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A Search for Self
My Intellectual Sojourn with Max Wilson
By Rudolph Lewis
I first met Dr. Max Wilson in the mid 1960s
as a Morgan sophomore student in the required "Knowledge
and Values" course. I was about eighteen then. It was after
the death of Martin King and the Riots of '68 and a failed
marriage that I met him again, incidentally. Maybe it was a
spring afternoon -- Amin Sharif and I were walking up Park Avenue. We
were into Buddhism then, chanting Nam Nyo Renge Kho. We were
searching for enlightenment. The revolution had failed and
Nixon reigned supreme and the war in Vietnam was still on.
Dr. Wilson was on his front steps sunning and
we stopped and chatted for awhile. He might have been bored and
thus must have found us amusing. In any event, I was impressed
by his seeming attention to our spill and his interest in
this Eastern philosophy/religion. He asked me to keep in touch
with him and I really wanted to do that. I thought later after I
got home that he could, maybe, help me to overcome my
difficulties with college and college professors.
I dropped out in early spring semester 1968
to join the black consciousness revolution that was taking
place. I joined the local SNCC group headed by Bob Moore. I
worked with Moore and then Walter Lively. But all of that passed
and I got as much as I could get from them. I got a job with
Local 1199 and then I married to the executive secretary in the
local office. That bliss lasted about six months and we were at
each other's throats and were unable to get pass jealousy and
harsh words. And so I moved out and later got a job as a pot
washer and porter at Maryland General. It was during this period
early on that I met Dr. Wilson again.
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I remained as a porter/potwasher at
Maryland General for a couple of years (1974-1976). But
I made the best of it. It was somewhat of a comedown for
me. For I was a shirt-and-tie man for two years
(1971-1973) with 1199, representing a thousand workers,
driving around town in a rental car and an expense
account. One would have thought I had the world in my
hands and as suddenly as I got the job, I quit and I had
only gotten married months before. Of course, this
placed a heavy strain on my new wife. And, of course, I
had not reached the stage in which I would discuss such
issues with her beforehand. I was about twenty-five then
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In any event, I sensed I needed Dr. Wilson.
He was a philosopher and thus I assumed he possessed wisdom,
though in the academic sense, he was just a teacher of courses
in European philosophy. But my problems at bottom were ones of
ethics and values. I was no longer as cocksure about the
rightness of things as I had been previously.
Like many of my generation, the religion of
our youth was a turn-off and didn't set well with our liberal
education. But I had been steeped in the religious environment
of my grandparents as a child and was baptized when I was
twelve. So a religious sensibility was with me despite my
conscious rejection of it and the traditional church. Thus, I
seemed to have reasoned, Nicherin Shoshu Buddhism was a midway
point between religion and philosophy. The Buddhist organizers
claimed that theirs was not a religion, but a way of life. Then
there came Dr. Wilson, the professional philosopher. Was he a
God-sent?
I had no real loyalty to Buddhism. I was in
it because a friend, Sharif, invited me. And I was meeting women
there who also took my mind away from my various personal
problems and political disappointments. By some means, I
discovered Morgan had a new educational program, University
Without Walls. Though I dropped out twice at Morgan. I thought
this program might be one that would work for me and in that it
required an educational advisor, there was a place and a means
for me to reestablish a close relationship with Max Wilson. He
agreed to be my advisor and so I enrolled in the program. I was
still washing pots at Maryland General Hospital. Of course, at
no point during my employment at the Hospital did I view myself
as merely a potwasher or a porter, though I was treated as that,
and worse.
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During a union walkout at Maryland
General Hospital, I met and began to date Astrid Garatun,
a Norwegian nurse who was also in the union.. We
encouraged each other in furthering our education. Maybe
she too was God-sent in that I was able to get beyond
the doldrums of a failed marriage. I introduced her to
Dr. Wilson, with whom she was mightily impressed -- he a
university professor, cosmopolitan. He had lived in
Europe and studied at the University of Berlin, then
with a German wife and two sons by her. Astrid and I
remained friends for about five years and then drifted
apart, especially after I finished my undergraduate work
at the University of Maryland. She also completed her
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Both of us
were long out of the practice of concerted study. I lost
track of her in the late 70s and early 80s. Astrid was very helpful in the program that
Dr. Wilson planned for me. He wanted to broaden my horizons on
the cultural front. She accompanied me on a number of cultural
trips to New York.
