Family People

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Is that that's my full name? Wait, was that true? That is my full name?

It is stately and ringy and wonderful. Yeah, it's my name, my dad's name, his dad's name, his dad's name, his dad's. It's basically it's all the dad's names. Okay, and anyway, here at Radiolab we are talking about this because we kind of are a little obsessed with names, it turns out.

Yeah, it's just it just keeps coming up. I mean, in addition to the Oh, six-part series, you did, Latif, about sharing a name with a Guantanamo detainee. We have done stories about names that make computers go haywire, names that seem to influence a certain life path. Like a study that shows that if you're named Dennis, you're more likely to become a dentist. But today we have a very different kind of name story because our editor, Alex Neeson, recently got some kind of confusing news about her name.

You see these wasps, be careful. And this news sent Alex on a kind of odyssey. Ooh, I'm stepping in mud. ooh, it is squishy.

Down to New Orleans, where she sloshed and slogged alright through swampy cemeteries. Some of these headstones, you can't even make them out because they're just so old and weathered. Sweaty basement archives.

Yeah, nothing, yeah. Trying to pin down where her name came from.

And not only did Alex take that search further than anyone thought possible, she ended up confronting a much deeper question Is your name just an arbitrary string of letters pinned to you at birth?

Or is it the thing that can help you see yourself and how to move forward in life most clearly? Hello, hello, can you hear me? Why are you so blurry? I don't know the internet.

Okay, and we're going to start off. I'm just going to have you introduce yourself with the person who gave Alex her name. I'm an army veteran.

I'm a retired u.

S Army Colonel. And your relationship to me? You're my daughter, my oldest daughter.

So my name was this big character in my life as a kid and one of the things I used to tell you. And your sister, Hey, that's my name, that's not your name. It's on lease, the thing you say, like, basically, once a day.

Yeah, yeah, right. So I mean, because it is important, right? I grew up in a military family, my dad was in the army, you know, 28 years of my life in the army.

We moved around a lot, didn't have like a traditional hometown. And I think I had a lot of anxieties as a kid about, like, not having roots. But part of that's like, sort of like being in the military, where everything is your last name, your last name and your last four, right?

So in the military, your name is sort of you people are addressed by their last name, living on base, your name goes on the outside of your house. On ours, it always said Team Neeson. I saw it every day on my dad's uniform when he would get up and go to work.

Your identity comes completely absorbed into your last name. I make sure that my name has value to me. And then, as you and your sister were growing up, transfer that to you so you can understand that. Hey, look, take care of this name. This is what I got, this is something that I own as my identity.

And I just totally internalized that sense of connection to my name, and, you know, I have a nameplate ring it, says Neeson. I never take this thing off certain friends. I'm not known as Alex.

I'm just known as Neeson. It's just a deep part of how I think about myself in the world. And then, about a year and a half ago, all of that got blown up in 2021. My grandfather, my dad's dad, Clarence Neeson Sr. He passed away, and he lived in New Orleans, which is where my dad and his whole family are from.

And this was, you know, peak Covid. So I wasn't able to go to the funeral, but my parents went and they brought me back a program from the funeral. That has, like, the obituary and everything. It's got my grandpa's name and his birthday, and it lists who his parents were, and so it says, I'm just going to read it to you.

Our beloved Reverend Dr. Clarence Neeson, Sr. Sanko, daddy, Papa, Uncle, Rev. Doc. Those are nicknames entered this world as a gift to the late Edna Jackson and Wilson Howard.

Howard Yeah, not Neeson Howard, and I was just like Howard.

Who's howard? What is a howard? And also, where did Neeson this name? That was such a big part of how I thought about myself. Where did that even come from? Let me.

Hello, hey hello. can you hear me? You can hear me.

Yeah, so I called up some of my aunts, Karen, Cheryl and also my dad, and started asking questions, Did you ever learn anything about who your paternal grandfather was? So they all knew that Edna Jackson was their dad's mom, and Wilson Howard was their dad's dad. Oh, yes.

I mean, we saw him whenever he was in town, and my aunt Cheryl, she had met him, but my aunt Karen and my dad, they didn't really remember him at all. It's a very sparse memory, I don't know.

Because, like I said, we didn't spend much time with my father's people, and when I asked, Do you know why we're called Neeson?

Nobody knew. I have no idea, really nothing, my aunt Cheryl told me at one point, she actually asked her grandmother's sister the same question.

If Wilson Howard is my dad's dad, why is my name Howard and not Neeson? And she said that was adult business.

There was sort of like, kid's business, and then there was adult business. We never really talked about it and then I don't think my dad really knew either. Because every time you talked to him about it, he was like, Well, it's a situation.

I'm like, it's a situation.

Well, you don't need to know that, but you are a neeson.

So nobody knew much about Wilson Howard, and they had no idea where the name Neeson came from. And the weird thing was, while my dad and his sisters all feel very much like Neesons are proud of the name. When it comes to where it actually came from, I haven't known this far in life, so that's not necessarily changing anything at all. They just didn't seem to care.

I just never had a desire or an intense interest in it really. Why not, I don't know, maybe it was just like Neeson.

