Sunday, March 6, 2011

DAY 28...Do not Forget


WE MUST NOT FORGET






The actual number of men, women and children who were snatched from their homes in Africa and transported in slave ships across the Atlantic, either to the Caribbean islands or to North and South America, will never be known. Writers vary in their estimates, but there is no doubt that their number runs into millions. The following figures are taken from Morel's calculations as reproduced by Professor Melville J. Herskovits and cover the period 1666-1800:

1666-1776:Slaves imported only by the English for the English, French and Spanish colonies: 3 million (250,000 died on the voyage).
1680-1786:Slaves imported for the English colonies in America:
2,130,000 (Jamaica alone absorbed 610,000).
1716-1756:Average annual number of slaves imported for the American colonies: 70,000, with a total of 3.5 million.
1752-1762:Jamaica alone imported 711,115 slaves.
1759-1762:Guadeloupe alone imported 40,000 slaves.
1776-1800:A yearly average of 74,000 slaves were imported for the American colonies, or a total of 1,850,000; this yearly average was divided up as follows: by the English, 38,000; French, 20,000; Portuguese, 10,000; Dutch, 4,000; Danes, 2,000.

The above paragraph and statistics are excerpted from the following article by Jose Luciano Franco: "The Slave Trade in the Caribbean and Latin America." in The African Slave Trade from the Fifteenth to the Nineteenth CenturyReports and papers of the meeting of experts organized by Unesco at Port-au-Prince, Haiti, 31 January to 4 February 1978


We must not forget that we did not want to come here. We are not from here...not really. We are not rooted properly and it has been difficult to lay down foundations on the shifting uncertainties of life in America. The genocidal rampage of the psychopathic madman hitler (whose name we will not capitalize, because he was never human: more animal than ever was man...possessed by devils and driven by delusions and followed by a nation of sociopaths), is avidly remembered and we are reminded of it often and well we should. Such a blight on human history is to be remembered. The more recent rampages in Rwanda, The Congo and other parts of the African continent not so well remembered;  probably due to the fact that not as much precious blood was shed, not to those who usually speak for the remembered anyway. 

Sometimes it comes in me suddenly without warning a dark anger that wells up from some primal well kept capped by a spiritual cork. It is atomic in its intensity and I must go to quiet, for only there can I humbly deliver my wounded self to the altar and ask for the will to go on. He calls me to forgive, to harken to my destiny to follow, trust and obey.

I have not chosen an easy way, and if this is the way to freedom, then I will continue to listen to Truth.


It is on a quest
that we are called
a path lighted
by an outer eye
that see's the all
and knows the end

It is a quilt
that we are stitching
with colored threads of different hue
which Atropos will cut one day
without a clue

My way is clear
the path is narrow
twisted and uneven
in another's wake
and sometimes I fear 
I am lost and alone
and will not get home

But the joy of the journey
is mine to know
the end of the road
a dimly seen
far distant place
that forks into
another time
another space...