That's the worst you found? You got off light! LOL
Sorry, just... the only time I looked into my heritage on my dad's side, I found one of my ancestors was the judge who decided that black people are chattel. That's when I decided maybe genealogy isn't for me. Years later, I visited the little down my grandfather founded in Mississippi, called Rosedale. I grew up with stories about it from my dad, that it was an idyllic little town with a store my grandad ran and a farm, and all that... turns out, half the place burned to the ground during the civil rights era, the white people moved out and the place never really recovered. To this day, half the town is burned out. My grandad owned sharecroppers. My dad got away from all that bullshit when he was drafted into Korea and never looked back, so he never really saw what happened. Just spending an afternoon in Rosedale and hearing a little about it's history from the locals... I'm glad I didn't grow up there. Also, I can understand why the rest of his family kinda looked down on him as a yankee. My ancestors on my dad's side were a whole different level of evil.
Mom's side is pretty cool, though. She's an irish immigrant, from a big family of coopers in Dublin. All kinds of great family legends there. One uncle was a boxing champion. I'm not gonna dig to find what they left out of the oral tradition stories, though. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.
Geneology is a good reminder for me to never do something my descendents will be ashamed of. Maybe one of them will dig and find me and be a little proud of me before they find the rest of the assholes in my family tree.