TWIL: Dual nationality


Since Mom schooled me on my French Huguenot heritage, I’ve known I was descended from Balthazar Dewolfe, legendary Huguenot asshole. I say “asshole” as his early American records speak to his begetting of slave-traders, intractable public pipe-smoking, and tagging a neighbor lady as a witch after he lost a child.

What I did not know was that descendants of Huguenots, regardless of their country of birth, were allowed dual citizenship in France. I suppose it was a national apology for running the Protestant Huguenots out of Catholic France.

Sadly, Charles de Gaulle revoked the rule going forward in 1945.

If only my grandmother had been on her game in early 1945, instead of working in the munitions factory, and had applied for her dual-citizenship, I could have been one half French citizen, with a pied-a-terre in Paris, and most important, I could have voted for hot French President Emmanuel Macron. Missed opportunity.


3 responses to “TWIL: Dual nationality”

  1. It just has to be cool to be descended from someone named Balthazar, even if B. was an asshole.
    This makes me wonder if being Presbyterian (sorta Huguenotish!) would entitle me to dual citizenship in Scotland. Dual citizenship seems like a status to really covet these days.

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