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In addition her alien culture (its
history, music, art, folklore) became another chance to
study. Dr. Wilson encouraged me to know the European
arts -- the symphony, opera, ballet; the museums in
Baltimore and New York. Though I wanted to study
philosophy, he directed my study of philosophy through
literature. He wanted me to first look at Russian
literature (19th century primarily -- Tolstoy, Lermotov,
Dostoevsky, and others), its history, art, music, and
then philosophy. The plan was to take each European
country in turn and then lastly look at the writings of
its philosophers. A secondary approach was to look at
sex writers -- Joyce, Lawrence, Gide, Stein, and Henry
Miller. After we completed such a study, we would then
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Photo right: two of my
sisters (Celestine and Deborah), niece (Monica), Astrid,
and bearded me in the background |
One summer Wilson went off to France and left
me the task of discarding stacks and stacks of newspapers,
magazines, and journals. The plan was that I would go through the
material and cut out those articles I thought most important. When
he returned I had several boxes of clippings waiting for him. The
range of them were great -- all the sciences, the arts, and social
sciences. I wondered what he was going to do with all of this
material. Later, I figured that he didn't really want them at all.
His plan actually was to broaden and deepen my knowledge of not
only recent political events but on a great range of subjects and
topics. I kept boxes of those clippings for over a decade. In that
I moved about a lot, I sent them home to Virginia. I put them to
the flames about two decades later when I was at home for an
extended stay. I however kept up the practice of keeping clippings
and pasting them in scrap books. I still have a few of them from
those days stacked away in boxes.
The most wrenching of the exercises I underwent
was the keeping of a diary. I must have filled at least nineteen
volumes -- much of it contained my innermost thoughts and intimate
activities involving my conflicts with my wife. It was mostly the
vomit of sexual guilt and anxiety. I eventually tore them up and
destroyed them, afraid someday someone might discover them and
read them. I tried to read them once and became sickened by the
effort. I also began to learn something about my own writing -- my
lack of skills. I became self-conscious about my writing. Then Dr.
Wilson advise me to move up to journal writing. Instead of
responding to my feelings and anxiety, he wanted me to respond to
what I encountered on an intellectual level -- my readings, my
encounters with art and artistic performances.
The relationship between Wilson and me had gone
beyond a professional one. We had become friends. He invited me
into his home and treated me almost as if I were a son or a member
of his family. He fed me at his table and invited me to his
parties at his home. We had extensive talks on numerous subjects,
including his native Haiti and his having to flee his home because
of the political repression of Papa Doc Duvalier and later his son
Baby Doc. Dr. Wilson expressed his disdain for noirisme or "blackism"
and warned me of its dangers. We accomplished a lot in those two
years, though I never finished Morgan's University Without Walls.
But he thought I was ready for the university classroom.
The summer of 1976 I was coming to the end of
my rope at Maryland General. I had been fired then rehired, then
disciplined and in the process I had worked at three places within
the institution as a means of escaping job conflicts. For my peers
knew that I was out of place. Dr. Wilson also knew that I needed a
change. He enrolled me at the University of Maryland, College
Park, and assisted me in obtaining a scholarship. I quit my job at
the hospital and enrolled as a full-time student, with the intent
of majoring in comparative literature, which was then part of the
English Department. I earned my bachelor's degree by the summer of
1978 in English.
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To receive that degree I had to go to summer
school and take a French course. Dr. Wilson arranged a
place for me to live that summer with the Meijers, a
Jewish family that lived just off upper 16th Street near
Silver Spring, an area sometimes called the Platinum
Coast. The Meijers put me up for the summer and allowed me
to live with them until the late fall when I began the
graduate program in English. It was quite an interesting
experience for I gained an intimate sense of the dread
that fleeing Jews had of Hitler and his dominance in
Europe and Madame Meijer's indignation toward Germans who
allowed the monstrosity of the Holocaust.
