Rico's rants: Joe Mozingo, not white after all

01 May 2015

Joe Mozingo, not white after all

NPR has an article about one man's surprising family history:

Growing up blond-haired and blue-eyed in Southern California, Joe Mozingo (photo) always thought his family name was Italian. But, as an adult, Mozingo became skeptical of that theory when friends and co-workers began to ask him about his unusual-sounding last name. The journey to discover the truth about the Mozingo name took him from the libraries of Los Angeles, California to the courthouses and plantations of Virginia and, finally, to Africa.
Mozingo spoke with All Thing Considered guest host Jacki Lyden about his first book, The Fiddler on Pantico Run: An African Warrior, His White Descendants, A Search for Family, which chronicles that journey.
"I always had kind of a longing to understand the history of the place I lived in, and I think that kind of came from the fact that I had no family history that I knew of. Then, when people started asking me my name, I kept wondering, how is it that we don't actually know where this name came from? I met a professor, Sherrie Mazingo, and she was black, and she had done a lot more research than I had on our genealogy, and had been to a family reunion in North Carolina. She came back with the news that the name was African, and that we all descended from the same person, and he was, in her words, a 'Bantu warrior'. My uncle, out of nowhere, said we did in fact come from Virginia, where this slave had landed."
"There was the period in Virginia, that I had never known about, where free blacks and poor whites were mixing and even getting married. We think he landed when he was about eleven years old, near Jamestown, and basically, when these Africans arrived, you know they figured they wouldn't live more than a couple of years— there was no reason to have a lifelong slave— so they treated them as indentured servants. Edward appears to have had a contract with his master to work a certain amount of time."
"Junior Mozingo didn't want to hear about it at all. He had lived literally on the spot where Edward Mozingo had lived three hundred years years before, yet, he had this myth that they were Italian and they had gotten here in the 1800s when, in fact, you could trace his linage straight to Edward. Edward was his seventh great-grandfather.
"My initial intention was to go there and make people's heads explode with the news that they were black, even though they weren't. But, you know, someone invites you into their house, and they are very nice, and you realize that this guy lived a very hard life."
"There was this brief period when Edward did well, and then the rich classes really wanted to put the squeeze on the poor to create this system of slavery, which really marginalized the poor whites and the free people of color. Their fates went downhill really fast; they were suddenly out of money. One of them even re-indentured himself to pay off some debt.
"They basically started leaving the area, and that was the time they could reinvent themselves. Those that were light-skinned enough could say they were white, and wherever they landed they came up with a new myth. You know, people said they were French Huguenots, Portuguese, anything but African."
He met Cameroon playwright Victor Musinga (no relation) in Africa, "who starts telling me a story about how his grandfather landed in jail. Well, the day he got out of jail, his son was born, and they named his son Musinga, and he said that Musinga was a thread, or a linking of people, which just blew my mind because that's what I was trying to do with this whole book, draw this link from Edward Mozingo in Africa, all the way across the Atlantic to me in California, through the people along the way."