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[oldfolksadventures]

The United States Before the Civil War: A Nation Already Divided

Rivers of Conflict Series: The United States Before the Civil War: A Nation Already Divided

[almackey]

Black Laws in Antebellum Illinois

This video shows Professor Kate Masur delivering a lecture to the 2023 Lincoln Forum in Gettysburg, PA on the Antebellum Black Laws in Illinois. The video’s description reads, “Historian Kate Masur talked about the fight for African American freedom and equality, from the Revolutionary War to Reconstruction, with a focus on Black Laws in antebellum Illinois. This event was part the 2023 Lincoln…

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[thegraygoo]

The Black Codes, Sometimes Called the Black Laws, Governed the Conduct of African-Americans; The Black Codes Was a Name Given By Negro Leaders and the Republican Way, According to Historians.

Northern States Had them, the Southern U.S. States Codified Such Laws in Everyday Practice. Union Leaders Employ the Term 'Union' Instead of the United States as "the Term 'Union' Always Referred to All the States Together."

[b-case]

I wrote about Sojourner Truth getting caught up in an immigration ban during the U.S. Civil War for Ploughshares this month.  You can read my blog entry here. 

[kashmirglobal]

Not Good, Guddi; a AFSPA victim of Kashmir

Not Good, Guddi; a AFSPA victim of #Kashmir #HR Indian #BlackLaw “Basharat ma aaw?”

25 years of conflict has flipped many fortunes. When Basharat Shah, a Batamaloo gold medallist from AMU disappeared, his family changed forever. Guddi, his sister and perhaps the closest to him in the family, failed to reconcile with the realities around and gradually landed in a mess she herself is unaware of. Muntaha Hafizi and Sehar Qazi meet Guddi to understand what it means to lose most of…

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[poetrysupportgroup]

Black Laws [11.11.13]

by Roger Reeves

Fuss, fight, and cutting the huckley-buck--Dear Malindy, Underground, must I always return to the country of the dead, To the coons catting about in the trees, the North Carolina  pines Chattering about sweetening bodies in their green       whirring? Do these letters predict my death--some sound of a twig  Breaking then a constant drowning--a butter bean drying Beneath my nails? Casket, rascal, and corn bread cooling       board.  Dear Malindy, when the muskrats fight in the swamp I knows  It's you causing my skull to rattle. You predicted my death  With my own baby teeth and a rancid moon beneath our legs.  No girl, my arm still here. The antlers on the mantle yet quiet. All the ocean's water without me and yet in me. Never mind, Malindy. They already shot the black boy on the road for dying  Without their permission. Yes, gal, I put on my nice suit. And       wait. 

–––––––––––––––––––– About this poem:

"'Black Laws' is in conversation with so many things at once: Paul Laurence Dunbar and his dialect poems, the folk music group the Carolina Chocolate Drops, the deaths of Trayvon Martin and Jonathan Ferrell, lynching, John Berryman, elegy, and, most of all, the easily eradicable nature of black folks' lives in America. Every day I wonder if I'm next--the next Emmett Till, Trayvon Martin, or Jonathan Ferrell. I wonder who will sing for me when I'm gone."