Three Day Quote Challenge-3

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Freedom

Photo taken by my friend @ exhibit in Delaware, summer 2014.

 

 

Writing 101 Day 5 Freedom

From the big house to the White House with no politics involved. Thousands of our ancestors fought and died for freedom.

Thousands more died with twisted minds, and bleeding hearts.

From shackles on the hands and feet, to slave torture…  that hideous obstruction around the head and neck called a metal mask. Was that supposed to stop the mind from thinking about running away to a place, or a space, to live in freedom? Hell no!

But really what do I know? I can merely speculate. Slaves were property. This is what was meant by Harriet Tubman when she said “I freed a thousand slaves I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves.”

But I don’t think they ever killed Jim Crow, and he now begins to grow.

He’s branching out in other ways, be wise of his many akas!

10:41 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Black History Family Fact

In 1955 (3) young black men Billy Hunter, Bobby Cook and Wilbur Robinson, my cousin played on Delaware Township Little League Team. The school is currently Cherry Hill West in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

The team played in the Little League World Series on August 26, 1955 Williamsport, Pennsylvania. Although they lost; they made history. They were the first integrated team to make it to the Championship Game players. There is a signed baseball in the Little League Hall Of Fame, located in Morrisville, Pennsylvania.

Wilbur Robinson attended Morgan State University, he is a Viet Nam Veteran, and he participated in Civil Rights activities in the 1960’s. He is currently a Pastor at a church in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

There is novel A Team to Remember by Gary Faucett which tells to the struggles and comradely of the team.

12:25 PM

Vera Jackson © 2014

Nelson Mandela

Through The Door

Weekly Challenge|Through The Door

Going through the door, I step into the past. I am inside The Peter Mott House. This is an Under Ground Railway Site, built 1844-1845. Immediately upon entering the small, but well-kept house, in Snow Haven, New Jersey, I feel a rush of adrenaline. In 1840 four of my ancestors, runaway slaves reached Haddonfield, New Jersey via the Under Ground Railway. They abandoned their slave name, and took the surname of Arthur. To be in this place, in this era is an experience I will never forget.

A few people sitting in the living room, motion with their fore finger up to their mouths, give me the universal be quiet sign. I know there were runaway slaves hiding in the basement. I am feeling euphoria, honored to be a participant in this quest for freedom.This safe haven is a brief stop for food, sleep, and shelter. There will be no more than 20 runaways, hiding in the basement, at any given time. The sofa backed against the living room wall, holds an ingenious secret. The wall slides from left to right, and reveals a passage to the basement. Perhaps this is what named the cliché, if walls could talk!

Once the time came to move on, Mr. Mott would transport some runaway slaves in his horse-drawn wagon to the communities of Haddonfield and Moorestown, NJ. These are common routes in the Quaker neighborhoods. Others will quietly leave, during the night on foot, to the next safe haven in hopes of reaching northern states and Canada.

In hopes of staying free from bondage of their slave owners!!!!!