Homegoing was
definitely one of my favorite reads from this semester. I loved how the book tells
the narrative of a family that was affected in two very different ways because
of the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade. One side of the family was forced to
emigrate to the United States from their homes on Africa’s Gold Coast. Esi was
the first relative to become enslaved, and while her descendants were able to
eventually escape slavery, it took many long and grueling years. The other side
was able to stay in Africa, but only because Effia married James Collins, a
White man, and had a child with him. She could have easily been in the same
situation as her sister Esi. It baffles me that only a few floorboards
separated these two sisters, who would never meet each other and end up leading
very different lives.
Throughout the novel we see the evolution of the two sides
of the family; children are born, people get married, and people die. Both
sides struggle for different reasons despite one being free and the other
enslaved. Esi’s side struggles with commodification, violence, racism, and discrimination
in the United States. Effia’s side struggles with mixed-race identity, conflicting
morals, and ostracization. Because of the resilience the two sides of the
family demonstrate throughout the years captured in this novel, the final two
descendants are able attend college, a major accomplishment for where they have
come from.
The title is the most important part of a book, because it
captures the readers’ attention and creates a first impression about the
ensuing text. After finishing Homegoing,
I thought about why Yaa Gyasi chose this title for her book. Where is home? When
I think of “home”, I think of a place where people love you, where you have
roots, and where you can always return.
Until we reach the end of the story, the majority of all
characters are living pretty transient lives. Marjorie and Marcus seem to have
the most stability of all of their parents or ancestors. I suppose that when
Marjorie and Marcus return to Ghana, the home of their ancestors, it is a
homegoing. For Marjorie who had visited her grandmother there many times, Ghana
was familiar and a place she cherished. People welcomed her, despite her having
not returned for 14 years. Marcus’ side of the family on the other hand has
been far removed from Ghana, and I wonder if he will be able to trace his roots
back to Maame, Big Man Asare, and Esi. Though he feels a connection to Ghana
while visiting the castle, I wonder if he will ever be able to see it as a
“home”. Personally, our family does not know when our first ancestor came to
the United States, and we may never know. I do not think of Africa as home per
se, but rather a place where we came from at some point in time.
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