Tuesday, July 28, 2009

From Something Evil Good May Come



“From Something Evil Good May Come”: Sojourner Truth and the Civil War
By


On April 28, 2009, the National Congress of Black Women recognized Sojourner Truth as the first African American woman represented by a bust in the US Capitol.[1] Almost all Americans know Sojourner Truth as a tireless fighter for African American and women’s rights. Born a slave in Ulster County, New York in approximately 1797, Truth escaped from slavery. She later petitioned successfully to free one of her sons, a remarkable feat in itself. She gained enough notoriety in her lifetime to speak personally with two US presidents.
Though illiterate throughout her life, Truth was an activist, and a charismatic speaker, who protested slavery, racial inequality and women’s status for most of her long lifetime. Truth is perhaps best known for her activities in the women’s movement. She brought together the issues of race and gender like no other feminist in her 19th-century circle.

This article considers Truth’s activities during the Civil War and Reconstruction. Prior to the Civil War, Truth was a pacifist. She associated with several utopian communities, including the interracial Kingdom of Matthias in Northampton, Massachusetts and the Society of Friends (Quakers) in Michigan. “The Northampton Association,” wrote biographer Carleton Mabee, “encouraged liberty of thought and speech. It had no religious creed, no antislavery creed, no nonresistance creed….” [2] Abolitionists in the area of this community attracted Truth’s attention, though, and she absorbed the principles of Garrisonian nonresistance. [3] She admired the society’s teachings so much that she loudly criticized Frederick Douglass when he announced that he thought slavery could only be destroyed by blood. That, however, was before Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation in 1863. Truth saw as early as the summer of 1863 that the war had set in motion events that would eventually free all slaves. [4]
During the Civil War, Truth, and other nonresistant abolitionists (including, eventually, William Lloyd Garrison), rejected peaceful compromise with the slaveholding South. In fact, many hoped that the war would go on until both the Confederacy and slavery were completely obliterated. Many dissented from this view. Quakers, pacifists and activists such as Ezra Heywood insisted that a government that could end slavery by violence could re-establish it the same way, if they wanted to. However, Black abolitionists almost unanimously supported the war. Sojourner Truth actively recruited troops for the Union Army.

In the Fall of 1863, when Michigan organized a black regiment, she walked around the town of Battle Creek, Michigan, collecting donations for a Thanksgiving dinner for the troops. When she delivered the goods, the colonel in charge of the troops allowed her to speak to the soldiers. She wrote a marching song, “The Valiant Soldiers,” for the First Michigan Colored Regiment. Her impassioned hymn, sung to the tune of “John Brown’s Body,” expresses the views of many African Americans who chose to fight: Look there above the center, where the flag is waving bright; We are going out of slavery; we are bound for freedom’s light; We mean to show Jeff Davis how the Africans can fight, As we go marching on! [5] Truth’s own grandson, James Caldwell, enlisted in the Massachusetts 54th Regiment. Sojourner made a trip to Washington, DC, in 1864 to thank President Lincoln for issuing the Emancipation Proclamation, and to persuade him to do more to aid freed slaves. While in Washington, she worked with freed slaves at a government refugee camp and was employed by the National Freedman’s Relief Association. After the Civil War ended, she realized, as did many, that the best way freed slaves could help themselves was to have land. For the remainder of her life, she pushed for redistribution of land to freed slaves.

In 1870, she tried to get land grants for former slaves from the federal government, and petitioned President Ulysses S. Grant personally.The government dragged its feet, frustrating her. Then, in 1879, she witnessed large numbers of freed people migrating on their own from the South into the Kansas. Though aging and in ill health, Truth traveled to Kansas to support this group of “Exodusters.” [6] At the unveiling ceremony for the bronze statue in the Capitol this past April, First Lady Michelle Obama spoke about memorializing Sojourner Truth and her legacy. “All the visitors in the US Capitol will hear the story of brave women who endured the greatest of humanity’s indignities (and who) used her powers to help others,” Obama said. [7] It is important to remember, however, that the most important of Truth’s dreams remains unfulfilled.