This is a variation of an Irish name that doesn't make sense in my context. And so I always knew that for Black families, the whole idea of tracing your history through your name. It just doesn't take that long before you get to the generation. Where whatever name it is that your people were going by was imposed on them. So it's easy to look back and see all that mess and just decide not to step into it, right?

But for me, I was like, this is my name, I write it down on everything, I wear it, on my ring. It's how I think about myself. And I do care about where that name came from, about who it came from, about all of the people who have carried this name through time, all the way up to me.

I found a genealogist to help me out, her name is Nika Sewell-Smith, and the first thing she told me. One of the sort of hallmarks of genealogy is that you have to literally, like, go down a rabbit hole. This is not going to be easy. Genealogy keeps you in a perpetual state of being Alice.

In particular, when you're focusing on African-American people, people who descended from the formerly enslaved. Because government documents or records of these family histories, sometimes they're messy, often incomplete, and a lot of times they were never even made at all. The archive and the historical record has never, really, truly been kind to us. But I was just like, Look, let me tell you what I do know, and this is my grandfather. Clarence Neeson Sr.

October 13th, I know that's the day he was born, and I gave her the whole rundown. So, like, what's your great-grandfather's name supposed to be? Wilson Howard?

But the Neeson?

Right, the neeson, but the neeson comes from dunno, okay?

And I've never like, there's no first name like, No, the Neeson is basically a ghost. Okay, so, and right off the bat, Nika was like, Look, you just got to start by figuring out who were all the people that were around back then. My mother, she was born in the city.

Parents, aunts, uncles, and my father was born in St. Bernard, Paris. Get more information, Get all the little pieces. So she got pregnant on her honeymoon.

I lived with my grandparents and pretty quickly, the people, the relationships, the names. Everyone knew you by your mother's name. you know, my mother's name was Marjorie. It all starts to get pretty confusing.

Girl used to say that they had this lady, that's our grandmother, and nobody really knew that much about that side of the family. I don't think the lady really was okay.

Try to keep like paper and stuff away from your phone so it doesn't pick it up on the mic.

The census, birth, marriage and death certificate, anything where a father's name could be captured. And so over the next seven months, Nika and I started checking in every week. The week felt really long it did.

We'd look over documents together, so go up to the top. This document spans across two different pages. And some days there wasn't that much to report. You ever sound like little old ladies?

That's what happens to old people. All they do is call each other and talk about their ailments, talk about what the doctor said this week, right? Girl, you know? He told me I had to get rid of my bunion and then one day.

Um, so Nika's looking over this old newspaper, clipping something about the draft and my grandpa being sent for a medical exam. Okay, so? And she zooms in on this and points to a little tiny J.R.

Right next to my grandfather's name, it looks like your grandfather was a junior, but my dad is Clarence Jr. Based on what I'm seeing, it looks like your dad should be the third. That's very strange.

So all of a sudden, it looked like there could be not just a person named Neeson around, but a Clarence Neeson Clarence Neeson. Sr. Sr. Correct?

So, you know, we started looking for a guy by that name around 1937.

Which is when Edna gave birth to my grandfather. And pretty quick. I have never seen this before. A possible candidate popped up so for this. These are convict and conduct registers for the State of Texas.

A form that was filled in by hand, dated 1942.

They're noting that this man is 25 years of age, 5'6.5, 139 pounds. They note him as being black. Of course, at the time, he's a Baptist who wears a size 9 shoe.

Okay, and robbery, that's what they claim was robbery. Let's see date of birth 1917..

Birthplace in Louisiana, he's a resident of New Orleans. Here's another Clarence. He's old enough to be your great-grandfather out here, robbing folks allegedly.

For the record, he pled not guilty, but he was convicted and he did do jail time. The plot is thickening. Okay, it is.

Who is this Clarence Neeson? But, you know, now, we had a guy and he had the right name, he was in the right place at the right time.

And maybe he could possibly be my actual great-grandfather, or, for some other reason, is just the guy whose name my grandfather got. So I would research him and have him in his own kind of like tree, so you have all his details together. That meant more research, more phone calls.

I now had two possible family trees. Oh, stinking hilarious. And then Nika finds a key detail in the El Paso Times. This is Thursday, August 27, 1942, tucked into another article about this Clarence Neeson's robbery.

It says Robbery charged New Orleans Negro like a specific brand of negro, the New Orleans Negro, right? Like, I'm watching a nature documentary.

The article mentions that a few years earlier this Clarence had married an Octavia Jackson in New Orleans in 1938.

So we've got a marriage record, so we go looking for the marriage license. See, this is pulling up a million and one things. Okay, see, here we go.

Octavia This is the right person. She was 17. Look at him robbing the cradle. How old was he? He was 21..

Oh no, oh no. Wilson Howard.

Whoa, he would have been 20 years old at the time. What, no, what?

Okay, wait a minute, wait a minute. Wilson Howard, witnesses Oh, no, they were friends.

Oh no, oh my freaking gosh. Okay, who are they? Were they friends?

We can't know for sure if they were friends or not. But on November 19, 1938, it was a Saturday, these two men stood in the same room in New Orleans. Maybe it was a church, maybe it was at City Hall.

Probably they were both dressed to the Nines, and Wilson Howard watched Clarence Neeson get married. And this would have been just a year after my grandfather was born, like, I cannot Grandma Edna like girl.

