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Pulling Back The Curtain Of Black Slavery

 

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A little note to whomsoever may read this article, let it be known that I am not racial in the least. I love every creed and race that my heavenly Father has created. My intent is to put over a little article on slavery and why it started, the mentality of some people. In this case I would have to use some words or phrases to speak like how they use to or to magnify my point, no OFFENCE is meant to be caused. Thanks for your kind understanding.

 

Word of thanks

 

Special thanks to Mr. Alex Haley for his book and movie Roots, which gives us a deep insight of what took place back then. Also for all other African slavery/injustice movies I have seen like; Sarafina, Chaka Zulu, Amistad, etc. That’s how I was able to write the following article.

 

Meaning of Slavery: it is forced labour in which you are considered the property of someone else. You have no rights from the day you were sold or captured. You should not look forward for any sought of compensation (wages/money).

 

PULLING BACK THE CURTAINS OF BLACK SLAVERY

 

As I take this opportunity to draw back the curtains of slavery. Slavery came about because of racialism, some people taught that they were better than some, for some reason I would never be able to understand.

I know that if I cut a black person or a white person I would get the same colour blood. We all use the toilets; our mama’s do the same things at the hospital/nursing homes to deliver us. We all get the same sicknesses, breathe the same breath that God gave us, and when He takes it away, we go to the dirt or to ashes. We die and leave everything behind.

I have never seen a white man sail away after death on balloons. I never known one that never uses the toilets/bathrooms, neither have I seen green, yellow or orange blood flow from his/her veins. So what’s the difference?

It was like this “I am white you are black”, “my hair is long and soft yours is short and hard (tack tack)”. We are eagles (white folks) that fly high and you are dogs (niggers) that eat the scum of the earth.

I can picture those ships looking like dots upon the sea sailing across many oceans for miles upon miles the captain with a pipe in his mouth. Whistling at intervals as he gave close attention to his map. As the crew drank, laugh and talk with each other. Dramatising how horrifying the niggers would look and how they would fear them as they see their guns

Some of them never had a clue what to expect, that is why they was getting all the particular details together so that they can be prepared.

The ships finally anchored and sailed out with small boats to capture their slaves. Land Oh!! Land Oh!  They shouted. They have now touched down their feet on the sand of Africa. Shut guns adjusted in there hands. Ready to aim and fire at any unexpected visitor that might try to intrude upon them. This job was a task by itself, because it was a foreign land to them. So they looked for help. Guess who they chose to helped them kidnap their preys? It was the very African people that helped them, just to save themselves from going on board. Running into little huts grabbing children, leaving some parents behind. Tying them up like bundles of grass.

In this case many older people wasn’t needed, when you are old you have all sought of aches and pains, taking old people was a big risk, Young blood and veins was what they needed to do their hard labours.

The black people can be heard from afar off screaming at the top of their lungs until their throats gathered lumps, kicking up and dragging themselves, hoping somehow these people (white folks) would feel their pains and burdens. Little did they know that this was just getting the “white folks” angry.

Making them become more brutal in their thinking, implementing cruel thoughts in their minds of what will be done with these no good, suppose to be humans.

 They were packed in boats like sardine in tins and went out to be dispose unto the vessels that awaited them. The sounds of chains rattling can be heard all over the vessels. Stuffed inside of small cabins jammed together so closely, that they can feel the heat of someone else’s breathe upon them.

Looking around in astonishment, wondering why this had happened? Where are they going to? But no one to give them answers or to comfort them.

All they could have done was to cry, and chant in their native languages. That chanting didn’t last for long their masters started the beating task, scorching some of them, There were no toilets/bathrooms for them to use. How could the white captain and his crew use the same toilet with these filthy people?

It would have never happened, so they had no choice but to mess on themselves, creating a very fowl stench to the rest around them. This was the condition they had to stay in for months, until they were ashore. Stale food was thrown to them as though they were animals. You can say the food was next to nothing they fought among themselves for it, because they were hungry and angry.

Wasn’t It these same people they captured was the ones they wanted to put to work day and night in their plantations? Yes it was. Then how do you expect them to work while you whip them unmercifully and gave them so little scarps to eat, wouldn’t they get weaker with every stroke they got? Yes indeed.

Many of the times they weren’t beaten because they wasn’t doing the job, it was because of cruelty and for fun, to have laughs of how they make them squeal and bawl. I’d say it was a sport to be seen. They seldom stayed long in any plantation some big guy with lots of money would come along and buy them; they were even auctioned off like some piece of furniture/ car. But yet with no remorse those slave masters grin there teeth with there lips spread apart, enjoying every moment of it.

While the slaves were being sold and moving on to do a much harder job, Slave masters were getting richer.

Niggers as they once called us we still hear it sometimes, but they have drift away from the nigger to calling us coloured folks. Could somebody tell me what’s the meaning of “coloured”? I know that white and black are not colours.

Nigger was their dirty word to make you feel low down and filthy, imagine watching a big man who were sometimes older than the slave master and he’d be called, “come here boy”,  “you hear me boy”. The humiliation and disrespect that goes with alone was just too much to bear.

One of the reason someone would disrespect you is because they don’t care about you. But they just want to have you around to do there dirty work.