Sojourner Truth’s revolutionary push to gain land, meaning real wealth and power, for the freed slaves did not succeed. Industrialists and Southern sympathizers circumvented and suppressed the most revolutionary parts of Radical Reconstruction in the United Sates. So, bronze bust notwithstanding, the best way to honor the legacy of Sojourner Truth is to work for true equality, for a distribution of wealth in this country that recognizes the dignity of all people.


--Anna Bates teaches history at the Empire State College in New York.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

What Level of Emotion

I heard a guy say yesterday that his son was his heart and his wife was his soul. It made me wonder how deep that love must be. I thought about all of the people I know and have met in my life time and attempted to measure the feelings I’ve held for them. Of course I have that deep unconditional love for my own daughter, so I understood that part of his statement. But having that much love for someone other than your own child is where it got confusing. I love my mother, but I don’t think I would stop breathing without her. My fathers death has already proven to me that I can and will carry on. My ‘Ex’, I doubt that I would even attend his funeral. I have lots of friends and family. I will miss them if anything should ever happen to them. I don’t wish anything bad upon anyone. Just evaluating what I think it feels like to hold someone so dear to you that you would actually feel like they are your heart and soul. Not just saying it, but feeling it. I must spend some time now evaluating and comparing my different levels of emotion. I must go back outside to my swing.....

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

WHAT I KNOW


By: Nicole Stewart


This blank page is my canvass
As I begin to scroll my life’s adventures
I am a human being with hopes and dreams
Some I’ll live to see
Some that will never be.
But I carry with me always the
Dreams and memories that empower me.

I am but a lowly servant
In the presence of my Master
But he takes my hand and leads the way
To help me accomplish my goals faster.
I dare now not to dream, but to believe
Because I know it to be true
One touch from the Masters hand
And you will know too.

Friday, July 17, 2009

CHILDS PLAY

By: Nicole Stewart

Running laughing
Being carefree
How amazing
Life must be.

Hearts and minds
As pure as snow
Stress and pain
They’ve yet to know

Innocence abounds
As the children
Run around
And bask in the joy
Of the day

It invigorates my heart
As I sit in the park
And watch the wonder
of Childs Play

Thursday, July 16, 2009

UNTITLED EXCERPT

The aroma of bacon and the sound of dishes rattling in the kitchen awakened T.D. He turned over and looked at the clock sitting on the table next to his bed, it was just past 7:00 am. Jumping up and pulling on a pair of shorts, he strode into the kitchen to see what was going on.
“Oh, good morning sweety. I was just getting ready to serve you breakfast in bed.” It was Kathy, a tall thick red bone from the gym. She had approached him a few days ago asking if he would train her and from the way she was flexing and smiling at him, he could tell it wouldn’t take long for him to train her to do all the things he liked. But T.D. wasn’t used to getting up before 9:00 and he couldn’t hide his anger at the fact that she was still there. T.D.’s rule was all ways, straight to bed, then straight to your car. No sleepovers and definitely no breakfast.
“No time for breakfast, I got to get going. I have to take my mother to her doctors appointment.” T.D. always used his mother as his excuse to get out of spending too much time with any one woman. Besides women loved men who took care of their mothers, it made him seem compassionate.
Ushering her to the room to get dressed, against her objections, T.D. was beginning to regret his decision to hook up with this one. She was already trying to invade his space and he hated the pushy type. He could see the disappointment in her face, but he didn’t care. She should have been gone hours ago. He must have fallen asleep before putting her out last night. I must be slipping. He thought to himself as he walked her to the door. “I’ll call you later.” He assured her just to make her feel a little bit better.
With his morning routine already ruined, he decided to hop in the shower. He just stood there for a while letting the hot water run down his bald head and massage his body before washing up. At six foot three inches tall, with a creamy dark chocolate complexion, T.D. was pure muscle. He’d won numerous trophies for body building competitions. Though he didn’t compete anymore, he stayed in the gym working on his perfect frame and personal training, which is how he met most of the women he bedded. Admiring himself in the mirror as he toweled dry, he flexed and posed thinking about how the women always love to lay on his chest at night. Wren used to call his bulging pecs her pillows. But that was water under the bridge and very short lived. Being a forty-year-old divorced father of two, he had no time for any serious relationships anymore. Besides, she just wasn’t the woman for him, what with her big dreams and career goals. He needed a woman who could focus on him, not spend all of her time working and worrying about other people. She wasn’t good enough and he knew it broke her heart to hear him tell her that. But it is what it is.
T.D. decided to head to the gym. Maybe if he got there early, he wouldn’t run into Kathy, or any of the other women he wasn’t in the mood for today. He walked into the kitchen to make his morning protein shake, but the smell of the breakfast Kathy had made was so tempting, he decided on that instead.

