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Ever since I can remember, I’ve been haunted by my first name. Maurice. My parents, who were uneducated but hoped I would surpass them intellectually, chose the name because they thought it invoked the image of a bookworm. It sounded more like a good name of an English butler to me, but I suppose I had to concede that they had good intentions - and predictive power, too, though the latter claim carries a significant caveat.
I did indeed grow into a bookworm - that much is indisputable. But did my parents anticipate my erudite nature with my name, or did the name help push me down the path of scholarliness? When I was a child and I introduced myself, there would often be a sneer or a giggle. Maurice just wasn’t what they were expecting, especially from a black boy. If only my parents had named me a strong, traditionally African name, say Shaquille or Darnell, instead of the French name Maurice, I might have been perceived as more masculine, more cool. My social
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