This Week's Pod Cast

 

Welcome back to the African Roots Podcast!

Thanks for tuning in to this week’s episode. I am preparing for next week’s experience in Ft. Wayne Indian, but today on this Friday, right now—“I am feeling some kind of way…..”

Weeping Child

There are many genealogy events to share—but today, because I am feeling–well some kind of way—this is a shorter podcast. My heart is heavy–and though I stand with friends, I feel quite alone. Not that I am alone–but alone with my thoughts that weigh down my heart.  This week 7 lives were lost—all for no reason. All of them were senseless deaths—and two–done “officially” while 5 others done in revenge. Some will say that the first two lives taken were taken because they brought it on themselves, yet, as a nation, we all know why they died. From Louisiana, to Minnesota, to Texas, we are heart broken in so many places. All 7 people should be living right now. Selling CD’s, driving their cars, or protecting the community, all of them should still be with us.

We live in a strange time, but we live in a trying time. Yet, as one who grew up in the 50s and 60s and became an adult in the 1970s I recall vividly the stories of Emmet Till, and the heartbreak of the murdered Civil Rights workers. I recall the assassinations of Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther, King.
still be here.

This time last year, we wept with Charleston—but then—-I also remember that when I was a child, 4 little girls were killed in their Church in Birmingham. Do some things never change?

Was Charleston a simple reminder of who and where we are?

Churches Attacked
As a genealogist I work with old records all the time, and we have all celebrated that the Freedmen’s Bureau records were indexed. But have we read those records?  One half hour’s worth of reading those outrages and letters will let you know–some things have never changed.

I remember the words of  Fannie Lou Hamer who told the nation in 1967  how she was beaten while in police custody. Her crime was simply helping people vote. She was beaten by those sworn to protect her. They were never prosecuted.

Fannie Lou Hamer
But back further in time, I research Oklahoma, and I know what happened to Laura Nelson, in Okemah Oklahoma. We all know the image of that poor woman and her son, both hanging from a bridge. I know what happened in Elaine Arkansas in 1919, and Catcher Arkansas in 1923. And I read the records of the Freedmen’s Bureau—and I see systematic cruelty towards people—my people—our people.

Are we not one people?  One America? Clearly to many–we are not.

So yes—today, I am feeling some kind of way….and my heart is heavy. Like the song—“Sometimes, I feel like a motherless child, a long way from home…..”

And I ask myself–is it time to find a new home?

Thank you for letting me share my thoughts and emotions as I feel “some kind of way” today.

We will all get back to what we do, of course, but my hope is that in our small way, in our small circles, we can somehow work to make this a better place. In the meantime, keep researching, keep documenting (and telling the story) and always keep sharing what you find.

Be well, and safe, my friends.

 

One Response to “African Roots Podcast Episode #379 July 8, 2016”

  1. Kristin says:

    Well said. I remember when that picture of Fannie Lou Hamer was taken and she made her I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. And I’m feeling that way myself today.

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