The LA Times has this
joint about white students on a high-school yearbook committee substituting the
real name of students for faux ghetto names in the published version of their annual publication. This
isn’t the first time I’ve heard of this happening—it happened here in Cleveland,
when Eric Russell was identified as “Blacky” in his high school yearbook. Not
exactly the same, but certainly the same brand of disrespect. Now, this all has led to some talk about white people learning to respect the names some of us can give
our children. I dunno about that. I think it's complicated. I expect white people--black people too, for that matter--to address me in the way I choose to be recognized--which is a very basic respect--and some of us wear names for spiritual reasons, and that's cool. But I think they are rightly mystified when they run across kids with names like "LeQuinta" "Lexxus," Maxima" or "Versachi." I am too.
Gratefully, we are past the days when parent used to name
thier kids after household cleaning supplies, but I remember in the 80s, madd
young mothers were naming their kids after designer jean makers, sports cars
and TV characters. I attribute this to the folly of mothers too young to have
babies in the first place. My youngest son’s mother wanted to name him after a rapper. I didn’t want my son to be a junior, but
naming him after a rapper—or a basketball player, her other choice—was out of
the question. I stepped in and had to wage war, but I won. Today, he has my first
initial and a middle name I picked in homage to my grandmother, and he wears it all with dignity
and pride. I mean, lets give our kids a chance, huh? I don't know how far you can reasonably expect a child named "Fuquan" to get in life. Seriously.
Why do some of us give our kids crazy names, and act surprised
when they meet a lot of class and color prejudice in the world? Why don’t we
put more stock into the way we name our children?