I don’t use the term “black history” because I am not black: I am African.

When the slave ship came, it brought Africans, not Virgin Islanders, so I am African and proud.

To the other 95 percent of Africans who call themselves Caribbean people, that’s your business. I know who I am.

I am writing about inventions made by my people for which someone else stole the credit.

• John Standard: refrigerator

• Sarah Boone: ironing board

• George Te Samon: clothes dryer

• Jane Matzeliger, of Guyana: shoe lasting machine

• Walter Sammons: combs

• Joseph Smith: lawn sprinkler

• John Burr: lawn mower

• Frederick Jones: air conditioner

• Alice Parker: heating furnace

• Lewis Latimer: electric lamp

• Michael Harvey: lantern

• Granville T. Woods: automatic cut-off switch

• Thomas W. Stewart: mop

• Lloyd P. Ray: dustpan

• Alexander Miles: elevator

• Richard Spikes: automatic gearshift

• Joseph Gambol: super charge system for internal combustion engine

• Garrett A. Morgan: traffic signals

• Charles Brooks: street sweeper

• Joan Love: pencil sharpener

• William Purveys: fountain pen, hand stamp

• Lee Burridge: typewriter machine

• W.A. Love: advance printing press

• William Barry: post marking and cancelling machine

• Phillip Downing: letter drop

• Dr. Charles Drew: blood bank

As an African, I am very proud. Africa is my homeland; VI is just nationality.

People like Dr. Quincy Lettsome, Dr. Melvin Turnbull, Gilbert Trott, Alred Frett, Shavanda Edjuenka, the Rastafarians, the African Studies Club, the brothers and sisters who attend the wreath-tossing ceremony for remembrance of the middle passage of our ancestors — they know who they are.

I know my exact family roots in Africa. On my mother’s side, my DNA is the same with the Kru — or Kroo or Klu — people of Liberia; the Balanta people of Guinea-Bissau; and the Mende people of Sierra Leone. On my father’s side, it’s the Yoruba people of Nigeria.

Although I have 15 percent European in my DNA — the Quaker William Penn on my father’s side and the Skelton on my mother’s side — and 10 percent Carib on my father’s side, I am still African.

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