Men of the world descend–as is now widely known and almost universally accepted, thankfully–from a shared ancestor dude who lived and died in Africa some 200 thousand years ago. Crazy, huh!
In a very real sense, those men who are still in Africa, and many in America who are the great-great-great-(& them some, in many cases)-grandsons of men who were stolen from Africa are the actual big brothers of allllll the rest of us.
If you conceptualize it collapsing time it’s easier to grasp the familial, sibling (& then uncle, nephew) type dynamic of relationships: they are our elder brothers, the ones we (should) look up to etc sorta just by dint of the fact that they’re the ones who have been here, doing this whole living thing longer than we have. It’s a good thing.