Black History is my history:
When I grew up, I had a son. As he grew older, I rehearsed
for him my childhood vow. I would say to him, “I don’t DO jail! You have no
business at the jailhouse! If you go there, do not expect me to come for you
because I DON’T DO JAIL!” He would just look at me and not say a word but he
knew that I meant every word. After he was a grown man, he told me of an
incident where he had gone to jail when he was about 30 years old. And even
though it was history, and he had only stayed overnight, my heart sank. I
breathed a sigh of relief at the same time as my heart was gripped with fear.
Would he be a repeat customer? I prayed not. And to this day, he has never
returned to jail. It would seem we dodged a bullet on that one.
Once, I attended a church service where a panel of prisoners
was allowed to come in to answer questions from the young people in the
congregation. Our pastor had at one time been locked up as a teenager. His
crime: murder. This was his attempt to give the next generation some first-hand
experience with some young men who knew the truth about jail-time and were
still living it. The question was asked, “What is the worst thing about being
in jail?” The answer came quickly. “Being separated from family,” one of the
young men said. “It is the loneliest feeling you will ever know.” His voice
broke and he dropped his head briefly. The rest of the panel nodded in
agreement. My mind flashed back to my brother and his stints in jail. Somehow,
my mother had known what I, as a child, could not fathom. Because of that, she
was willing to sacrifice to stay connected to him.
Still Their Slaves |
My mind now goes to the days of slavery. Men and women were bound
with chains and torn from the arms of their family members. Children were sold
off like chattel. The worse thing about slavery may not have been the abuse and
rough treatment. Perhaps the worst thing about slavery was “the separation from
family.” If that is the case, and more and more jails are built every year,
perhaps we have not yet overcome. What
if the reason so many of our young black men and an increasing number of women
are under a generational curse that has passed down through the ages and the
atrocities of slavery? What if we are still their slaves? Have we truly overcome?
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