Yikes, what is going on? I'm kind of paralyzed because I don't even know.

Was it, like a Wilson and Edna creeping on the low situation? Oh, my goodness. Or it could be the other way around, right? I don't know.

Okay, so like, What are you thinking, Alex? like, what's what? So at this point, there's a bunch of stuff going on in my head. I wanted to know more about this Clarence Neeson, senior-senior guy who is maybe the reason my name is my name?

But I also was like, what's going on with Wilson Howard and Edna Jackson and Clarence Neeson senior-senior? And is there a way for me to figure out who actually is my great-grandfather? Do you see these wasps? Be careful. And at that point, I decided we got to go to the place where it all happened.

Do you think there are snakes in here? And so, a few months later, Nika and I, plus whoa, it is warm. Producer Annie McKeown Found ourselves in Louisiana, right?

Because, first of all, there's only so much you can do online. A lot of things have not been digitized and we were going to have to go into the archives and dig them up. Snakes, I saw a few of them down there. And second of all, I just had this feeling that I wasn't going to truly understand these three people. That I wouldn't really get it unless I went to the place where they had lived their lives.

The sign says Walk-in hours. This looks like a decently old cemetery first stop. We knew that Clarence senior-senior was buried in Texas, so we weren't able to visit him, but we thought it only right while we were in the neighborhood. Oh, Wilson, Wilson, where art thou?

To visit the resting place of the other man, who might be my great-grandpa. Wilson Howard, Where are you, Wilson? In a cemetery just southeast of New Orleans, kind of a squared field, it's next to a baseball diamond.

It's pretty crowded, all of the crypts are above ground, and I am just walking kind of aisle by aisle. While we thought this was going to be a quick stop. Ooh, I'm stepping in mud.

It was the first clue we had that things down here were going to be.

Ooh, it is squishy, way less straightforward than I thought. ugh, because even though this is where his obituary said, he was buried.

Yeah, interment at Merrick Cemetery, August 10th, 1988. And there's a Frank Santiago Clayton Williams.

Nelson next to Liza Santiago Wright. Even though we combed through the entire graveyard, where are you? We just couldn't find him.

Yeah, in fact, all these people are supposed to be buried here. There was supposed to be a whole bunch of howards in that graveyard and we can't find pretty much any of them.

So then we thought, Wait, could the obituary be wrong?

Do y'all know where the howards are? Then, Nick asked These guys who were there mowing the grass. I don't think they're in here, Mama, they're not, and they tell her that guy's not buried here.

He's buried at a different cemetery down the road, he said. You can't miss it, and this tip sent us on this frenzied goose chase. He said. To go to the red light and turn right. Oh, wait, no.

He said There's a fork and you go to the right.

Into more and more graveyards, Howard We're looking for some howards. Talk to that guy right there, where we talked to more and more people.

Oh, I mean, they got some howards back there, but.

WILSON Yeah, Howard, like the lady right there on that porch, I don't know.

No, Wilson Howard Okay y'all. The mosquitoes are mosquitoing and encountered more and more. I can feel them biting me.

It's crazy local wildlife, I don't feel any. oh wow, there's a lizard.

It's like lime green, hey friend.

After an entire day of grave hunting, okay, so that that, yeah, well, that was sort of anticlimactic. yeah, we never did find his grave.

And as this fishing expedition, for any sign of Wilson Howard or Clarence Neeson Sr. Sr. And any clues at all. Just anything on which one was my great-grandfather, or why my grandfather would have been named Neeson. Continued into the archives and libraries and courthouses of Louisiana.

Here we go. We're trying to find two people who have been extremely elusive for us, even though we were doing all the right things. What do you want to start with casting a wide net? Looking for anything from property records to wills?

What can we look at? Anything you want? It felt almost impossible, like we were looking for a couple of teeny, tiny needles in a gigantic haystack. Mama always said we start doing family history. Carry pruning shears.

We went through shelf after shelf of these massive old leather bound books filled with transaction receipts. Neeson is the last name. Okay, well, we do it by vowels in here. What is his name, Neeson?

NEESON And a lot of this stuff was organized in this bizarre system from the civil war era that they're still using. That is part of 75. You go into the N.E. section, very hard to follow A through Z, and then A2 through Z2 and so on.

And you have to look line by line. Okay, what are you doing? Oh, recording audio.

I'll have to approve that with my boss.

Little breadcrumbs about these two men and who they were to my grandfather. Succession of Wilson J. Howard Yes, like we eventually found Wilson Howard's succession, for instance, the succession is super important because that tells you who the heirs are.

I see Geraldine, who is his wife, and then Darlene Howard and also Thelma Howard-Jones, hereby recognized as the only lawful heirs. Wait a minute. On this document, Wilson's two daughters are mentioned, but not my grandfather. They did not include him.

So what does that mean? And we were like, Okay, maybe that means, even though we have all these other documents where he is listed as my grandfather's dad that Howard secretly knew he wasn't. But also, there was just no way to know if his name was left off that page for some other reason. Or if it was just a mistake or a mishearing, or a clerical error.