During this period, I was dating a fellow
undergraduate, Jennifer Blackman. We were both in the
class of Dr. Donna Hamilton, studying Shakespeare. We
continue to see each other off and on while I was in
graduate school. For a while we lived together, almost as
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I remained in the English graduate program
three years. I assisted the chairman, Dr. John Howard, the first
year. Among my duties was managing the departmental newsletter.
The next two years I was a teaching assistant and taught freshman
writing.
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That laid the groundwork for teaching jobs
at the university after I graduated and also probably
prepared the way for my plan to go to Zaire to teach and
learn French and to deal with my romance with Africa.
While in the English Department I got to know Dr. Jewell
Parker Rhodes (now a well-known novelist) and Dr. Joyce
Joyce, former Chair of the African-American Studies
program at Temple University and nemesis of Molefi Asante.
Actually, it was through a friend of Joyce that I got the
idea of going to Zaire through the Peace Corps.I received my masters in English in 1981. I put
aside further study. A doctorate was not in my mind. I had then
been studying for five years straight, working at best part time.
I was impoverished. But I got a part-time job on campus that
following summer and in the fall I got an adjunct position at the
University of the District of Columbia (UDC). |
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house with my master's certificate. |
I lost track of Jennifer after I received my
graduate degree, especially after I went off to Zaire with the
Peace Corps. I stayed in Africa ten weeks. It just didn't work out
as I planned. Without a job or money or opportunity, I returned
home to Virginia and remained there until the fall. I did not take
my medicine and began to feel the effects of malaria. At first I
thought I had pulled a muscle when I noted swelling behind me knee
and on my upper thigh. I went to the doctor and was told that my
glands were swollen. I had picked up an accent and the local
country doctor thought I was African and frightened me by telling
me I had Hodgkin's disease and probably had only five years to
live. I immediately took the Aralen and my glands became normal
again. I returned to Washington and UDC that fall.
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A full-time teaching position at the
University of Northeast Louisiana in Monroe,
Louisiana, opened and was brought to my attention. I
talked by the phone to the chair of the department. They
arranged a flight down for the interview. It was a very
interesting trip. I had a dinner of catfish with the dean
before I caught the flight back to Washington. I discussed
the trip with several professors on my return. They
encouraged me to take the position. Dr. Wilson tried to
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From my part-time teaching positions, I had
saved over a thousand dollars since I had returned from Zaire. I
bought an orange Vokswagen for less than my savings. I took the
position in Monroe. I drove the 1200 miles with Mississippi fear
on my mind. But I got over that with a lay over in Meridian. I
stayed in Monroe a year at NLU, another two years in New Orleans,
teaching at the University of New Orleans and another year in
Baton Rouge enrolled in a doctoral program. I got tired of
Louisiana and returned to Baltimore, after a three-month stay in
Virginia.
Dr. Wilson was ill on my return to Baltimore.
His hair had turned white. He told me he was dying. I thought it
was an hyperbole. He wanted me to embrace him. I did and that was
the last time I saw him. I was not invited to his funeral. He told
me to stay in contact with his wife. But I did not. I have no idea
what was done with his body, whether he was interred or cremated.
He remains however ever in my heart. He set me on my present
course. I am ever in his debt. Without his love and guidance, I do
not know where I would be today.
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Max William Wilson,1924-1988
. Born Port-u-Prince,
Haiti, January 23, 1924. Married 1959. Children 2 sons.
Educational Experience
Philosophy. B.A.
Wesleyan University, 1946; MA, 1947; Yale 1947.
Fellow University of
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949.
Rockefeller &
Humboldt Foundation, fellow, 1948-1949 & 1956-1957.
Rockefeller Foundation
grant University of Mexico, summer 1949.
University Heidelberg, 1956. Ph.D. Free University
Berlin, 1959.
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Professional Experience
Philosophy. Ecole
Normale Supérieure, University of Haiti, 1950-1956 &
1959-1961.
Assistant Professor,
Mayagüez College College University, Puerto Rico, 1961-1964
Associate Professor,
American International College, 1964-1966.
