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The Last Witness: Testimony and Desire in Zora Neale Hurston's "Barracoon"

Dr. Franz Boas of the Department of Anthropology at Columbia had sent her on her way through the South and instructed her to stop by this man's house. He was said to be the last surviving African brought to the United States as a slave. A relic, a talisman at ninety-five years who could pull the curtain back and reveal the fissure, where the earth cracked, the African perished and the African American emerged. He was an African called "Kossula" who also went by the slave name "Cudjo Lewis." He had been one of 116 African slaves brought to the United States by the Mehears brothers in 1859, on The Clotilde, supposedly the last slave ship. Perhaps one can imagine why she plagiarized. Perhaps the first encounter was a failure. Perhaps it yielded little more than a salutation and a repudiation. Who could blame her? She was young. She was an anthropologist, a scientist. She was an African American woman driving though the South alone in 1928 collecting bits and pieces of African American identity the ephemera, whistles, and