And sitting there in that archive, I just thought that there would be some kind of trail through the documents. I was realizing that we'd come all the way down here for some hard, simple facts. But honestly, I feel like we're still. We've still wound up back in the speculating about a dead man's feelings. Maybe it was impossible in 2020-something to just swoop in, scan a document and understand the world, even just a few generations back, you know?

Right, right.

But there was one person who had touched that world and moved through it. My dad has a cousin named Aurelia, someone who is still alive, lives near New Orleans and who I'd heard about from my aunt Jahari Neeson. She knows all the business, and they would have actually known Edna.

Does that person go by like Rhea or Rhea? Yeah, Rhea, Rhea Jackson. Yeah, I know Rhea. Rhea could tell you more.

Yeah, Rhea, she grew up in a parish and she stayed in a parish, and she's still in a parish to this day. That's how she knows a whole lot. If anyone could tell me what was going on between Edna and Wilson and Clarence Sr.

S.R.

It was her mm-hmm, and I'd been calling her for months, leaving messages on her phone saying I'm coming to New Orleans. I'd love to see. You. Never heard back from her.

Until.

Hi, a few days into my trip, I finally meet you, huh, I know?

I finally heard back from her. My name is Aurelia Amelia Jackson. I am Edna Jackson Neeson. Edna had been Rhea's aunt. She'd actually known her.

And so right away, even before we got settled for the interview, actually.

Do you know why? I asked her the big question? Well, who was Clarence's my grandfather, who was his father?

Which she answers immediately Wilson Howard So I'm like, All right, Wilson Howard. But then, and at that time,....

She started saying things about Howard being the real father, but his job took him away to sea a lot. So some other man stepped in to help raise my grandfather. There had to be somebody in the family. See, there'd be family people, because I adopted a lot of kids too, so there's family people. Okay, I guess what I'm trying to understand is....

Why she wouldn't have given him the last name, Howard? She probably was in a relationship with somebody and they just named the son after him. So it's possible then that Edna might have been like, dating someone whose name was Neeson, and I don't think she was dating nobody. I don't think so.

So isn't.

Or just so, talking to Rhea, I started to realize that we were both speaking English, but we weren't really speaking the same language when it came to family. Okay, so, for instance, like, if you was to fall right now and I come and I pick you up and bring you by my house. I didn't put you there because I put you there because I love you.

She would use terms like family, people, and I think her idea of what a relationship is was more expansive than mine. But you're gonna remember what I did when I pick you up. So that's the way it was with Clarence. Neeson So do you know that there was somebody named Neeson who did all those things like, Do you?...?

It had to be, or else, why would she give him the name? Thank you Ma'am. you know, nobody's gonna just give you your name just like that.

It's gotta be somebody that really knows you and cares for you. Well, we take care of each other in the family, don't put it that way to you, because we family that take care of each other. Yeah, and that's all I know, sweetheart.

That's all I know, that's the way our family. Even though after talking to Rhea, I was still kind of confused. My head hurts.

You ready? Yeah, we're ready. It felt like Howard and Clarence Sr. Sr. They were who Rhea called family people. Howard was at Clarence Sr.

S.R.

's wedding. It sounded like maybe they'd both taken care of my grandfather at different points. And they both clearly had some kind of connection with the woman at the center of this story. Edna We're at Ellen's cemetery and the gate's open.

Who was buried at this grassy little courtyard cemetery surrounded by industrial buildings across the street from some houses? We're here to look for my great-grandma, Edna, and I'm hoping we can find her. So much of this, we just didn't have a whole lot to go on.

And we're like grasping at straws so much of the time it has felt like.

Sincerely hope there's not poison ivy in here, because that would friggin suck.

This is Edna, Yes, Edna.

Let's see.

Edna Jackson, January 4th, 1904, to October 1st, 1991.

Forever in our hearts and there's an angel.

Here she is.

I have a lot of questions that, more and more, I suspect, only she can answer.

She had a son and gave him a name.

Standing at Edna's grave, I felt like it was clear that when Edna gave birth to my grandfather and named him. It wasn't a ploy or a cover-up, or a random name lifted out of a baby book, it had meaning, it said something about the community of people she came from, like, my name came out of this mix of family people. But that still leaves me at a crossroads, basically.

Where it's like, Okay, if there's two paths, I can only walk one at a time, so which one is it? Wait, hold what you got, wait a minute, wait a minute. And then, through the slow but eventual good grace of the State of Louisiana, I got my hands on a very precious document.

Drum roll. We've got all the anticipation. My grandfather's birth certificate. We're hoping that this envelope is giving us something, if anything, is going to tell us who his actual parents are.

Okay, here we go, it's going to be this piece of paper, okay? So, on the 13th of October this year 1937, at Charity Hospital was born a male child named Clarence Neeson Colored. That's my grandpa illegitimate issue of Clarence Neeson and Edna Jackson.

I knew it, I knew it, so it, says. Clarence Neeson. I knew it, I knew it.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. This is why Nika's the same name.

So Clarence Neeson senior was your great-grandfather, and so you really, truly are a Neeson. Yeah, I mean, well, so first, this is just a document, it's a piece of paper, like an obituary or a succession, like all the others. But it just felt like as soon as I'd gotten this affirmation, another question popped into my head.

Who was the Neeson before Senior senior? and who was the Neeson before that? Actually, who's the first Black person to get this European name? Who gave it to them? what did it mean to them?

