06/13/2022
The Fire Burns Still
Carolyn Cousar
June 11, 2022
Students of American History question the how and why of slavery. How did so few slave owners keep so many enslaved men and women in chains? How was it possible that Black men allowed a whip to prevent them from protecting the women they loved and the children they fathered. The questions are rational and in order for students to understand they need to understand the history of American slavery and freedom. Crumbs of America’s history has been taught but for students to get a true picture of our history, it must include the stories of all of its peoples, and we need to let all know that what we have been told is only a partial history beginning with the men who we called founders. We have been taught the segment of history that shows American leaders in a favorable light. We need to know and understand that the men that have been hailed as men of honor and integrity, men who were called gentlemen were flawed and weak. So too, then are the Black men that we were taught were rogues and enemies to the American way were really heroes that should be placed on a pedestal and praised for their bravery. Nat Turner was not a terrorist, he wanted the same thing that Patrick Henry wanted, freedom. Harriett Tubman and Frederick Douglass and so many others were not criminals that a price should have been placed on their lives, they just wanted to breathe free.
First and foremost, our history does not begin on a slave ship! Our history that for whatever reason was ignored, discounted or was not known by Pope Nicholas the Fifth in 1440 when he gave permission to the Portuguese to invade the African continent and rob it of its peoples. The Pope called the inhabitants of the ‘Dark Continent’ as Africa was called, infidels saying that they were heathens without knowledge of Christ. Did he not know, or did he chose to ignore, according to Ecclesiastical History, John of Ephesus recorded the Christianization of Nubia officially began about a decade before the start of the 6th century, between the years AD 538 and 546. That was decidedly before the 1440s. The men who did the robbing, did not care whether our African forbears were Christian or not, their goal was the money that was being made for transporting the people with Black skin. For them it was never a matter of right or wrong, it was a matter of becoming rich. They took people out of their natural habitat and then called them ignorant because they did not understand what was happening or what was being said and done. To their eye, the African’s dress code was not appropriate for civilized society, so they were labeled uncivilized and because those captains of trade did not understand their behavior, they were called uncultured. Thusly, our African forbears came to the new world with such labels placed on them by persons who had no clue as to their spiritual beliefs, no understanding of their mode of dress , and no respect for their way of life, their culture. But those captains of trade, the kidnappers, were white and right, superior in their own minds.
All that was left behind was a vast, golden history that had been passed down to each generation by word of mouth, by the stories of each family and village. The socialization process for Africa’s young people included sessions with village elders who shared the cultural material necessary for life in the clan or tribe. Intellectual continuity flowed not through the study of great or sacred books but through recitation, lectures, and dialogue. That is a value that America did not appreciate. It was said by the industrious captains that brought Africans to these shores that the Africans came with nothing to enhance life here denying Black Americans the significance of their contributions to the budding culture of a new nation.
The Emancipation Proclamation was issued in 1863 but not confirmed and accepted until the Civil War ended and the 13th amendment was ratified in December of 1865. With freedom Black men were (on paper) were given the right to suffrage, they could vote. The problem was the persons who were to administer the justice system allowing us to practice our rights and privileges were the same people who for three hundred years had held us in bo***ge and did not want us to have any rights as American born citizens. The struggle was not over. Those who believed themselves to be superior were still in charge. But there was a difference, the door of citizenship was cracked open, and we had taken part in forming a more perfect Union with more than 270,000 Black men who fought in the Civil War helping to ensure domestic tranquility and so on as laid out in the preamble to the Constitution. The door was cracked open for us who were now counted as full persons rather than 3/5 a person and who could remind our white brothers and sisters that as the Declaration of Independence states in its beginning that “all men are created equal” and are endowed with certain unalienable rights which include the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. We knew this because ten years after the end of the Civil War, illiteracy rates in the Black population were dropping and with each opportunity Blacks were attending any school provided for them and they were learning to read for themselves. But the struggle was not over.
Battles were won, Reconstruction period when so many of our Historically Black Colleges and Universities were established, attending school was not as difficult for generations after freedom, but the struggle was not over. Share cropping replaced slavery and the Klu Klux Klan was formed to keep our ancestors in their proper inferior places. But the Underground Railroad was replaced with broken down jalopies and feet and even a few train tickets allowing millions to ride or walk, hop a freight train, or any other way they could get away from the land of their torment and misery. They recognized that the struggle was not over but they were not sitting and waiting for the next vestige of life’s hard knocks to happen. They went looking for a new Promised Land in the North, West, and some even went to Mexico seeking for their better day.
The Civil Rights Movement came and went. Changes were fought for and some were won. But today we realize that the struggle is not over yet. In the last national election Blacks finally saw the need and the advantage of getting out and voting. We did and made a difference. America rather than accept that difference as right and just, are trying everything they know to block our Constitution given rights to the election process. From 1865 to 2022, we are still laboring for the right to vote. The tactics have changed, we no longer fear violence for going to the polls, but we wonder will we have polls to go to. The struggle is not over, but we have to show America that we like our ancestors are not giving in to their unjust shenanigans. We are at least as strong and as determined as the men and women who raised us, and we should be determined not to let their efforts have been in vain. We have not forgotten the mothers and fathers who scrubbed and swept floors so we could attend school. We have not forgotten the teachers who patted us on the backs in our segregated schools and encouraged us to reach higher. We have not forgotten the neighborhoods where every adult took responsibility for every child and cared for us. We have not forgotten the neighbors where we were sent to borrow a cup of sugar when there was none at our house. The struggle is in our hands, and we have not forgotten.
We remember, that every African village, town, hamlet, clan or tribe had a Griot. The Griot was important to the future of his people because he held in his head the legacy of survival, of labor, of successes and of failures. In each of our communities, churches, community groups or whatever we call our gatherings, we need such a person. We need to stop letting others write our stories because what is important to the narrative, may not be as important to the legacy. It may sound better to omit some parts that are not favorable to the writer but could be more crucial to the future of the listener. It is our responsibility to tell our stories to include our failures and our successes; to include those whose efforts propelled us forward and those whose efforts attempted to hold us back. We need to share our good times, what we were thankful for and what we had to overcome. The baton of struggle is now in our hands, and we need to show the strength of our African forebears and the determination of our African American ancestors, and most of all the spiritual legacy of the blood that flows within our veins.