~ ‘Slaughtering Injustice,’ A Commemoration In Unity ~

~ ‘Slaughtering Injustice,’ A Commemoration In Unity ~

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July 26, 2015

~ ‘Slaughtering Injustice,’ A Commemoration In Unity ~




Gregory V. Boulware

Removal of a banner…

~May It Never Again Wave The Insignia of Evil, Hatred, and Terror~


IT was none surprise to find folks like ‘The Frasier’s’ existence among people who attended local and international events commemorating what many would appeal a terroristic act against nine congregants at the Emanuel AME Church in Charleston, South Carolina. They were amid those who came from around the clime for a candlelight vigil outside the St. Raymond of Penafort Church. More than sum of ~ units hundred and fifty gathered at Vernon Road and Williams Avenue in the Cedarbrook division of Mount Airy in Philadelphia. Many limited motorists stopped by while honking their horns in aggregate support of the outside gathering.

Louise Frasier settled that she has three sisters and a armed force of nieces and nephews currently manner of life in South Carolina. She verbally espouses a dignified concern for their safety and the well-subsistence of the younger relatives as well.

“My wife and I in continuance have family in South Carolina,” adds Eugene Frasier. “I not only have ties with the AME Church in South Carolina, ~-end I also graduated from Allen University to what the pastor and the youngest body of christians member who was killed graduated from there too. I lived through the intolerance and hatred, so I have religious anger. I am here to master some solace because of the unpropitious of racism.”

Reverend Christopher M. Walsh, Pastor of St. Raymond, listed the indigenous reactions that he noticed of greatest in number people. He said it was “natural to feel sad for the victims and their families and appropriate to glorify them as Christian Heroes.”

He secondly acknowledged bile as a natural response after somewhat traumatic experience.

The reverend thirdly distinct out the re-opening of of long date wounds, caused by the massacre, was especially good for wounds for those who lived through the further overt southern segregation. Walsh also eminent, according to a report by Arlene Edmunds of 21st Century Media News Service that multitude are particularly angry because they judgment this type of racial animosity was rearward them.

Rev. Walsh paused to remember reaped ground of the nine victims of the June 17, 2015 Charleston, S.C. Massacre.

The victims:

Rev. and State Senator Clementa Pinckney

Rev. Daniel Simmons

Rev. DePayne Middleton Singleton

Ethel Lance

Cynthia Marie Graham Hurd

Tawanza Sanders

Susie Jackson

It was June 19, 1865, at the time the news reached enslaved Africans in Galveston, Texas, that they were freed during the Civil War by The Emancipation Proclamation that was issued in January 1863.

Thousands from Mount Airy, West Oak Lane, and Germantown converged ~ward Germantown (The Great Road) Avenue against the festivities of the ‘Juneteenth Festival’ external part of local historic sites and landmarks similar as the ‘Johnson House,’ a portion of the ‘Underground Railroad.’

“Paying shut up attention to the ‘scuttle-mark,’ gossip, and rumors about, I remember opportunity to be heard something about an occultist and his collection back in history class. It was affair about George Washington and a abstruse back in the 16th or 17th hundred years. It was during, I think, the French-American and British declared hostilities of the colonies. The old mansions in Germantown mirror upon the general’s visit forward with the French leader, Lafayette.

The mansions onward ‘The Great Road’ held a without fault and authenticated history of events from back soon afterward.

What I do know up to this instant is what has been said, stored, and recorded:

~ “The Battle of Germantown” occurred at the Cliveden Manor. “It was besides the country home of Pa. Chief Justice Benjamin Chew. On October 4, 1777, a British regiment occupied Cliveden and defended it from replete assaults by the Colonials. Over 70 soldiers died up~ these grounds. Although it was some American defeat, Washington’s bold generalship helped to win French aid as antidote to the cause of independence.” – “The First Protest Against Slavery was in this place in 1688, at the home of Tunes Kunders, each eloquent protest was written by a clump of German Quakers. Signed by Pastorius and three others, it preceded ~ dint of. 92 years Pennsylvania’s passage of the nation’s leading state abolition law.” ~

What began viewed like a summer retreat, to a colonial landmark, became the station of a viciously nasty war, “The Battle of Germantown.’ Many bring forth wondered if this was an calamity in history.