And why did they hang on to it?

After the break, Alex catches a break and stumbles on the person who is going to lead her. Like a straight path through the woods, all the way back to the beginning of her name.

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And then I'm like, Oh, this is the best cookie, Yeah, OK. Quick refresher. I've always felt very attached to my last name, Neeson. And despite the fact that there's sometimes scant documentation about Black people living in New Orleans between emancipation and World War II. I had decided to try to figure out where my name actually came from.

And after a detour into trying to figure out whether I was biologically related to Wilson Howard or Clarence Neeson senior senior. I'd come across my grandfather's birth certificate, which said his father was in fact Clarence senior senior. And it could be wrong, I guess, but it gave me the permission I needed to finally go hard. Let's go at the name Neeson.

I'm ready, we in it, let's do it. Next step was finding out where this name was from. So, reverend Clarence Grandpa.

And we thought the simple thing to do is to just follow the family tree as far back as it goes. His father and then push from there. Is Clarence Neeson. So we traced a line from me to my dad, to my grandpa, to his dad.

Clarence Neeson, Senior senior Yes, let's go. And then we got his dad, Israel Neeson, and Israel Neeson's father is Levi Neeson.

My great great, great grandfather Levi.

And then, after Levi, the Neeson trail seems to dry up. Dang it. Which means next we need to find out as much as we can about who this Levi guy was. Okay over here.

And so Levi, we learned he was born, as best we can tell, in the 1840s pre-Civil war, which means he could have been enslaved. But as we begin to gather documents on Levi, we start to notice misspellings. Leesome We find his last name spelled Leesome.

Also, Neeson also hold on neesome neesome with an m.

They're just all over the place with this name. I really gotta say, so, wait, I mean, is there a chance this could be a different person entirely? Yeah, because Leesome, it feels like so different from your name now.

Right? But whenever we came across a misspelling, Nika would always say number one spelling doesn't count. We're looking for phonetics because these forms are often filled out by white clerks. Who may or may not have heard right, or even cared to pay attention to how the person in front of them was pronouncing their name.

So what do you do? You collect all these different names and then we need them to be at the same place at the same time, match up other life details. Got it?

And so now we knew we needed to widen our search to include a whole bunch of different spellings of Levi's last name. Let me see. And where did the wait?

When we did.

Wait, this is the best news of the freaking week, dude. And I was like, why tell me what is happening? Look at this Black man who was in the civil war and we got like,....

She found documents that said that Levi had fought in the civil war. Oh my gosh, okay, this opens up, I'm telling you, Oh, you don't even understand.

Wait, why is she so excited? Why is this such a big deal? Because, while documents specifically for Black people in this era of history were quite scarce. If there's one thing that the United States does well.

It documents its military obsessively. And so, oh, this is great. We needed this break after six months of exhaustive digging....

Oh my gosh, I might actually do a cartwheel and just basically picking up crumbs. Yes, all of a sudden, there's a ton of information on this cart.

We learn that when he was 20 years old.

Black hair, black eyes, black complexion, 5'7. He found his way to an enlistment office. Enlisted in New Orleans November 4th, 1864, he joined the Union Army.

11 days later, he was mustered in. Look, Bounty, paid $100, which is almost $2,000 today. So he's ballin, he is out someplace, getting his life.

We learned he joined as a private in the 92nd United States Colored Troops Infantry. There were random details of things he did in the army, repairing roads from Baton Rouge to Clinton, we learned. He died in 1921, and Emile Labat, he was one of the early Black people that had a mortuary in New Orleans.

We even learn the name of his mortician. Like, where else are we getting this information about Black people? We never this era, we're never getting it. We find out where he's buried Veterans Cemetery.

Oh my freaking God. We find a picture of his headstone. Wow. And finally, we learn two super important facts about Levi. We learned his mom's name, Viney.

Which pushes us a little further down the Neeson family tree, and we learn the name of the parish where he was born.

East Feliciana Parish, which is a little over 100 miles northwest of New Orleans. It's like 8 a..m. The sun is like peeking through the forest that's lining the highway, It's foggy and lots of crows everywhere.

And a lot of roadkill. Finding the general area where Levi was born is such a big deal, because if Levi was enslaved, he probably was born on his enslaver's side. It feels colder here, too. And one possible reason that all these Black people, including me, are named Neeson is because there were white people named Neeson who owned black people. I mean, it's kind of beautiful, but it's also a little ominous.

N-e-s-o-m, the same spelling that's in a lot of Levi's documents. And the patriarch was a man named Abraham. He was a veteran, he had served in the war of 1812.

And after the war, as part of an act that created West Florida, the government gave him a plot of land. The sun is up, so it should be starting to warm up 600 acres just outside of Clinton, Louisiana. But I actually feel the closer that we get to the coordinates that we're going to, the colder it gets and the darker it gets. He spent 27 years on this land, raising a family, growing his business.

And then, in 1857, he died. All right here we go. And when he died, his entire estate was auctioned off succession of A. and L. Neesom, and in a small courthouse in Clinton, we found the papers for that auction.