Professor. Morgan State
College, 1967-1980; Graduate School, 1980-1981
Chairman Philosophy, Howard University, 1981-
1988
Concurrent Positions
Lecturer, various secondary schools,
Port-au-Prince, Haiti, 1950-1956
Institute Philosophy Science Fellow, council
philosophy student, Stanford University, summer 1967, Eastern
division American Philosophy Association
Membership
Pierce Society
Philosophy Science
Association
Humanist Association
American Fellow
Religious Humanists
History of Science
Society
Society of
Philosophy Study of Dialectical Materialism
American Philosophical
Association
History and Philosophy Association
Special Topics
Philosophy of Language (Modern languages); physics
and biology; history and philosophy of science
Publications:
Ueber das kriterium der Verifizierbarkeit,
Free University Berlin, 1959;
Notes sur un volontarisme Cartésien,
Port-au-Prince, Haiti, 8/54;
On the verifiability of fiction statements,
proceedings International Congress philosophy University Mexico,
1964;
Metaphysics, fiction and scientific enquiry,
Proceedings International Congress, Philosophy, Vienna, 1968
Notes suz l’histoire des Idees en Haiti: le
developpement du positivisme dans les sciences et la vie politique
haitienes au cours de la seconde moitie du 19e siecle, 6/77 &
Filosofia y realidad Latino Americana, 6/77, Proceedings 9th
InterAmerican Congress Pholosphy, Caracas, Venezuela
Actualite du positivisme d’Auguste comte en
Amerique Latine, 2nd Colloquium on Comte, Society
International Positiviste, Maison Auguste Comte, UNESCO, Paris,
6/78
Le Pragmatisme de William James, Les nouvelles, Ed
Debresse Paris, France, (in print)
Address: 1507 Park Avenue, Baltimore, MD
21217
Sources: Directory of American Scholars,
1969, 1978, 1982
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Max Wilson 1924-1988
Jean-Joseph Max Wilson, born on January 23,
1924 in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, died on April 24, 1988 in
Baltimore, Maryland.
Max Wilson was born to an
old and distinguished Haitian family, and his early education
was solidly grounded in French culture. He studied science and
the history of law at the University of Haiti. The First
Inter-American Congress of Philosophy, held in Port-au-Prince in
1944, opened opportunities for his study of philosophy in the
United States with a grant from the Societe Hatienne d’Etudes
Scientifiques. His BA, with honors and High Distinction, was
from Wesleyan University and his MA from Wesleyan and Yale
University.
He did doctoral work at the
University of Pennsylvania (Rockefeller Foundation and Harrison
fellowships), and then in West Germany, as an Alexander von
Humboldt fellow, first at the University of Heildelberg (under
George Gadamer) and the Free University of Berlin (under Wilhelm
Weischede;). His Berlin dissertation, a critical study of A.J.
Ayers brand of logical positivism, was published in 1959 as Ober
das Krtiterium der Verifizierbarkeit (Ernst Reuter Gesellschaft).
Further studies included
work under Samuel Ramos at the National Free University of
Mexico, and programs at Stanford University and the University
of Paris
Max Wilson’s teaching
career covered several positions in his native country including
the Chair of Philosophy at the University of Haiti, Ecole
Normale Superieure. He stood for intellectual integrity in
Haiti, and though he left it in 1961 he always bore his homeland
in his heart.
Max Wilson taught (in
Spanish) at the University of Puerto Rico, Mayaguez Campus,
1961-1964, and then on the mainland of the United States at
American International College. A naturalized citizen of the
United states, he was a co-founder of the black Caucus of the
American Philosophical Association.
He is best known in the
United States for his affiliation with Morgan State University
in Baltimore (1967-1980) and Howard University in Washington
(from 1980 until his death). He served Howard as Chair of its
department of Philosophy and was Graduate Professor of
Philosophy. Throughout his teaching career Max Wilson insisted
on intellectual discipline while he listened with his heart.