Women slaved just as hard as the men no mercy was granted whether you were weigh a child or not you had to get out in those fields, and work your hands and feet till they were soared and blistered, sometimes bleeding

It never had any season for them and their work, doesn’t matter if rain fell, snow fell or the sun gave out heat that can melt you. They had to work; it was like they had signed a contract that their signatures were not on.

Little ramshackle houses is where they let the “niggers” stay while they perch themselves on the porches of their big houses watching the scenery below that looked beautiful to them, while they sipped on some hot tea. “Niggers” working hard for them, labour, labour, labour, with no pay.

Late on evenings you would see the black families heading to there shack to get a little rest or to eat something small. Sometimes there were so many of them in that little place. You wondered how they made out.

The black ladies that worked inside the houses of the slave masters. My gosh they had real hard work to do, cook, clean, scrub, sweep, dust, and run at the missy’s heel as soon as she calls. Make sure that you are right there when you are called or else you’d be whipped perhaps to death.

Black women that toiled all day in the kitchen to prepare meals for white guest, etc. Was not permitted to eat any of the things they made, only a taste to see how it tasted. If you was caught stealing little nick knacks, that in itself was big trouble.

I must say you white folks was really brave to eat from the same people you called nasty animals. Weren’t you afraid that the cooks could have poisoned you? Or is it that you had such authority that it never crossed your conscience?

Life was very crucial for the black people that were taken out of there home land Africa. Not knowing exactly where they were, just over hearing that they are in the land of America or in England.

So many thoughts flooded their minds; of how far home is from here? How would I get to go back safely? Would they ketch me? Yearning to go back home, but just how would they venture to do that, with slave masters and there men hanging over their backs.

Even if one or two might have tried to escaped, it ended up being worst than if they had stayed. Hunting/ sniffing dogs were being sent after them as soon as there presence was notified as being absent.

Many lost hands, feet and had dog bites all over there bodies. Now remember if you tried to run away you were deemed as a culprit, a traitor and ungrateful, for what I don’t know. Mankind was made up for freedom and not beast treatment.

Man was never made to be caged or to be under such dictatorship rules or orders of man/men/women. Anyone who is in any situation like that would want freedom. Many was afraid to die so they never attempted to run away, life was accepted as it was.

Very few stood up for there rights and what did they get in return a few shots from a shot gun or licks as if it was going out of style. The whipping they got made horizontal and diagonal designs on their bodies. It hurt them so much that after awhile crying were no use.

The black people that grew old died and other generations came up. A mentality of work we going to do, work till we die or get freedom was instilled in them.

If the “niggers” was low down filthy people. I which very much if I could get some answers from the slave masters. It’s to late now because they are all dead. How come you slept with the “nigger women”? You treated them like rotten garbage but yet you find it so convenient to leave your little sweet white missy to go sleep with a black woman.

Husbands stood there and watched as there wives/ girlfriend was being drag away by their hair, with teeth clenched and fists in motion to fight. But looking to their right and to their left was men with gun or bad dogs, just waiting the moment for them to make a move to tear them apart.

As I type my mind goes back I can hear the screams and agony of those women who were raped and badly beaten if they fought up. It was like they had no feelings of their own, do what ever your master says with out a murmur. Just go with the flow.

I still can’t comprehend who would want to sleep with filth. So many black babies in those days had white fathers and never knew. I guess the missies didn’t even know that they had step-children. Living a life where all you know is work after work, hardly anytime to rest, and if you do have a little time off you always, have to be on the look out for some strange evil occurrence.

These same people who were treated worst than dogs, was the same people that kept the slave masters and their families alive. If is wasn’t for them slaving away at the fields night and day, how would they gain income and become wealthy.

Yet these people had no thanks to get, it was like that was their predestined job and they had to do it no matter what.

Life dealt them harsh, but all in all they were strong people never giving up. The stamina to take blows was something that grew in them each day. After awhile it became almost like nothing to them.

That longing for freedom was burning within, when we would be able to go out alone? , do normal things like those white folks. Praying and singing making a joyful noise unto the Lord. Knowing that someday they would be free to tell the story.

After many years a British abolition law came about to help stop slave trade. Fees were charge to those slave masters that was caught with slaves £ 100 per person. If a captain and his crew had the slightest insight while on sea that their vessel would be stopped by the navy. Some black people would be thrown over board, to help reduce the fee.

Special thanks to the people who brought out the law for slavery to be stopped, even if you are now deceased. Thank you for being inspired by a good deed.

Although slavery has ended, there are still some in our modern day living in bondage around the world, toiling everyday and praying that they would be free at last. Don’t you worry it is coming, just a little while.

God created all men with equal opportunity, He love all of us the same doesn’t matter the creed, colour or race. He gave all of us a free will and freedom right from the start. Mankind was born to to be free, but because of sin in Eden that changed.

Who ever motivated you white folks to do what you did years ago. Please remember God don’t like wickedness and all evil works would not go unpunished.

Let us be one, for we all do need one another at some point in our lives. Let us learn to be unselfish, some day you might be in a difficulty and there might only be someone you hate or discriminate against, around at that time. I am sure you won’t want that person to walk away and leave you there to die.

Thanks for reading!!!

                                               

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                                                Done by: Abigail J. Chandler

                                                Date:  2009-05-12

                                                From: Trinidad West Indies

 

 

 

 

 

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D.O.B. : January 4th ,1988

Horoscope: Capricorn

Age: 21

Place of birth: Port of Spain

Current Nationality: Trinidadian

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