Light blue, delicate paper, bound with like a little rope, the auctioneer had kept this incredibly detailed diary. Fianona remembered that on this 25th day of June, in the Year of Our Lord. 1857, at the hour of 11 o'clock a...m. At the last place of residence of said deceased Abraham Neeson, where he carefully wrote down.

And this is where you get the bedsteads and tables and safes. Every single piece of property that was being auctioned, looking glass axes, wagon, farm stuff, blankets, quilts, curtains.

All the stuff that you have in a house and also documented in this auctioneer's diary. Each one of these is a different. Person. Were 33 enslaved people, Negro woman, Amy, age 60 years old.

Margaret Dick, Hillary Spencer, We've got Sam, Negro, Boy, Robin. And this is how we learned that the Neesons were slave owners, Hannah and her four children.

Sophia negro girl, Mary, negro boy, Alfred, Negro boy, Louis, age seven. And this whole time we're reading, we're also scanning to see if we can find the names Viney and Levi Sarah, age 21..

And Negro boy Prince. Because if we can, then we'll know that this is where my name comes from, yeah.

Some Viney, Okay, and we do find a woman named Viney Nelson Neeson being the last and highest bidder bought by one of Abraham's sons.

The said Negro woman, Viney, aged 59 years, and her child, girl Sophia, aged 11 years. But this Viney was being sold with a daughter named Sophia, for the sum and price of $1,720. There's no sign of Levi.

So we were like, Wait, it's possible that this is not the right viney and these are not the right neesons. I'm fast approaching delirium. Alex is almost nearing her end.

She's getting delirious. I'm going to do close at 430. The archive was closing soon and we'd gone through the entire auction without finding Levi, but we had about 30 minutes.

So we pulled these giant old leather bound books off the shelves that were filled with hundreds of handwritten transaction records. And just sort of manically flipped through. Scanning the pages for the name Neeson, whereof hereby aforementioned, like what? Which was a wild and nauseating experience because while a lot of these transactions were about land.

One spotted horse or animals or farm equipment. Doff, Oh, I love doff. Amongst all this stuff we would periodically stumble upon.

153 enslaved people, these giant lists of people. Little William, 11 11 years old.

Humphrey Peggy. There's a 2-year-old, there's an Alzi and an Ibi, who were 2, age 9..

Age 8.

Age 5, age 11. Yeah, these are all kids up here. And even though we were short on time, it felt like we couldn't not read these people's names. And the list continues on the next page.

Because we knew that for some of these cases, this was probably one of the only official records that these people had ever existed. William, 5, Anthony, 8.

Little P. 8, Henry 11, Cornelius.

3.

This looks like Hamilton 3. Um, and then the next page would be.

Corn and fodder back to farm stuff 7. Head of horses and mules land. After scanning as fast as we could, through as many of these pages as we could, and just as they're about to kick us out of the archives.

1851.

October 10th, 1851 We find a transaction dated six years earlier than the auction when Viney was sold. Abraham Neesom and William Franklin Neesom Abraham, the Patriarch, is selling to his youngest son.

Six certain negroes of the names Six Enslaved People, Harriet valued at $650 a woman named Harriet and her four kids.

Valued at $250.

And tacked onto the end of this group.

We find this small, barely legible, so tiny we almost missed it. Very, very precious. Name Levi, a Negro boy raised by hand.

And sickly, about seven years, about seven years. $250, which said.

Okay, wait a minute. We learned here that Levi had probably had a wet nurse. That's what raised by hand means, rather than being breastfed by his own mother, who probably had to work. We learned that he had been owned by Abraham.

And we learned that this is why he wasn't in the auction papers. Six years later, with his mom and his sister, a negro boy raised by hand, because when he was a sick little boy, he was sold away from her.

Finding Levi here was like finding the last link in the Nissan chain. Interesting to have that ring right next to this sale here. Yeah, yeah.

This is where my name comes from from, Abraham Neeson from this family, yeah.

Growing up, one of the big reasons why my last name was so important to me was because, even though we had moved around so much. I felt like the name. Neeson anchored me to a real place, somewhere where my family was from, where I was from, sort of like a gravel road, and that place had always been New Orleans.

But now that I learned where this name had really come from and where we had really come from. Down to the actual coordinates that we found in Abraham's government land grant in a quarter mile.

Sort of on the edge of the forest and park, in front of this short bit of fence and this massive real estate sign. Becky and Becky, there's two Beckys.

Becky, where two smiling white ladies, both named Becky, were selling this meadow in plots of land and it's going to be a housing development eventually. Oh wow, I know.

But for now, if you hop the ditch, step around the fence and kind of climb through the weeds.

The field just opens up in front of you.

It was filled with tall grasses, wildflowers. you could imagine cows or sheep grazing peacefully on it under this big blue sky. Yeah, I mean.

It was beautiful.

This was the land where Levi was born, and it was here that, as a little boy, he was sick and was sold away from his mother. And now here I was his great, great, great granddaughter.

And what I wanted to do was think of something important to say, something worthy of these people, but instead.

I just wandered around feeling extremely overwhelmed, I don't really know what to say and not able to articulate why.

An orange butterfly just passed and just landed near me.

I just feel uneasy here.

And the longer I was there, the more and more aware I became of the ring on my finger.

I'm walking around with this name on my hand, on every paper I sign, on every credit card I have.

