Who was the greatest griot who ever lived? Jeliba names Balla Fasséké Kouyaté, griot to Sundiata Keita and the one from whom the office descends — and honors Toumani Diabaté, who carried seventy-one remembered generations of kora players. Then he declines the question itself. The office of the jeli is not won; it is inherited, and Salif Keita's controversy proves it. Among the jeliw, greatness is measured not in performance but in memory: the one whose recitation of the lines can be trusted. Nia presses him on what that means for those who trace back four generations and find a wall — and Jeliba answers that the griot who remembers seventy-one and the descendant who has fought back to six are doing the same work.

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The blood remembers, but it does not speak in names. In this sitting I tell you plainly what a test can give you and what it cannot. It can point toward the regions and peoples your ancestors came from, connect you to living cousins, and trace the deep paternal and maternal lines back across the water. What it cannot do is hand you an ancestor's name, or a certificate of kingship, or a nation you may claim by percentage alone. An estimate is not a person. I'll show you how to let the science guide your search without letting it flatter you — how it points toward home without naming the door.

For most who trace an African American line, there is a wall, and it stands at 1870 — the first federal census to record our people by name, and for many, the last door still open. Before it, the enslaved were counted as property, not persons, entered as figures on a slaveholder's schedule. In this sitting I show you how to approach that wall without breaking yourself against it: the Freedmen's Bureau and the Freedman's Bank, cohabitation and voter rolls, and the patient work of naming the last enslaver, so the records they kept might speak. The wall is real. It is not always the end.