One of the fun perks of doing genealogy research for others, and interacting with a lot of fellow travelers in that pursuit, is watching the progression of realization as people figure out that some of their ancestors weren’t who they thought they were. And then, how they integrate (or refuse) that new information into their identity.
Each piece is just the truth, not necessarily good or bad. Searching for the truth is not the same thing as race politics. It’s what you do with the information that matters.