Cliveden Manor is a narration of a colonial family, the servants, and its slaves.

Before William Penn and the Mayflower, the Native Americans lived adhering the land now known as the United States of America. Here in the northwest, the Philadelphia-Germantown sphere is where the Quakers settled to farm and settle businesses. They were mostly of German coming down, hence the name Germantown.

This territory was also a haven for fugitive slaves. “The Underground Railroad” ran through this region of the country for the re~on that well. There existed a number of “Safe-Houses” in the place of escaped African-American Slaves (not known at that time as African Americans) such as, The Mennonite Meeting House and the Johnson House. The course to freedom for Black people repeatedly led to Canada, although a equal in ~ of African descendants decided to settle in Germantown at which place they felt safe from persecution.”

“When There’s No More Room In Hell”


The Cheltenham NAACP held its ‘Annual Scholarship Banquet’ through a full house at the Flourtown Country Club adhering June 28th, 2015.

“Young People Are Truly The Instruments For Justice”

~Pastor Elijah Morris~

Brendan Boyle uttered that he was pleased to exist among those from the Cheltenham domain communities that he once considered opulent while growing up in Olney.

“I am honored the NAACP has invited me to converse in,” said the D-13 U.S. Representative.

~ The Highlight of the Event was the Awarding of Scholarships~

“Instruments For Justice,” was ~ly appropriate as the organization once again honored local students with Educational Achievement Awards and the NAACP Scholarship Awards similar to well as the Community Service Award.

The Educational Achievement Award is given to those who supervise the NAACP Essay Contest.

“The Cheltenham definite space branch of the NAACP believes that Black lives thing and all lives matter. We honestly hope and believe that the settlement for better police-community relations has established and leave continue to grow,” as recorded of Harvey Crudup in a booklet. He was incapable to attend the event in bodily substance as scheduled.

The mission of the Cheltenham sunken space adjoining the basement branch of the NAACP is to make sure the political, educational, social, and economical identical value of rights to all persons and to get clear of racial hatred and racial, ethnic, holy, and sexual orientation discrimination in Cheltenham, Jenkintown, Springfield, Plymouth Meeting, and Whitemarsh Townships.

The group’s objectives take in ensuring equal rights, eliminating racial prepossess unfavorably, removing barriers of racial discrimination from the democratic process and enacting as well to the degree that enforcing federal, state, and local polite rights laws. It seeks to signify to the public of racial discrimination’s hostile as it seeks to eliminate it. It too has an educational arm helping those in the common be more aware of their lawful rights and how to take permissible action to secure those, reports Edmunds.

~“The Dylan Roofs, The Ku Klux Klan, and racist rants up~ ’Facebook’ will not have the endure word!”~

“How did you feel when you noticed someone of in this way-called celebrity status and disallowed contiguity for fear of ridicule or misplaced moderate self-esteem? “I know that person…he/she is the deputy that I’ve seen on TV, Who Spoke at My Childs Graduation Ceremony, The Church, The Community Meeting, and the News Media!” You represent the attempt to press the prize of the individual only to have ~ing dismissed as something just above every annoyance… insignificant. But the person in dispute is held to a higher standard…a principal character, a role model, to be admired, respected someone that was supported at the poles and/or in the surroundings of ones’ home, amidst family and friends!

You got the suitable to meet and greet this icon but to be waved off and or sharpen aside. This individual will be courting your ballot and/or your support the real next week as prerequisite to some upcoming campaign! He or She desire want your undivided attention, your obstinate support, your utter and complete believing and allegiance to and for the cause…yes?

This employment was shared with a couple of friends and it was suggested not to take it physical. I take it personal when someone who sets him/her-self higher than the folks they profess to personate and then portray themselves as so while believing they can get absent with being rude! Also, thinking the bodily substance of said contact is such that you are privileged to dismiss whereas it is such a person who is depended relating to for belief and support of the move and/or the betterment of altogether.”

“Are People of Color Subject To The NAACP?”



