EDITORIAL A walk to heal the rage over
slavery
At some point in history, a man for the first time took a piece of
iron and fashioned it into a sort of bracelet. And either he or his imitators
converted that bracelet into a shackle.
Some slavery needs only mental shackles, emotional shackles,
political shackles, the shackle of abuse or addiction or oppression or
depression.
The iron shackle, however, speaks directly to a single despicable
era in America and a particular type of slavery -- commercial slavery, the
reduction of the human solely to commodity, a chattel. It is as permanent in
the national psyche as a brand in the flesh. It can scar over, but it cannot go
away. It has shackled this nations founding claims to life, liberty and
pursuit of happiness.
Can that shackle ever be undone?
Can four dozen people walking down East Coast highways undo it?
Its laughable in a way, isnt it, that in a world of 6 billion,
theres a little band claiming, hoping their journey will be a step
in a healing of wounds, write the organizers, inflicted even until
today and a purification of the heart of all those connected, intimately or
distantly, with this history.
In the U.S. and the Caribbean, they continue,
the pilgrimage will visit sites of suffering and death such as slave
auctions, slave quarters and lynchings. Prayers and offerings will be made for
the spirits of those who suffered and died at these sites. We will also visit
the way stations of the Underground Railroad and other sites attesting to the
monumental courage and conviction of those who worked for freedom and human
dignity in the face of slavery and racial oppression.
Laughable, and yet: They stopped in Boston, and the Boston Post
Gazette carried an article headlined, New England was built on
slavery, which began, New England gets off lightly in cinematic
depictions of slavery.
The article tells of how slavery was the very basis of the
regions commerce, its sugar, rum, molasses and shipbuilding that produced
the money that created future establishment names. The Cabots, Fanueils,
Waldos, the Browns of Brown University and on and on made their fortunes
in slave trading.
The Bostonian who played a key role at a key moment in
Americas own fight for freedom from Britain -- Samuel Phillips Savage, an
instigator in the colonials decision not to pay taxes, made his fortune
as an insurance man -- insuring slave ships.
Down the East Coast goes this mixed bunch of pilgrims. In the
nations capital, The Washington Post carried the comments of one
marcher, Gregory Dean Smith, of Amherst, Mass., who has been with the group
since day one. My rage is directly linked to my ancestors being
enslaved. I could be like any of these brothers sitting around (indicating
African-Americans in Southeast Washington drinking themselves into a daily
stupor) poisoning myself to heal the rage.
As we heal, I think we are sending forth a healing for
America and our ancestors. I walk for the ancestors.
Before the pilgrims left Mass-achusetts May 30 on a yearlong
journey to a destiny in South Africa, the Rev. Edward Rodman, an
African-American Episcopal priest, wrote, The most difficult aspect of
addressing racism and race relations in our culture has been the unwillingness
of all parties to take seriously the historical roots of the American dilemma
of race.
Written into our Constitution, the fault line of race -- the
Mason-Dixon line -- prefigured the Civil War, doomed Reconstruction, enshrined
Jim Crow, ensured the accuracy of W.E.B. Du Bois prophecy that the issue
of color would be the problem of the 20th century.
Thus, as we face the next millennium, wrote Rodman.
We see attacks on affirmative action, denial of the depths of racism in
all our major institutions and the emergence of Louis Farrakhan as a
significant figure in the discussion. The material progress that may have been
made by a small percentage of successful African-Americans is the
exception that proves the rule.
The pilgrims visited the house, a block from the White House, that
was the local Wall Street of slavery, the slave market where area farmers,
having ruined their land through overplanting, began trading slaves to the
South. On went the pilgrims, to Mount Vernon, home of the nations
slave-owning first president, to Richmond, Va., with its slave auctions, and in
time, to North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi.
Weve had some heckling, said pilgrim Teresa
Williams, and lots of great support from the local community groups.
Im not sure what it will be like further south, visiting sites of
lynchings and other atrocities, she said.
And then to the Caribbean before moving on to Recife, Brazil, the
northern slave-descended South of that huge country.
And then the small band will sail the notorious Middle Passage in
reverse, to the land where others also interested solely in profits had
fastened the first shackles. A small delegation from the National House of
Ghanian Chiefs has been visiting North America to apologize for their
ancestors role in the heinous trafficking of people.
This perilous [Middle Passage] trip was the most cruel and
terrifying part of the triangular trade system, wrote John Henrik Clarke
in the introduction to Tom Feelings The Middle Passage (Dial
Books).
There is no way to compute exactly how many people perished.
It has been estimated that between 30 and 60 million Africans were subjected to
this horrendous system, and only a third, if that, survived.
Thirty million to 60 million, two-thirds of whom perished. Four
dozen or so people plod the road in scorching heat in the hope, however faint,
that a nation will realize what shackles its people and that they will find the
courage to finally embrace one another and throw the shackles off.
National Catholic Reporter, July 31,
1998
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