Jul 15, 2020
someone asked me to role play as sally hemings in a jefferson x sally smut rp
i’m still recovering emotionally because like,,,,,, what 😰😰😰
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someone asked me to role play as sally hemings in a jefferson x sally smut rp
i’m still recovering emotionally because like,,,,,, what 😰😰😰
Vegan Mac and cheese with roasted sweet potatoes and a sneaky layer of vegan Italian sausage with a side of garlic braised kale, broccoli, and collards for a lovely family with a new baby boy. It's such an honor to care for a family during this sacred cocoon time. It's been a crazy busy week but I am grateful for the Kitchen Therapy and the ability to love through the pot! #honeychildscreole #veganmacncheese #hemings #blackfoodways #southerncomfort #comfortfood #veganfamilymeals #catering #lovingthroughthepot #xavierandfreya https://www.instagram.com/p/CVkOQ_ZPlxg/?utm_medium=tumblr
The “ghost in America’s kitchen”: James Hemings, the brother of Sally Hemings, introduced fine French cuisine to America.
The Yamanote Line by JR East is the most rode train line in the world and Japanese company HEMINGS has released the Yamanote Line HUNGBAG Collection.
I’m buying all of these
Monticello is recognizing the slave girl who was raped by her master.
Sally Hemings, an enslaved Black woman who bore at least six of Thomas Jefferson’s children while living in the slave quarters of Monticello, was once lost to the annals of history. But now, after decades of historical and biographical accounts have quibbled over Hemings’s agency and authority, the Thomas Jefferson Foundation has debuted an exhibit at Jefferson’s former Virginia home that presents Hemings as a “fully-dimensioned human being: a mother, a sister, a daughter, a world traveler,” according to Gayle Jessup White, one of her descendants. It’s a recognition that is long overdue, and an example of how Black women’s stories only come to the surface when gatekeepers deem them valuable and worthwhile.
Many historians have struggled to piece together the facts of Hemings’s life, but what’s clear is that she was only 14 in 1787 when she accompanied Jefferson’s daughter Polly to Paris after the death of Martha, Jefferson’s wife and her half-sibling. Jefferson, her legal slave master, was a 44-year-old American minister at the time. In 1789, when the family was set to return to the states, 16-year-old Hemings was already pregnant with their first child. Slavery was outlawed in France by the time the Jeffersons arrived, and Hemings wanted to stay and enjoy her newfound freedom.
But she agreed to return to the United States on the condition that she and her children would be able to live freely at Monticello, according to an account by her son Madison Hemings. Jefferson even promised Hemings that their children would be freed when they became adults. Once they returned to America, Jefferson fathered at least four more of Hemings’s children, though it’s unclear whether two or three other children died in infancy. As with many of the ugly truths committed in this nation’s short existence, historians and filmmakers have wrestled with understanding and depicting the sexual violence Jefferson inflicted on Hemings. The 1995 art-house film Jefferson in Paris attempted to portray their relationship as a sweeping “love affair,” a romance even.
Critics of the film found the costumes, wigs, and music much more enthralling than its depiction of Hemings’s “fiddle-dee-dee flirtatiousness of a Scarlett O’Hara.” Journalists and historians have pored over letters from John Adams to his sons Charles and John Quincy in an attempt to discover if Jefferson’s longtime “concubine” was a known secret among governmental elites. In his 2016 book, Thomas Jefferson Dreams of Sally Hemings, Stephen O’Connor refers to their relationship as “somewhere along the spectrum between love and Stockholm syndrome.” In an effort to humanize both Jefferson and Hemings, O’Connor lands on a story of “love and slavery,” of entanglements and contradictions—and, inevitably, of passion.
But others disagree about the true nature of their exchange. In his 1991 book, The Wolf by the Ears: Thomas Jefferson and Slavery, author and American History professor John Chester Miller portrayed Jefferson as a callous, unloving man whose interest in Hemings was less about romance and more about sexual gratification.
“If his treatment of the children is any indicator, Jefferson’s feeling for Sally Hemings—assuming that he had any feeling for her other than the regard a master feels for a loyal, devoted servant and half-sister of his deceased wife—must have been purely carnal,” Miller wrote. “The children did not concern him at all; he was solely preoccupied in indulging his passion for the ‘African Venus.’”
Hemings’s and Jefferson didn’t have a “relationship,” as Harvard University law professor Annette Gordon-Reedexplained in a June 15 op-ed for the Washington Post. Instead, their connection, and Hemings negotiating with Jefferson for their children’s freedom, was a “gamble.” Perhaps that more accurately reckons with the material stakes at hand for both Hemings and Jefferson, but the word “gamble” still feels insufficient. It doesn’t help us fully grapple with how slaveholders “articulated their own family lines—their worldly legacies—through the reproduction of their slaves,” and “extended their dominion to spaces inside the bodies of the women they owned,” as Harvard historian Walter E. Johnson wrote in his 2013 book River of Dark Dreams: Slavery and Empire in the Cotton Kingdom.
The dual ubiquity of white male domination and commodification of Black women’s bodies during slavery cannot be overstated. It ordered all facets of life: walking on sidewalks, entering rooms, speaking in public, styles of dress, forms of labor, and even access to one’s own body. While we can’t ever know if Hemings loved Jefferson, using terms like “affair,” “relationship,” and “mistress” is particularly dangerous: Such terms imply agency (which enslaved people had very little of) and consent (which enslaved women were unable to do). The institution of slavery in which Hemings was raised—and which Jefferson showed no signs of uprooting—necessitated that she fulfills all chores and obligations, including having sex with her owner at his request.
Jefferson not only had the powers of whiteness, maleness, authority, social expectation, and status, but he also benefited from laws that gave him complete ownership over Hemings body. Now, Monticello is recognizing the slave girl who was raped by her master, the woman who was made the property of one of the most powerful men in the world, the Black woman who faced chattel bondage until the day she died—and doing so, it’s worth noting, during one of this country’s most degrading and despicable moments. What is recognition if it comes with such a price?
As Elizabeth Adetiba wrote in a 2017 piece at the Black Youth Project, “For too long in American society, we have allowed efforts to ‘humanize’ marginalized women to do so in a manner that attempts to relieve blame and accountability from their historical oppressors. Monticello’s move to paint Hemings as a well-read, well-traveled woman who was so content on the plantation that she never attempted to leave is not only irresponsible, it is quite harmful as well.”
Yes, it’s well past time for Monticello to acknowledge Hemings, but it might be more productive to sit with how her legacy has been crafted, and who has crafted it. It takes a great deal of time for Black women to enter the archives, and, when they do it is often through immense, unspeakable violence. It comes after denials and dismissals. It comes after wounds are reopened and new debts have been paid. Entering the archives, for Black women, is rooted in pain. As conflicted as I am about the Hemings exhibit, I am heartened that visitors to Monticello will have to face a reality that they would have likely preferred to deny.
But Hemings, like so many enslaved Black folks, bought this honor with the blood in her veins and the meat on her bones. There is no archive for that. There is no stage.
Today is National Thomas Jefferson Day, and we thought we’d talk about Jefferson’s connection to Chillicothe.
Two of Jefferson’s sons, Madison and Eston Hemings, moved to Chillicothe after they were freed by their father’s will. Both boys had grown up at Monticello. Madison learned woodworking and carpentry after being apprenticed to an uncle, and Eston became a musician.
Madison married Mary McCoy, and after a few years in Virginia, he moved his young family to Chillicothe, Ohio, which had a strong abolitionist sentiment and a thriving community of people of color. Nine of Madison’s children were born in Ohio. Madison was said to have built the stairs in the Emmitt House, which sadly was destroyed by fire in 2014 (though local historians believe another example of his work still survives.) He was well-regarded in the community. Both brothers were said to have very “gentlmanly manners.”
After he was freed, Eston built a home with his wife in Charlottesville, and his mother, Sally, lived with them. After her death, Eston moved his family to join his brother in Chillicothe. His son, William Beverley Hemings (1839–1908) was born here. His children attended local public schools, and Eston was famed for his skill as a musician.
After the passage of the Fugitive Slave Act in 1850, the brothers no longer felt it was safe to remain in southern Ohio, and so they moved further north, to Wisconsin. There, the family took the last name of Jefferson. But many of the Hemings descendants remained behind in Ross County.