“Because spotless shipyard workmen would not allow him to labor alongside them, the man who defeated Garnet’s ‘Call To Revolt’ ~ means of a resolution calling for “Moral Suasion” was an escaped slave who taught himself to learned and write. He went to labor for the Anti-Slavery Society and became a far-famed speaker and writer. Though he opposite ‘The Call To Revolt’ in 1843 – By 1849 he was penmanship: “If there is no struggle, in that place is no progress. …this struggle may exist a moral one; or it may have existence a physical one; or it may have ~ing both moral and physical’ but it be obliged to be a struggle. Power concedes thing of no importance without a demand. It never did, and it none will.”

~Frederick Douglas~


~’Black American Freedom Fighters’~


“Nine African-American worshippers slaughtered June 17 ~ means of a stone-cold racist that they tried to inoculate with the “Almighty’s Healing Love,” afore~ Obama. “They were having a bible-study session in the basement of the historic Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal (AME) Church in Charleston, S.C.,” reported Don Scott of A Place In History, The Mt. Airy Times Express, July 10, 2015.

“I couldn’t avoid thinking of my Mom and Late Dad’s South Carolina ancestors,” uttered Scott. “I also thought of the nearby enslaved predecessors of the president’s wife, First Lady Michelle Obama.”

As the president continued declamation, he reiterated the strength of the AME Church and its devise via such brave leaders as ‘Denmark Vesey’ who organized the surly-fated 1821-1822 slave rebellion with fellow Emanuel Congregants.

Bishop Richard Allen founded AME’s expression.-wide denominations. He was a shadowy and exceptionally courageous African-American younker. Chief Jurist Benjamin Chew owned Brother Richard Allen during the 1760s. Judge Chew operated huge estates in the mid-Atlantic sphere and nearby Germantown, where he lived in the ‘Cliveden Mansion.’ Chew was likewise the principle advisor to friend and peer Quaker, William Penn. He was the state’s planter and a slave owner as well. They and their dispose(s) hypocritically sought religious and civil freedom and independence from England with respect to themselves.

Richard Allen not only versed the inhumanity of bondage, he was to a high degree familiar with the ingrained institution of mean labor in the Unites States of America’s South Carolina.

It was in that place where the confederacy and the movement to preserve slavery would be eventually evil-fated just about a century later by white supremacists caressing their traitorous insurgent flag fluttering tragically and defiantly well in imitation of the civil war defeat in the 1860s.

In that environment, Blacks fought in each conceivable way against the institution of mean labor. Barack Obama succinctly pointed out for the period of the eulogy that eventually became in this way effectively adopted by the likes of Dr. Martin Luther King similar to well as others who spoke from the pulpit of the historic Emanuel AME; in their be at hand of utilizing God’s good and beatified grace.

Many along the way esteem been brutally murdered, not unlike the latter slaughter and destruction at Emanuel AME – albeit, their shear and utter bravery carved a path for the nation’s salvation that continues into and on the farther side of today.

It is appalling how injurious-hearted people can have the impertinence to defend the so-called even now wretched and dishonored blood-soaked clerical profession of the infamous confederate flag.

Mr. Scott says ‘William of Willie Middleton (a.k.a. Bill Mitchell), who was undoubtedly in a great degree familiar with that divisive rebel token. He first departed the “blistering boiler of South Carolina’s disgrace-civil war hatred.

Willie Middleton in brief settled in Philadelphia’s suburban Roslyn in the Abington definite space in or about 1920.

Beaufort County, S.C. is in which place his family was owned by the Edwards parents and children. This info is reported according to derivation research that is likely tied to slavic-holding dynasties run by the Middleton’s, ’Halls,’ and Calhoun’s,’ a clan that more than likely exploited Willie’s father’s ancestors from upstate in Abbeville County.

Willie is Mr. Scott’s Grandfather; his mother’s father.

“Amazingly,” Scott writes, “a scarcely any members of those families actually signed the ‘Declaration of Independence, especially remarkable to me as many Americans bless the Country’s Birthday, July 4, 1776. Indeed, those Africans – including the ancestors of the slain State Senator and Reverend Clementa Pinckney, of Emanuel AME were constrained to work on the sprawling plantations of the pallid power brokers. They were not estranged from the First Lady Michelle Obama’s paternal ‘Gullah-Geechee’ ancestors, the Robinsons, who were enslaved in Georgetown, S.C.

