Between 15 it is estimated that 12.5 million Africans were shipped to work in the Americas of which only 10.7 million survived that ordeal (and that is just an estimate based on available records). For me this is just a puzzle but there are though many groups in the world where migration was never a choice that they themselves got to make and the ramifications of war, slavery and oppression are now being seen in so many places around the world. We can guess why they joined in as part of that Irish diaspora, but I don’t know who they were where they came from or under what circumstances they came from and therefore I really can’t see Ireland in any way as part of me. I have a strange gap in my family history – for a variety of sad reasons we don’t know much about my father’s earlier family, so we are not sure when or how the family moved from 19th century Ireland.
If they are all to survive, they’ll need to reclaim their identity and own who they really areīlogger’s note - this novella was inspired by a song produced by the rap group Clipping for This American Life Episode “We Are in the Future” – credits go to Daveed Diggs, William Hutson and Jonathan Snipes. Yetu will learn more than she ever expected to about her own past – and about the future of her people. And so, she flees to the surface, escaping the memories, the expectations, and the responsibilities – and discovers a world her people left behind long ago.
Yetu remembers for everyone, and the memories, painful and wonderful, traumatic and terrible, and miraculous, are destroying her. This demanding role has been bestowed on Yetu. Their past, too traumatic to be remembered regularly, is forgotten by everyone, save one – the historian. If they are all to survive, they’ll need to reclaim the memories, reclaim their identity-and own who they really are.Yetu holds the memories for her people water-dwelling descendants if pregnant African slave women thrown overboard by slave owners who live idyllic lives in the deep.
Yetu will learn more than she ever expected to about her own past-and about the future of her people.
And so, she flees to the surface, escaping the memories, the expectations, and the responsibilities-and discovers a world her people left behind long ago. Yetu remembers for everyone, and the memories, painful and wonderful, traumatic and terrible and miraculous, are destroying her. Their past, too traumatic to be remembered regularly, is forgotten by everyone, save one-the historian. Yetu holds the memories for her people-water-dwelling descendants of pregnant African slave women thrown overboard by slave owners-who live idyllic lives in the deep.
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