In 1873, Madison gave an interview with the Pike County Republican in which he revealed Thomas Jefferson was his father.
In 2005, the descendants of Jefferson met for a reunion at Adena Mansion in Chillicothe.
#1 Better Than He Can - Luke
(A/N: hey guys I’m sorry this is shitty and it seems drafty to me but I just wanted to put something out there for you. I’m writing the others now and they should be up tomorrow. Thank you!)
You were cuddled in bed with your boyfriend watching Me Before You. It was your favourite film and the last cinema date you and Luke had before he left for the biggest tour of his life. You and Luke dated a few months before he left and things were great but you always told yourself you wouldn’t put yourself through a long distance relationship and that’s exactly how things ended. Luke understood but you both knew he was always going to love you and you loved him, just not in that way anymore. After Luke left you got lonely and sought comfort in your ex boyfriend before Luke, things were amazing and you were happy together, but every time the phone rang a part of you always wished it was Luke. A knock on the front door startled you both. “I’ll get it” Your boyfriend says as he pulls his arm from around you and reaches for some clothes. Something in you told you, you needed to answer it. “No I got it” you say as you pulled one of his shirts on and ran down the stairs. You checked yourself in the hallway mirror just to make sure you were decent, fluffed your hair up and opened the door as a third knock came. “(Y/N)!” Luke shouts and wraps his arms around you and lets himself into the house. “Luke? What.. What are you doing here?” You question as you follow him into the house, instantly regretting not telling him that you had rekindled things with your ex after he left. Before Luke could speak you both heard footsteps down the stairs. “Another beggar was it babe?” Your boyfriend laughs as he enters the kitchen not noticing Luke who was stood on the opposite side of the island. Luke’s body tenses as he stares at your boyfriend who was stood in just his boxers and throws an arm around you. “Oh, Luke right?” He says as he holds his hand out for Luke to shake. “Yeah (Y/BF/N) right?” Luke returned the gesture but you knew him too well to see through the fake smile that was on his face. “Nice to meet you man, listen I’d love to get to know ya (Y/N) has told me so much about you, let me just grab a shower go get changed into something less revealing and we can all go out to eat yeah? Sound good?” Your boyfriend says, clearly oblivious to the elephant in the room, he turns to the door and runs upstairs leaving you alone with Luke. It’s silent until you hear the sound of the shower turn on. “Do you wanna explain or..?” He crosses his arms and leans back onto the counter. “Erm.. Well after you left I got lonely and he was there for me so there’s not much more to explain really…” You shift on the spot uncomfortably and mimick his folded arms. “Are you kidding? Are you actually joking?” His voice raises a little. “Of course not Luke.” You flinch as his voice gets louder and his tone changes. “So when you were lonely did it not cross your mind to return my calls or texts?” “Of course it did Luke! But if I gave in to what I wanted it would’ve made it harder for me!” “So you jump into bed with the last guy? How do you think that makes me feel (Y/N)?” By now you were both on opposite ends of the kitchen island and both mirrored the same body language, both hands flat on the counter and leaning forward. “What else do you expect me to do Luke? Wait for you? You hardly waited for me! I’ve seen the photos of the girls all over you in bars! How do YOU think that makes me feel?” “But i never slept with any of them. I came here because I haven’t stopped thinking about you all tour. Every night I fall asleep as a tear rolls down my cheek because I missed your voice, your touch, your body.. Damn I’ve missed your body so much. You do remember how we were? How we felt? Cause I do, so listen to me baby. You can do so much better than him (Y/N). I can treat you better than him. Let me. Let me treat you better than him.” Luke had moved to your side and was holding you close his arms wrapped around you, his hands placed in the middle and bottom of your back. He was placing small kisses on your face from your forehead to your chin. “I’m sorry Luke, I am. The loneliness was too much. I thought I could shut you out as soon as you left and I could start a fresh and that all of this.. Us… Was just a fling, a few months of lust and happiness. But I know it was so much more than that. (Y/BF/N) was just a distraction… You.. You are..” Your breathing got heavy as the kisses fell down to your collarbone. You were both so into the moment that you didnt hear the shower turn off or the footsteps down the stair. “I was a distraction?”
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