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Unique Photos Of Slavery In America Part 2

Many Native Americans welcomed African Americans into their villages. Even as slaves many African Americans became part of a family group, and many intermarried with Native Americans – thus many later became classified as Black Indians

Nancy Green a former slave, was employed in 1893 to promote the Aunt Jemima brand by demonstrating the pancake mix at expositions and fairs. She was a popular attraction because of her friendly personality, great story-telling, and warmth. Green signed a lifetime contract with the pancake company and her image was used for packaging and billboards.

Slave at Zanzibar Slave Market.

Extremely rare photo of packed slave merchant ship. SMH

A father stares at the hands of his five year-old daughter, which were severed as a punishment for having harvested too little rubber. This is what was happening in the Congo at the hands of the Belgians under King Leopold. Let us be clear dear people who like to claim that because their parents were immigrants to America they never benefited from the slave trade. People were taken from Africa & exported as slaves to other countries, but Africans were also enslaved & killed on the continent. …

SLAVE WHIPPING AS A BUSINESS. People who lived in Richmond would send their slaves here for punishment. When any one wanted a slave whipped he would send a note to that effect with the servant to the trader. Any petty offense on the part of a slave was sufficient to subject the offender to this brutal treatment. For this service the owner was charged a certain sum for each slave, and the earnings of the traders from this source formed a very large part of the profits of his business.

Mary Fields was born sometime around 1812 & was born a Slave in Hickman County, TN. She was the first African American woman and the second American woman to be employed as a mail carrier with the USPS. She was able to hitch a team of six horses to a Stagecoach faster than any other applicant & earned the nickname “Stagecoach Mary” because of her reliability even in inclement weather that caused her to walk up to ten miles in the snow to the Mail Depot. She never missed a day of work.

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A LIFE CONTRACT???!….And why isn’t Mary Fields on ANY fucking stamp for USPS?….this is about to be my next project. Get her on a stamp.

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Solo coming through with the fun selfie taking methods

Versatility

At me then.

On. Point!

I wish I could Thanos snap all the white people away, and I wonder if that makes me a horrible person.

This brings me back to green tubs of Dax grease. Of laying my head on mommy's lap. Of "but the other girls put rubber bands on the ends - why we gotta use foil?! They gonna know you country" Of heart shaped vs. classic round decisions. And all white vs. multi-color debates. Of As The World Turns followed by Oprah followed by Lifetime movies. Of "Girl, if you don't hold your head still!" Of rat-tail combs and boar bristle brushes. Of sitting on that purple pillow cuz the carpet is itchy. Of getting too tall for the pillow, so fold a towel. "NO, not my good bath towel, Shatera!" Of Saturday evenings well spent. https://www.instagram.com/p/BSbWeRElnlZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jb4fb6ssopeu

When you need a last minute Halloween costume, stick to what’s code to home 🖤✊🏾

I think I loved you.

Even without the d

You didn’t know how to give love

& I didn’t know how to receive

Sorry I missed your FaceTime

My head was floating in its own Galaxy

I tend to do that.

My bad.

Nah but you loved that too.

and the way I showed up for you.

how you didn’t have to show out for me.

I loved the parts of you

that you seemed to shrink

as the number of people in the room increased

The part of you that didn’t perform

But just was.

& still put on a damn good show

Always received a standing O

vation

Truth is, we were too watery to sustain our flame

Two fish swimming in circles

& there was literally love in the air

Like two different species of shark.

You were sleep.

& I had to keep swimming

to survive.

It’s late, I know.

— You up?

Picture Day

“Don’t tell her I said that,

she’d whoop me!”

Rang in my ear like the sting of a whip cracking open flesh

Back to back.

Why do you think that? I inquired.

He’s eleven. And isn’t facing me.

They hate that.

He’s lucky I see the boy in him, not the

Boy in him

They’ve been indecisive about that whole eye contact thing

I hope he’s not reincarnated from my grandads time. He’d never know.

Look up, Marlon.

Say cheese.

Freeze.

The koosh ball at the other end of our classroom has most of his attention.

The thought of her white smile.

Teeth and cheeks

In the background of old lynching photos,

was at the foreground of my mind

And now they smile in class photos.

This time, crisp collars hanging in front.

- Flash 📸

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Facts only.

[Power] Nap

I just wanna rest my eyes.

They’re weary and teary.

Can I just put my head down?

On the airy pillows of ignorance

Or the firm mattress of equality

Shit, the sweet shoulder of integration

I won’t even dream

as the nightmare continues.

Just turn down the bright lights

Of awareness and self-respect

No REMembering.

Sing me a lullalie.

In a language my ancestors don’t speak

Cuz sometimes

Just sometimes.

eye don’t wanna.

- Stay woke

To Mommy and Matthew

You ain’t my mama! (a teacher’s bane)

I’ve never uttered those words

Rather, growing up I found myself periodically reminding my mother that she wasn’t my teacher.

When all the other kids got to choose the books they read for the reports - You swiftly reminded me that “all the other kids” weren’t yours.

Leaving me just as curious as you seemed to be about the whereabouts of my point.

“But ma, he’s not even on the list of explorers we can explore! Plus, there’s only one stupid picture of him. In that foolishly furry trim hood. How I’m s’posed to fill a poster board with ONE picture to print?!”

Supposed.* Right.

Oh, and draw more. I love to draw.

Fuck, there goes my point again. Slippery shits.

I hated turning in that project.

Though, I distinctly remember loving the process of completing it.

I didn’t tell you that, though.

The rebel in me recoiled as I read such awe inspiring facts.

My preteenage prefrontal cortex protested as I went to the library to ask for more sources. And the color printer.

For colored skin.

And for that, I thank you.

To Mommy and Matthew

You both taught me the following lesson: