My Slave Name (Part 2)

If there’s one thing that blacks of the diaspora share, it’s that our people’s history is obscure. We know general trends: the regions in Africa from which most slaves were extracted, the busiest slave ship routes, the typical routines on various types of plantations, etc… But we lack specifics. I don’t know from which African…

Regular Black

I’ve been in the Motha Land for a little over three weeks now and I’ve yet to deliver on my promise to my many anxious followers that I would blog while I was here. I’ve had a lot of poignant moments which deserve sharing but it’s a little hard to know where to start. So,…

My Slave Name

During the Spring of 2006, I decided to change my name. I had always figured that my last name, Goodridge, was a slave name. It is my father’s name, his father’s before him, and his father’s before him. All black men. Goodridge certainly didn’t seem like an African name so I assumed that it was…