In thing done, Grandpa moved northward during one of the “Great Migration” of Blacks from the South (for the re~on that did the Great-Grandparents of this reporting former – Winnsboro, S.C.) after moving as a longshoreman on the docks of ‘Savannah, Ga.’ and ‘Charleston, S.C. in the presence of finding similar work on Philadelphia’s give ~ to-front, one of the few places in what place Black Men arriving from the for a like rea~n-called ‘Dixie’ could find drudge.

‘SHAMAN’ an excerpt from ‘FAIRMOUNT’:



The remedy men and priests among the Indians were usually purely those men who thought more deep and strenuously than the average men in the tribe. These thinkers tended to live mixed the more successful tribes. To have an opinion, one needed at least some time deliver from the chore of procuring diet.

Native American tribes did not claim their medicine people “shamans.” This is a New Age term often misapplied to Native American Spiritual Leaders by people of European descent, self-professed “medicine” clan and their followers.

Native Americans, New Agers, and charlatans equal have radically augmented and revised the tenets of orally transmitted Native American religions. “Crystal brain caretakers” sit beside Native American physic men and medicine women, shamans and priests, and “Star Beings,” more readily than buffalo, are pondered. Outraged Native Americans have entered this fray, castigating those they descry exploiting traditional Native American spirituality.

These remedy men or spiritual leaders were in a diverging class than the other men of their tribe. This special status was not unable to exist without on their hunting and fishing. Contact with other tribes enabled thinkers to fabricate and expand their belief frameworks, such medicine men or spiritual leaders were besides prevalent in tribes that were accessible to outsiders.

As contemporary Native American religious flowerings are superlatively good understood by first examining the origins of Native American Spirituality, everything of the contemporary sects are most judicious comprehended in light of the traditionary religions. As these differ from their New Age and Christian versions, harvested land group is also unique compared to other orally transmitted sects. These traditional sects are best understood as a conglomerate by investigating a small in number individual traditional Native American religions.

Indian remedy men, spiritual leaders, priests and shamans


Chief Gerald Glenn, the Medicine Man, was secondary only to the chief in import and standing within his tribal dispose. His duties involved both religious interpretations and pharmacology. A welfare medicine man became adept at the pair and as a result, he was many times thought of as one who possessed magical powers. Before William Penn’s devout experiment, human impact in the Pocono Mountains ~ the agency of Native Americans and European settlers was minimal.

The Pennsylvania Mountains was the same of the last colonies to exist settled in the northern region of the civil community. The region remained wilderness until stamp from European settlers caused and flowing in of Native Americans from Maryland and the Carolinas’. Glenn, a point descendent of the Lenape Chieftain of the Penn and Lenape Peace Treaty, 1682, Chief Tammany who died in 1718, was his vastgreat-grandfather. His wife, a Huron Princess, reared sons who took from one side to the other as Chief of Nations along the Delaware Water Gap. They lived in peace with the residents of Stroudsburg, founded through Jacob Stroud in 1799.

The villages of the mountains raised buckwheat and rye, a bombastic crop with potatoes, maze, oats, bovine quadrupeds, sheep, and hogs. Chief of his hamlet as well as Chief of the Northeastern regional Forestry and Parks Services, Ranger Captain Glenn; like his, the community are also members of the Northwestern Indian Confederacy in the Mountains of Pennsylvania, New York, and Canada. The tribular members are The Cree, The Creek, The Ottawa, The Seminole, The Huron, The Cherokee, The Algonquian, The Ojibwa, The Shawnee, and The Lenape Nations. Glenn continues his conduct in the protection of his persons, their land, their tribal beliefs, and their estate. Glenn’s mother was of Creek/Seminole going down while his father was the Tribal Chief of The Shawnee-Lenape (Munsee-Minisink) of Ontario Canada and the Poconos.

Willice Samuel’s kindred arrived up North from Georgia ~ dint of. way of Winnsboro, South Carolina. The kindred settled in Coatesville Pennsylvania, in or respecting April 1911. Willice’s GreatGreat Grandfather talked in an opposite direction a lynching and burned at the picket murder of a Black Man through a mob of white men who wore masks. He declared the Black Man; named Zachariah Walker was accused of shooting to exit a white cop; named Edgar Rice. He was supposed to bring forth been a special police officer in Coatesville. He went forward to say, “The Colored Man was chased and treed in the woods in or forthcoming the Robert Faddis Woods near Youngsburg.

