By the time slaves were 'free', cough, many of them were white. The blond boy, Charley, was sold twice, once by his own father. Rebecca was owned by her half brother. HERE's more old photos. I have no comment, I've read this stuff a hundred times. It was one fucked up period in our history. The photos are heart breaking no matter what color the kids were.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Slave children portraits
By the time slaves were 'free', cough, many of them were white. The blond boy, Charley, was sold twice, once by his own father. Rebecca was owned by her half brother. HERE's more old photos. I have no comment, I've read this stuff a hundred times. It was one fucked up period in our history. The photos are heart breaking no matter what color the kids were.
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Ah the good old days...
DD,
This is shocking and interesting at the same time.
I just wanted to tell you I look at your blog every morning in the hopes there is a new story like this, or work about Lis. I think all of your readers are on pins and needles about her and her brother.
Thank you for giving me a great place to enjoy my tea every morning and the fun readers you have.
ANON
Shout out to Tia. Her twitter is crazy. I can't believe what she puts out there.
Thanks for reading here.
BTW, I didn't change comments. It's blogger. I don't like it, but, I can get fucked. They don't care.
Huh, my twitter is private....currently i'm tweeting the same things i'm blogging, ways to help my best friend who lost 97% of his possessions in a fire and more importantly to him (and would be to any animal lover) his dog and 3 of his 6 kitties....
re: blogger comments, this is a weird set up.....like how they changed the commenting on LJ...wonder if blogger will follow LJ's circle of the drain by changing things to the point where people just evacuate en masse.....
OT...It's grass cutting time down here and my BIL has been cutting my grass for me. I felt bad about that because he has (and I'm not good at telling size) about a couple of acres to cut. I have 2 lots of rough ground. (It used to be a canefield.) I told him if he taught me how to use his mower, I would cut the grass. He has one of those mowers with 2 handles. I found out that my hand-eye coordination is really bad. I could not keep that thing in a straight line. The speed and gears are all in the handles. He tells me if I go faster it would be easier to keep control. I did. I ran over a 3 ft. evergreen that my nephew planted when it was a baby (he planted 6) and has been taking loving care of ever since. Now the problem with all this is at one time I really wanted to be a long haul truck driver. I'm thinking like the ones that are on TV. When I ran over that little tree, the first thing that flashed through my mind was me in a big rig, in flames, at the bottom of one of the huge mountains in the Andes. I guess it's better that I became a teacher. I think I've done less damage by taking that course in life. I could have been a crispy critter if I had gone the other route. Oh, I also can not back a boat trailer into the water to launch it. That should give you an idea of the hand-eye thing. Tonight I'm going to try catching popcorn in my mouth. I used to be able to do that. Something tells me I'm going to be cleaning my floor.
Pat...I hope you get to feeling better and things work out for you. Being sick and aggrivated (by outside forces) is not good.
I'm sending good thoughts.
Jane... love the image of you at the wheel of an 18 wheeler on Most Dangerous Roads or Ice Roads! You could partner with my sister. She's also a teacher with no hand/ eye coordination.
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