And the name, part of it represents.

A horror. And this is where it starts like, especially being on that land, the name it does start to feel gross.

Should we have expectations of feeling whole when we go back to these these forced work spaces? Were you seeking wholeness by going to Abraham's?

Land-grant, spot, plantation. Or was it just to see what happened?

I don't think I've thought about wholeness because I haven't.

I feel very overwhelmed and like, I can't like, it's like, it's hard to process.

Everything this whole week right away. So I try to think, like, how do I feel? A lot of the times? The answer is, I don't know.

So I don't, and I feel a lot of pressure to have to have a feeling, you know?

But a lot of the time, the answer is just like, it's just soup. In my head, my brain feels like it's reaching its CPU capacity.

All of the fans are spinning. It's getting hot, it's hot like you can't put it on your leg.

Brain is.

How do you move on from this land and from Abraham?

How do you keep being a Nisan after you know where the name came from?

When Levi left this land, When Viney left this land, what did they do well for Levi after he sold as a seven-year-old sickly boy? The next time we find evidence on paper that he ever existed is when he pops up in New Orleans as a 20-year-old runaway, enlisting in the Union Army. And as for Viney? Four years after she was sold with her daughter Sophia to Abraham's son, the civil war begins. there's no trace of Sophia. But as we move forward in time, from there, on the 1870 and 1880 censuses, you can see.

A couple of Vineys living in East Feliciana Parish, There's a Viney Rogers, there's a Viney Doherty, and there's also a Melvina Banks, who sometimes goes by Viney. And Nika thinks that any one of these women, maybe even more than one of them, could be our viney.

These people are walking into their lives, choosing how they want to be referred to. So Viney could have used one last name for a while and then just changed her mind. Yeah, anyway, maybe the bigger clue, gosh.

That one of these is our viney, it's going through all of the enslaved people one by one. Is that that list of people who were sold on the same day? She was? Some of those people are in the same community as these vineys that I found.

Offer FoR Sale Negro woman. Amy, age 60 years old, like one of these vineys, has a neighbor named Amy, who's the right age to be the same one. From the auction, and I'm completely positive that it's her because her name is listed as Amy Neeson. There's also a Susan and a Louisa and a Millie living nearby, and all three of these people were sold in the same auction that Viney was.

It's still the same community of people, and it's in this community that Viney made a home and grew old. And actually, for a long time, we could find almost nothing about her.

Until in 1890, Melvina or Viney Banks submits a pension application for Levi Neeson. OK, so this is the thing that I want to show you, so if you just click this link, it's an image, OK, I see that looks like an index card.

Yeah, this is from a collection of military documents that we found online. Viney hasn't seen her son Levi since he was a little boy, but 25 years after the end of the Civil War. As a very old, very poor woman, she must have somehow heard that. Levi had served as a soldier in the Union Army and thought, if he died in the war, then let's apply for his pension. And the kind of small but incredible thing here is that since she's been free, there's been no documentation that Viney's ever used the name Neeson.

But here in this form says name of dependent mother Neeson Viney.

She uses this old name, the name of her enslaver. why would she do that? That's a great question, and so one of the things that we see with enslaved people is. The name that their enslavers had is often an identifier for their relatives that were sold away from them or separated from them to find them. This is historian Dinah Ramey Berry.

And I called her up because this is the kind of question she thinks about every single day. People ask, Well, why do people keep their quote unquote? Slave name, you know, you hear that in contemporary conversations, but often enslaved people. Until they could reconnect with their biological family, or the family that had become a biological family for them. Sometimes they chose to keep that name, or, in Viney's case, use the name as a marker in space.

And sometimes the only way they could trace after being sold or separated, you know, across county lines, across state lines, was a name, one name.

So Viney puts down this name, the last name she ever knew her son to have. And she files this application and she waits for a reply from the government.

But there wasn't a certificate granted. Her application was declined because it had already been granted to someone else, to Levi. Because he wasn't dead. Whoa.

And here's what we could find out about him. He's kept the name Neesam. He's now a man in his 40s, living in a cabin on a plantation just outside New Orleans in St. Bernard Parish, where he rents an acre of land and plants vegetables. He's got some health problems, chronic rheumatism complications from a really bad bout of smallpox.

And about two or three days a week, when he can, he works for an Italian family on their vegetable farm. We also know that living in the cabin with him was his wife, a woman named Celia Hall. We know that they ended up ultimately having six kids named Levi, Mamie, Elizabeth, my Great-great-grandfather, Israel, Harry and John. All neesams. And we can't know because, of course, there are no documents on this, but it's possible. And I hope that because Levi kept the name Neesam and Viney used the name Neesam, that they were able to find each other.

Wow, wow. I hope they traveled the hundred and some miles that separated them. I hope that Viney got to visit Levi's cabin.

Maybe they went outside in the late summer sun and picked vegetables out of his garden tomatoes or cucumbers or zucchini, and made dinner together.

And, most of all, I hope that at the age of 97, Viney finally got to meet her grandkids.

It's an anchor. Like the name has anchored your family. Even if there's been some detours along the way, it still connects you to family again. Dinah Ramey Berry and the quest for family genealogy, as you have even experienced yourself. That's exactly what enslaved people were doing live during slavery and in the immediate aftermath, and trying to connect with family.

