through a third. The ones that affected pretentious Harvard accents and looked down on everyone else are the Mudbloods. Census records prior to the Civil War tabulate the number of slaves in a household (for purposes of 2/5ths representation - how you like them apples). So far I hain't found none.