In 1995, Gail Lukasik made a life-changing discovery. Her maternal grandfather was Black. It took her two years to discuss this with her mother, who admitted she had “passed for white” for most of her life. Her mother swore Gail to secrecy, but after her death, she revealed her secret on the PBS program Genealogy Roadshow. This appearance led her to recover her lost family and to write a memoir, White Like Me, in which she recounts how she uncovered her mother’s racial heritage and probed her reasons for concealing it.
The television appearance and her book opened a floodgate, as others sought her out to reveal their own stories. At first, these accounts mirrored her own experience, discoveries during adulthood of mixed-race backgrounds, in one case, a white woman who had been raised as a Black.
Over time, however, others brought her accounts of adoptees searching for their biological parents and their earth-shattering discoveries. Others told of learning through DNA records they were the products of a hidden affair or other non-paternal events, such as artificial insemination from an anonymous male donor.
Lukasik brings these accounts together in a heart-wrenching book, What They Never Told Us: True Stories of Family Secrets and Hidden Identifies Revealed.
The pain of these accounts comes from those parents whose lifetime of secrecy is ripped apart, from those women whose babies were ripped from them because they were deemed unfit, but most of all from the children of these secrets who learn that everything they thought about themselves was a lie.
A few stories are uplifting. The man who discovered his biological father was a convicted murderer, obtains his release after years of incarceration, and devotes his life to restoring the man to society. Those who discovered biological families and bonded with them.
Most, however, reveal the trauma of finding their life assumptions ripped apart. Who am I? What would I have become if I hadn’t been taken from my mother? Why did they hide the truth from me?
She writes: “Their trauma was amplified by their family’s inability to understand the impact of the secret, telling them that it doesn’t matter, they they’re still the same person. But to the discoverer, it does natter. And they’re not the same person anymore.”
What I found most compelling was the finding by psychologists that those taken from their mothers at birth experience a trauma, called a primal wound, that persists throughout their lives. Think of that. Babies know they’ve been separated from the person who gave them life, and they never forget.
In this age of DNA discoveries, the author’s book, told with compassion and empathy, is a cautionary tale for modern life. There are no longer any secrets. What we do by concealing children’s origin stories from them carves new wounds in already pierced psyches.