ABSTRACT
My African safari was prompted by the same desire that prompts other Americans to return to Europe and Asia to visit their “Old Country”, or that of their parents or grandparents. I, too, wanted to return to the land of my forefathers, to see if it is as dark and as hopeless as it has been painted and to find how it would receive a prodigal daughter who had not been home for three hundred years. And I wanted to know what my own reactions would be to my African ancestors. …