Max Wilson’s research
centered on epistemology and philosophy of science. He argued
for a flexible notion of belief-formation that might be given
shape with myth. A succinct statement of his thesis, published
in East Germany as one of his guest lectures at the Humboldt
University (“Myth, Belief, and Scientific Theory: Toward a
Structural Approach to Human Development,” Berlin, 1988)
appeared in English shortly before his death.
In recent years he had
worked in the history of ideas, tracing how the Positivism of
Auguste Comte came to permeate enlightened political thinking in
late nineteenth-century Haiti (“Auguste Comte et l”Amerique
Latine: L’Influence du Positivisme en Haiti a la Seconde Moitie
du 19me Siecle,” Paris, 1988) and on the concept of the Atlantic
mind, an approach in which he was inspired by the French poet
Saint-John Perse (“Saint-John Perse: Poete Philosophe ou
Philosophe Poete?’, Washington, 1987). He could be found working
on these projects in the national libraries in Paris,
Washington, and Berlin. Many of Max Wilson’s publications are to
be found in the proceedings of international meetings,
especially the Inter-American Congress of Philosophy and the
world Congresses of Philosophy. He was an avid supporter of
cross-cultural dialogue.
Member of the American
Philosophical Association, North American Society for Social
Philosophy, and other philosophical societies, max Wilson was
also a member of the American Association for the Advancement of
science, American Society for the History of science, Latin
American Association, St. John Perse Association and the Auguste
Comte Association.
Supplementing his early
education in language, literature, and history by extensive
travels, max Wilson retained a lifelong interest in these
cultural fields. He understood philosophy, teaching, and
professional life as cultural commitments. Cultured, gregarious,
articulate, he was a man of the Americas, a man of the Atlantic
world, a man of the world. He contributed to intercultural
understanding between north Americas and Latin Americans,
between French-speaking and Spanish-speaking philosophers,
between American thinkers and Europeans, and between East
Europeans and Westerners.
Max Wilson was a striking
figure: a tall, fluent, dynamic man, full of life. His laughter
was exuberant, his smile generous, his heart loving. He is
survived by two brothers, Arnold and Robert; by two sons, Jean-Phillippe
and Peter; and by his wife of 30 years, Dr. Renate Wilson.
Source: Proceedings and Addresses of the
American Philosophical Association, Vol. 62, No. 2. (Nov.,
1988), pp. 318-319.
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Not Gone
With the Wind Voices of Slavery—Henry Louis
Gates, Jr.—9 February 2003—Unchained Memories,
an HBO documentary that makes its debut tomorrow
night, provides a powerful answer to that question.
It gives us, through the faces and voices of
African-American actors, an introduction to a vast
undertaking that took place in the 1930's: the
collection and preservation of the testimonies of
thousands of aged former slaves in an archive known
as the Slave Narrative Collection of the Federal
Writers' Project. This archive unlocked the brutal
secrets of slavery by using the voices of average
slaves as the key, exposing the everyday life of the
slave community. Rosa Starke, a slave from South
Carolina, for example, told of how class divisions
among the slaves were quite pronounced:
''Dere was just
two classes to de white folks, buckra slave owners
and poor white folks dat didn't own no slaves. Dere
was more classes 'mongst de slaves. De fust class
was de house servants. Dese was de butler, de maids,
de nurses, chambermaids, and de cooks. De nex' class
was de carriage drivers and de gardeners, de
carpenters, de barber and de stable men. Then come
de nex' class, de wheelwright, wagoners, blacksmiths
and slave foremen. De nex' class I members was de
cow men and de niggers dat have care of de dogs. All
dese have good houses and never have to work hard or
git a beatin'. Then come de cradlers of de wheat, de
threshers and de millers of de corn and de wheat,
and de feeders of de cotton gin. De lowest class was
de common field niggers.''—NYTimes
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Salvage the Bones
A Novel by Jesmyn Ward