The Black Man tried to expel himself in the head, but failed. They took the Black Man to the hospital were his injuries were treated. A band of white men broke the window in the main conduit hallway, corralled the police officer guarding him and dragged the Black Man from his ~ at the stomach bed to the Sarah Jane Newland Farm rightful to the right of the pathway and almost directly opposite the farmhouse. In a grass theatre of war about fifty feet from the high~, they gathered dried Chestnut Rails and ancient fencing to build a fire. It took the whole of of three minutes to get the enthusiasm up to a height of ten feet or in addition. They asked him if he had at all last words…he didn’t. He was then thrown into the fire. The flames burned his raiment and seared his flesh – he managed to vault from the fire-pile and hop over a fence. They caught him and tied a curb in around his neck and dragged him back onto the hot fire. Walker tried two more ages to get out of the bonfire. He tried to be in possession of out of the seething furnace of hades. But he was beaten and pulled him back in successi~ the burning pile with each try.”

GreatGreat-Grandpa continued in c~tinuance with the graphic details. “The palling smell of burning flesh permeated the melody. Folks came from all around to care for and take pictures of the impassioned Black Man. They laughed and drank liquid substance. Their children had fun too. This the whole of happened on or around Saturday April 12, 1911…we packed and moved to Philadelphia.” The Willice’s are progeny of America’s lucrative Industry of Black Slavery.




After subsidence in South Philly with his wife, Emma Lou, Grandpop Willie and their nearly a dozen children; including Scott’s Mom, they attended Mother Bethel Church, the inventive AME Sanctuary founded by and by the courage of ‘Richard Allen.’ He motivated our populate to organize a Black Congregation for he and fellow Blacks were discriminated over ~ at the St. George’s Methodist Church in Downtown Philadelphia, Pa.

Brother Allen’s case and mission was so great and important that he inspired African Americans and other nation of color and not in the principally distant lands and places as remoter away as South Africa to Philadelphia’s City and surrounding Suburb of Montgomery County, to what several AME Churches thrive to this extremely day.

Of course, as we completely are well aware, there are persons who argue that the confederate grow languid is simply or just a ostentatious symbol of heritage and that story regarding such matters has no relevancy today.

Sadly, that murdering racist in God’s Emanuel AME Temple wore patches of South Africa’s vanished apartheid regime-system of so-called ‘hoar-supremacy.’ Pulling the trigger of his fire-arm exacerbated and magnified the growing between nations nature of his disease and depraved.

None of the perpetrators were through all ages sought out or successfully captured and/or protected conducive to a crime that happened near the like fields and lands that Brother Scott and My house-ancestors were kept in brutal bondage while struggling to survive, fighting tooth-and-nail for a better day with the scorching flames of great dislike all about them.

Benjamin F. Randolph, also a state senator and reverend, fought in the place of Black Rights; gave a presentation at Brother Pinckney’s Emanuel AME Church in Charleston.

Following the civil war in which he served like a Chaplain of the 26th United States Colored Troops, he was brutally assassinated at one Abbeville, S.C. train station upstate to which place three white men, right out in the candle of day, approached and blew him begone in a fashion of vile and villainous cold and treacherous blood.

‘The Rails, Some Hemp, and A Hanging’

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The Sun hadn’t risen to fickle up the world this morning. This agony-in-the-ass of a hostility has proven fruitless. It has bring forward us all in a terrible obligate. The ‘Blue-Bellies’ outside were gleeful and joking right under the window of my penitentiary-cell window. And as I recollect, I think I could see exclusive ‘darky’s’ planting, plowing, picking, and singing in the remoteness. The damned ‘Yankees’ have taken everything that belongs to us…

A join, maybe three of four birds chirped and sang in the distance. There could not have been somewhat more than that, I’m secure. The Yankee soldiers outside reveled in their superiority while enjoying the aromatic scents of ‘Hemp’ and ‘Moonshine.’ There was ~t any other way to get liquor other than someone composition it themselves. There was no deposit-bought liquor to be had during miles in any direction.

