What's in a name?

A particular kind of thinking underlay European conquest, genocide, theft and invasive settlement in the so-called “new world.” Early capital pools financed the lucrative slave trade, African bodies efficiently shackled side-by-side on thick wooden planking, layer upon layer, each detail planned to maximize “return on investment” on ships propelled every bit as much by self-evident and self-justifying worldview as by prevailing winds. So I grew up, farming on stolen land, working fields and orchards alongside descendants of enslaved Africans. Like the continent-swallowing tidal wave it was, Euro-colonialism pushed in and in and in–and never receded–my immigrant-settler Jewish family so much participating detritus carried in the turbulence.