On one level, Salvage the Bones is a simple story about a poor black family that’s about to be trashed by one of the most deadly hurricanes in U.S. history. What makes the novel so powerful, though, is the way Ward winds private passions with that menace gathering force out in the Gulf of Mexico. Without a hint of pretension, in the simple lives of these poor people living among chickens and abandoned cars, she evokes the tenacious love and desperation of classical tragedy. The force that pushes back against Katrina’s inexorable winds is the voice of Ward’s narrator, a 14-year-old girl named Esch, the only daughter among four siblings. Precocious, passionate and sensitive, she speaks almost entirely in phrases soaked in her family’s raw land. Everything here is gritty, loamy and alive, as though the very soil were animated. Her brother’s “blood smells like wet hot earth after summer rain. . . . His scalp looks like fresh turned dirt.” Her father’s hands “are like gravel,” while her own hand “slides through his grip like a wet fish,” and a handsome boy’s “muscles jabbered like chickens.” Admittedly, Ward can push so hard on this simile-obsessed style that her paragraphs risk sounding like a compost heap, but this isn’t usually just metaphor for metaphor’s sake. She conveys something fundamental about Esch’s fluid state of mind: her figurative sense of the world in which all things correspond and connect. She and her brothers live in a ramshackle house steeped in grief since their mother died giving birth to her last child. . . . What remains, what’s salvaged, is something indomitable in these tough siblings, the strength of their love, the permanence of their devotion.—WashingtonPost |
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Blacks in Hispanic Literature: Critical Essays
Edited by
Miriam DeCosta-Willis
Blacks in Hispanic Literature is a collection of fourteen essays by scholars and creative writers from Africa and the Americas. Called one of two significant critical works on Afro-Hispanic literature to appear in the late 1970s, it includes the pioneering studies of Carter G. Woodson and Valaurez B. Spratlin, published in the 1930s, as well as the essays of scholars whose interpretations were shaped by the Black aesthetic. The early essays, primarily of the Black-as-subject in Spanish medieval and Golden Age literature, provide an historical context for understanding 20th-century creative works by African-descended, Hispanophone writers, such as Cuban Nicolás Guillén and Ecuadorean poet, novelist, and scholar Adalberto Ortiz, whose essay analyzes the significance of Negritude in Latin America. This collaborative text set the tone for later conferences in which writers and scholars worked together to promote, disseminate, and critique the literature of Spanish-speaking people of African descent. . . . Cited by a literary critic in 2004 as "the seminal study in the field of Afro-Hispanic Literature . . . on which most scholars in the field 'cut their teeth'." |
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The Impact of the
Haitian Revolution in the Atlantic World
Reviewed by Mimi Sheller
The slave revolution
that two hundred years ago created the state of Haiti
alarmed and excited public opinion on both sides of the
Atlantic. Its repercussions ranged from the world commodity
markets to the imagination of poets, from the council
chambers of the great powers to slave quarters in Virginia
and Brazil and most points in between. Sharing attention
with such tumultuous events as the French Revolution and the
Napoleonic War, Haiti's fifteen-year struggle for racial
equality, slave emancipation, and colonial independence
challenged notions about racial hierarchy that were gaining
legitimacy in an Atlantic world dominated by Europeans and
the slave trade. The Impact of the Haitian Revolution in the
Atlantic World explores the multifarious influence—from
economic to ideological to psychological—that a revolt on a
small Caribbean island had on the continents surrounding it.
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Fifteen international scholars,
including eminent historians David Brion Davis, Seymour Drescher, and
Robin Blackburn, explicate such diverse ramifications as the spawning of
slave resistance and the stimulation of slavery's expansion, the opening
of economic frontiers, and the formation of black and white diasporas.
Seeking to disentangle the effects of the Haitian Revolutionfrom those
of the French Revolution, they demonstrate that its impact was
ambiguous, complex, and contradictory.—Publisher,
University of South Carolina
Press
David P. Geggus is a
professor of history at the University of Florida in Gainesville and a
former Guggenheim and National Humanities Center fellow. He has
published extensively on the history of slavery and the Caribbean, with
a particular focus on the Haitian Revolution. He is the author of
Slavery, War and Revolution: The British Occupation of Saint Domingue,
1793–1798 and an editor of
A Turbulent Time: The French Revolution and the Greater Caribbean.
Geggus lives in Gainesville.
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W. E. B. Du Bois’
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