The partnership had its share of ‘shiner’s’ without ceasing both sides of the war-torn fences. Their horses bayed and pranced in the cold damp yet dark beginning of the day’s morn. My suspension tribunal was short and to the moot ~. My foolish guilt could not have ~ing reversed, albeit, my hatred for these ‘Blue-Coats’ and their Black supporters surpasses my disquietude and sorrowful agony. I do extended for the fragrance and joys of home… My of great price sweet ‘Abbey,’ my darling wife and young’uns; my plantation and memories of France cut at my brain.

In France I was broke, distressed, and penniless… Here in South Louisiana, I have become rich, powerful, and wholesome. I be in possession of more than a hundred acres of earth manned by two-hundred and eighty-five of the with most propriety young and strong Black livestock in the province. Four hundred head of cattle rub slightly together on my lands. The farmyard houses chickens, geese, ducks, pig-meat, and several dozen head of quickening horse flesh along with a not many dogs and cats. I am a extremely wealthy man indeed.

These invaders, these usurpers, these Black-defenders who be seized of confiscated our properties…must all return to their northern domains and domiciles or die. We gain made and taken great lengths and efforts to press with violence them out. They will not cast off our belongings…they will lose theirs!

Cowards and subordinates desire taken the places of my person time friends and neighbors. They own cravingly crept into running, hiding, and collaborating by the disciples of the leader of amend, abolition, and reverse slavery for hoar land owners and the young’uns. I sir, wish not allow it, not at completely. Someone ought to put a bullet in the form a ~ of that tall and long whiskered charlatan in that ‘White-House’ Capital of theirs!

I faculty of volition fight them to my last faint breeze. I will spit on thee and deprive of life thee upon sight of your gloomy coats. Bounties have been imposed put ~ you white folks who hire, lay up, utilize, employ, and/or hide in ~ degree Black run-away slaves or thus-called Union Soldiers. I will give a death-blow to. them, and kill them until I be possible to kill them no more. I faculty of volition shoot their horses, cook their dogs and livestock…and attach anyone who interferes. Their buildings, houses, conveyance, bridges, and trestles are game subjects on account of the targeting of my wrath and antipathy for their tyranny! Resistance will not exist futile.

Did I kiss my wife and daughters this sunrise? I, for the life of me effect not recall. I cannot remember!

The drifting tufts of the smoking hemp are greatest number gratifying… I’d like a tube-full. My pipe-full, did I retirement it on the terrace table next to my comforting rocking-chair? I vouchsafe believe that I have. I left it because of my return to relaxation once the build a ~ over is blown. That will stop the intruding, the advancement of these ‘nigger-lovers’ from advent down here, through here.

The morning…its’ opening was indeed ominous. It was strangely and mysteriously overcast with heavy thick clouds of gray and dulling-whiteness overhead. One bird made a noise that I could heed. The keys of the jail-hotel door clang and rattled. No breakfast did I admit; no water for washing or tippling was permitted either.

The voiceless ‘Blue-Bellies’ had approach for me. It was a time to cast reproach my misgivings. Do I have any? I wonder. The coldness of the morn and the tremor of my fear, have caused me apprehension to institute the procession to the bridge. I did thwart. I did struggle against them, my enemies. But it was altogether for naught. And then I complied by their directions. We marched from the penitentiary-house toward the desolation of the ‘Owl Creek Bridge.’

A Posted Warning:


~This 12 of April 1862~

The ~ up sign warned all who would stand by men as slaves while opposing a not oblique and just law. But this athletic southerner, tried to blow up ‘The Owl Creek Bridge’ anyway.

“Yes, somebody occurred at ‘The Owl Creek Bridge’ unit morning during the war. It was a somewhat cold., misty, and cloudy one at that.

I was a particular when we hung em.” The official continued on with his recollection. “He was defiant as hell, right up until the cessation, well, least ways when we enjoin that ‘hemp-rope’ around his neck. We tied his legs and feet so’s they won’t kick and flail. He cried. We therefore stood his cowardly ass atop a scrupulous new plank…and dropped him like a devastate of ‘tatter’s’ in the drink. Lucky toward him there was no ‘gators’ dizziness about.”

The drum-roll sounded. A bugle blew the morning ‘reviles.’ An owl was heard hooting fit as I heard the commander yelp the order:

‘First squad, stand-thoughtless! Forward hupp!’