You know, your name has been important to multiple generations of your relatives.

Whoa, where are we? One last stop, one last cemetery, this one for veterans. The grass is green and cut and trim.

I don't fear mud on my shoes, no mud here. I've come to say goodbye to Levi 12 7, 9, 6, 7, 12 7, 9 7 Levi Leesom.

Just a very simple headstone, very clean. USCT United States colored troops.

Here he is, he's right underneath a big tree, even though he'd been lying here all along to find him. I had to wade through the horror of one of the worst things that has ever happened in our history, and I keep thinking about to. Yesterday held a piece of paper that documented his sale as a seven-year-old boy referred to him as sickly.

And then today to make it here.

Yesterday enslaved and today free.

And through that whole journey, he held on to our name, carrying it from enslavement to freedom and onwards. And I keep thinking about the moment that I asked my dad why he didn't seem as hung up on. The question of are we supposed to be Nisans? and if we are, where did it come from? And if we're not, then who are we supposed to be? Then? Whose name are we supposed to be carrying with us forever into the future?

And my dad's attitude about it was, Hey, this name, this is what I got. Here's what it is now and I'm going to make sure that I honor, develop and move the ball with it. Maybe similar to Dad, Levi thought, You know, I'm right here. Here's my starting point.

I'm moving forward.

Looking back, I found a lot of people, my people, holding on to this name like a bright line. Through history, each of us for a different reason, as it shifted and changed, connecting us all together, proof that we were here, that we still are here, all of us.

Looking forwards.

You still wearing that ring?

Definitely never taken this thing off.

This episode was reported by Alex Neeson, with editorial and research support from the patient yet excitable Nika Sewell-Smith. It was produced by Annie McEwen and Andrew Vinales, with dialogue mix from Arianne Wack. Most of the music we used in the episode came from an amazing group of musicians we gathered here in the WNYC studios. Paul Brandenburg on trumpet, Justin Flynn on sax, Mark Miller on trombone, Kenny Bentley on natuba and Jason Isaacs on the drums, all recorded by Irene Trudeau.

Special thanks Alex, You want to take those? family? thanks? Yeah, family thanks. None of this story could have been possible without help from my aunts. Cheryl Neeson, Isadore, Karen Neeson, Dykes, Jahari Neeson, Kion Neeson, my uncles Kevin Neeson and Anthony Neeson, who actually recently passed away.

My mom, Olivia Neeson, my grandfather, the late Clarence Neeson Sr. or so we thought, and of course, my dad, the person who started this all Clarence Neeson Jr. or so we thought. And I also want to thank, I guess she's my cousin, Aurelia Amelia Jackson, also known as Rhea. Thanks also to Russell Gregg, Victory Velez, Asher Griffith, Sabrina Thomas, Nancy Richard, Katie Neeson, Amanda Hayden, Gabriel Lee and Devon Schwartz.

And before we let you go, we wanted to tell you about a show that exists in the same orbit or realm of the story you just heard. It's from our colleagues at WNYC Studios over at the show, La Brega, a show about the Puerto Rican experience. They've just released a whole second season. Each episode is about a different song from the island. I loved one. That's about this unlikely salsa hit, about a father rejecting his own kid.

El Gran Verón, en la sala de un hospital a las nueve y cuarenta y tres, nació Simón. That episode ends up becoming this really tearjerker-y story about a father and daughter. But the story that feels like it is truly in conversation with. The one you just heard is called The Moon's Distance. And while in our story, you heard Alex clawing into the past to discover that distance can create a closeness that we usually assume can't be had over space and time. This episode claws its way into the future, to imagine a kind of connection between a castaway of sorts and their homeland.

If that sounds a little confusing, let me just play a brief excerpt from the episode, The Tippy Top, where host Alana Casanova Burgess sets up the mischievous thing that they decide to do. There's a poem, Boricua en la Luna, that became a song. It was written by Juan Antonio Correjer from Ciales Like My Mother, and it was put to music and sung for the first time by Roy Brown.

It's a song about not being in Puerto Rico, as so many Puerto Rican anthems are. But the message isn't only about yearning, it's about defiance, about holding on to your Puerto Rican-ness wherever you are. It's the ultimate diaspora song, and it gets me every time. The narrator is born in New York of parents who left the island and who dreamed of one day returning, and it's a dream he shares as well.

There's a line. He lives with the hope that one day he can reclaim what he has lost.

A Puerto Rico of dreams and then the most famous lines, the last two.

I would be Puerto Rican even if I were born on the moon.

That line, it says so much about what it means to be from this place and to hold on to that no matter what. Nobody can take it away from us. It's such a profound and relatable feeling and we wanted to push it as far as it could go. And so for this episode, we asked the renowned Puerto Rican writer Sergio Gutiérrez Negrón to imagine a new universe for Boricua en la Luna.

The story he created is as rich and surprising as the song and poem at its heart, and I'm so excited to share it with you. And so this is the moon's distance.

Hi Kelvin, this is Nanette. It is such a great episode. I love that they thought to do this and that they did it and executed it so well. So go check out La Brega, The Moon's Distance or any of all the other episodes they have there. Thanks so much for listening.

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