you know, when you think about it, there are incredibly good odds that somewhere in your family history, in your own personal dna, is a child of rape. i was thinking about this because i'm glad i'm here. i'm an okay person. i make me laugh. my kids are wonderful and healthy and happy. but not too far in my past is a man born from the forced rape by a white man of my native grandmother. i was thinking about how hard that would be for the child, especially if he chose to further distance himself from his family by marrying a white person. that's gotta be tough, for the mother AND for the child. but i'm sure as hell glad my grandfather was born, and i think to myself, how bizarre to be grateful for such a heinous act against another human being.