Liberian Minks
I’m really not good at making up band names. Liberian Minks was among my best, if that tells you anything.
I had been pondering collective memory and how generations of enslavement could make such a difference in one’s psyche. Compare two minks, for instance, one whose ancestors have always lived free in the wild, and another descended from cage-bred creatures fattened and killed for their skins.
Similarly, ponder the African whose generations have always been in Africa and contrast him with the man whose ancestral path diverged, onto a slave ship, into plantations and generations of abuse, then back to the dark continent as if he could start fresh and clean and pretend it all didn’t happen. You know, like what they tried to do with Liberia?
Liberian Minks? Get it? This is why I’m no good at band names. First off, nobody gets it unless I explain the hell out of it. Then once I explain the hell out of it, it sounds really depressing, even though I really didn’t mean it to be.
I should just give up and buy myself a mink coat. They’re really pretty.