Then, the air-bladder of marching boots…including those which covered my feet. The owl began to good like a child’s whistle, a flute, or haply a turtle-dove.

The first Sergeant; with my eyes I did see him un-bending and unraveling the knotted hemp. This was sentient done in preparation for the full noose-fitting around my neck. It barely did fit just perfectly.

Wet from sweating, my jet-black, long wavy hair did drip the sweat all over me. Blowing from one side was the wind, but not through the dead looking, leafless trees every part of around. They just stood there staring at me, mirthful at me without an ounce of pity or sorrow; the dead looking, and inert gray things. They appeared to subsist burnt wistful embers of black, grizzled, and white sinews.

The snow sanguinary from the sky a few days ~ne. I trembled. I heard my pocket-watch tick…

“Take his watch!” A mode of speaking ordered. It was taken away considered in the state of I stood backward upon a fresh reinvigorated plank of wood.

Was I dreaming this horrible some~? Abbey, Abbey, my dear darling ‘Abigail.’ Am I not home through you and the babies, my dear? Do I feel the warmth of our hollow and the tender bliss of our pleasure?

‘A living man, I need to be a living man…’ My dearest, I am by thee, I see thee – I vouchsafe; I feel thee.

~ ‘A livin somebody, a livin man… I wants to have existence a livin man.

In all da earth, he moves around, he walks round, he turns around…

I sees either tree, I reads each vein, I hears both worm upon each leaf…

The buzzing flies, the splashing search by dragging, they moves around this livin man…

A livin hu~ being, a livin man – I straits to be a ‘Living Man.’~

“At ten-cot!” shouted the commanding officer. I cried some more… Plunging down, down, and more distant down into the cold, cold drink, I was pop shocked. The cold icy-water pulled me perpendicular to the bottom. My shiny recent black knee-high boots filled through creek liquid. I was forced to section with them once I was unconstrained of my bonds. The fish gazed and gawked from in obverse of me and from behind each crevice. I hurriedly swam to the highest rank for air. At the surface, in that place was plenty to be had.

I heard the birds singing and chirping. I sententious precept the flowers and blooming blossoms forward the trees. A beautiful spider was mending her web as a wondrous green frog leaped from single leaf to another… A ball splashed close to my left faculty of discriminating sounds. I saw the soldiers up up~ the body the train’s bridge. They were training their weapons upon me…they are going to fire me, to kill me!

They were firmly shouting at me as I immediately swam away. I swam very fleet as though my life depended put ~ it. I outswam their bullets. Under the get ~, the fish and a tortoise joined me in the trek. I surfaced ~ the sake of air and swam a bit farther on. A ‘Cottonmouth’ saw me and wiggled in my lead. Diving beneath him allowed an avoidance. They kept shooting at me with handguns, rifles, and cannons. The hemp was stifle about my neck. Somehow, it had shattered from the fall off the bridge.

“He must be hanged! Sergeant, accord. the order to open fire!”

“Yes sir!”

 “If it’s indispensable thing, fire the cannon as well!”


They continued ~ off and reloading. The bullets and shells be successful all around me in the irrigate. The more I swam, the inferior the fire-power. The white-moisten rapids were now upon me. They threw me this tendency of action and that way, hither and fro…they carried me closer and closer towards home.

The forest changed from cold dead limbs to energetic and beautiful green leaves with in good health foliage upon the ground. I ran heavily end the fields and into the woods. I ran and ran in favor of what seemed like endless hours. The gunshots and great gun-fire drowned and disappeared in the remoteness behind me. Then suddenly a unceremonious pathway opened up in front of me. It explicit, beckoned to me to come to this place. The trees, the tallest redwoods or dogwoods that I’ve to the end of time seen stood on either side of the roadway. Wagon traffic must have traversed these woodlands. The footway was worn well. I ran and ran some more…I ran toward home.

It was on friendly terms, yet it was not. The twenty add a ~ of tall wrought-iron double gates stood closed at the end of the pathway. They opened wide upon my push forward and closed tightly behind me hind I’d passed through. I kept attached running, running towards home.

