All my skin folk are not my kin folk.
I was always taught that Latin, Caribbean people were cousins to me, as well as blues was a cousin to me, as well as Africans were direct relatives to me. It was all a part of my language.
We and the beasts are kin.
I learned early on that just because you come from the same blood as someone doesn't mean they are family.
One day we'll wake up and discover we are family.
What is the pattern that connects the crab to the lobster and the primrose to the orchid, and all of them to me, and me to you?
But then, after all, we are all alike, for we are all derived from the monkey.
One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
If you share a common ancestor with somebody, you're related to them. It doesn't mean that you're going to invite them to the family reunion, but it means that you share DNA. I think it's fascinating.
I’ve looked monkeys in the eye, and I see a relative.
No matter where you're from - you can be Native American, Italian, Jewish, Latino, African-American - whatever you are, we're all distant relatives.
Just because somebody is blood-related doesn't make them family.
DNA ties us all together; we share ancestry with barracuda and bacteria and mushrooms, if you go far enough back.
When you look at the science and the genetic studies that have been done on Palestinians and Jews, you find that there is a unity. They're both descended from the Canaanites. They're essentially the same people.