My shoeless feet bled since I began to walk. I’d fallen from running. I was tired further rejuvenated with my new found independence. I began to skip through the pussy-willows. I at that time saw it. The multiple tall hoary columns that adorned the veranda was a welcomed show indeed. My heart jumped and skipped by gladness. The porch, upon which my rocking-seat of justice sat, the table whose top kept useful my corn-cobb pipe filled to the edge with the best flavored hemp, accompanied ~ means of a bowl of my savory smoking tobacco. Next to it was my small brown jug.

The mansion’s multi-paned windows gleamed in the transparent and warm sunlight. The immaculate and appetizing clothing that I wore were it being so that tattered, dirty, and full of corruption. They were shredded to mere rags. I did not care. I was home.

There she is, there she comes… My dear serene and most beautiful Abbey. I could give heed to my children laughing and playing…she ran to me – by reason of me…Abigail, my loving wife.

She aphorism me running toward her. I could not become there soon enough, fast enough. My rags flittered in the racing twist. What was left of my once magnificently embroidered vest simply hung from my shoulders? My trousers were mere shreds about my hips and thighs…I did not care. I was in the long run and completely home!

She reached with regard to me and hugged me. She kissed and caressed me. She held me tightly. I felt her affections upon mine. I felt her enthusiastic and full lips upon mine. Her heartbeat was able as she held me fast and steadfast. I was home – fully and completely home.

“This is odd dear Abbey…it’s eerily and unexpectedly quiet. Where are the ‘darkies?’” She at rest smiled. Her pearly white teeth and ruby red lips plainly smiled at me. Her beautifully slow thick black hair flowed with a sudden gust of wind as she kissed me once more.

“To bed my dear…I wish to base thee now. It seems like it’s been likewise long since we’ve made handsome love. The warmth of you and our foundation will feel oh so very very agreeable, indeed.

Where are the children – in which place are all the animals?”

She hugged and kissed me more more…and simply smiled as we turned in the direction of the house and the bedroom.

I was prosperous, oh so very happy and relieved.

I began to cough…it grew worse and would not come to a stand. Abbey smiled and reached for me with open arms and a deliciously charming kiss that I did not, could not hold. The pain in my neck…on in what manner painful it was.

“My ears heard a unexpectedly and a snap while my eyes beheld the build a ~ over full of soldiers above and the devoid of warmth murky water flowing below… The regular swinging portrayed the cold gray region of clouds and the wispy willows of the dead and lifeless land …all about.

My mind’s sense of h~ing heard singing. It was the vote of a Black singing an ancient familiar song of the south. Was this blameless also a dream?”


‘A livin servant, a livin man, I wants to subsist a livin man…

In tot~y da world, he moves around, he walks around…

I sees both tree, I reads each vein, I hears either worm upon each leaf…

The buzzin flies, the splashin catch, they moves around this livin man…

a livin vassal, a livin man – I lack to be a ‘Living living soul!’ ~


Peyton Farguhar was just certain stupid. He was not a white ant nor was he involved in the activities of the contest of nations. He was a civilian southern plantation proprietor with a family and the proprietor of slaves.

Peyton was a secessionist who wanted to have ~ing a soldier. He wanted to dash a blow for the sovereign states of the toward the ~.

Farguhar suckered himself into involvement ~ the agency of acting on an opportunity to fulfill his wish.

“I’ll gale up the damned bridge!” He was warned not to take influence on his own by participants of the horrible clash and that of his close friends. After his prize and sentencing, he dreamed of home and kindred like so many of the Black slaves formerly did, the people he despised, through his neck in a noose.

The build a ~ over intended for destruction, stood over ‘Owl Creek,’ port the plank that bared the ponderousness of the doomed believer of the union. Peyton Farguhar wished that he’d remained at home.


In give ~ to of the tragedies and unjust travesties earth-wide, I would profoundly concur with our poignant Brother Scott; “discovery ourselves secure in the “Amazing Grace” of charity, hope, and sacrifice of the uncommon power of our people.” In every one of of the pain and persecution endured, sacred with the existence of Emanuel AME, Multi-Racial Church Communities, Supportive Organizations of Word-Wide Denominations endeavoring to persevere in the uprooting, annihilation, and slaughtering of injustice – at once and forever… Amen!

Today there is chaos, wars, starvation, greed, enviousness, betrayal and mistrust among the the vulgar and the nations of the earth. It is said by many, the prophet shall surely return to this world.




Til Next Time…



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