UNTITLED

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Megan smiled, checked herself in the mirror, then flipped her hair over her shoulders and walked out to the front desk to check on everything. She walked out just in time to see that a line had formed and Stephanie was having trouble with an irate guest. Megan walked over offering her hand as she introduced herself and offered her assistance. The guest looked at her extended hand but refused to take it, bursting into a tirade.
“I made reservations months ago for me and my wife to celebrate our wedding anniversary. I specifically requested a room with a queen-sized bed with a fruit basket, chocolates and a bottle of champagne. You people put us in a double room, no fruit, no chocolates, and no champagne. This is supposed to be one of the finest hotels in Vegas and this is how you treat your guest. I want exactly what I ordered. I want it right now and I want if free. This is your mistake now fix it!!” He demanded, red faced and sweating profusely.
“I’m very sorry Mr. Deleon. I’ll see what we can do.” She apologized as she pecked frantically on the keyboard looking for a single room. With a lot of maneuvering, she was able to get a single room. She ordered a complimentary fruit basket, chocolates, and a bottle of champagne. She explained to the guest that she was unable to comp the room for him, but that she could get him a complimentary dinner at the restaurant of his choice. Still not satisfied, Mr. Deleon continued with his tirade, demanding that everything be comped for him considering the embarrassment he had been put through. Just then, David appeared standing at least two feet taller than Mr. Deleon and not looking very happy at all.
“I’m sorry sir, what seems to be the problem?” David asked already knowing the situation as he had been standing by listening the whole time. Looking up at David, Mr. Deleon brought his voice down a couple of octaves and began to explain the situation once more. Not feeling like escorting this guest to his own office, which was on the other side of the casino in the V.I.P. section, David looked at Megan and inquired. “May I use your office for a second Mrs. Burns?”
“Of course, Mr. Murphy.” She replied thankfully as she escorted both men into her office.
David offered Mr. Deleon a seat and took a seat behind the desk, not bothering to offer Mr. Deleon any refreshments. He pulled up the guests’ account and studied it for a few minutes before sitting back in his chair and addressing him.
“Well, it seems Mr. Deleon, that your reservation was made a week ago and you were informed that the hotel was full and all we had available was a second floor double room. You were also informed that a fruit basket and champagne would cost extra. Let me see here… It seems like the reservationist did offer you free nightly turn down service with a rose on your pillow and a box of chocolates since your view of the Strip would be limited. I’m sure you are aware transactions in a hotel such as this are recorded, for your protection and ours. We also record all calls in order to avoid situations such as this. I can pull up the recording of your conversation if you like.” David offered.
“No Sir, that won’t be necessary.” Replied a dejected Mr. Deleon.
“So now what I can do for you is offer you a double room at cost, a complimentary fruit basket and the turn down service you were promised.”
“But the lady out front said that I would get the champagne and a free dinner.” Mr. Deleon objected.
“I’m sorry, ‘The Lady Out Front’s’ name is Mrs. Burns. She was mistakenly under the impression that one of her clerks had made a terrible mistake and offered to rectify the situation. Here at the Belle Grande, we pride ourselves on giving expert service to high-class customers. Now that we know that there were no errors on our part and everyone you’ve come in contact with in this hotel has done their best to try and accommodate you, to no avail, my offer stands. You can take it or try your luck at a lesser hotel, maybe downtown somewhere. Now, if we’re done here, I have a hotel to run.” David stood and escorted Mr. Deleon to the door. Mr. Deleon walked out knowing that he had been caught in his scam. We had to pick the most expensive hotel on the strip this time. We usually get everything we want from the other hotels. I guess we will have to go downtown next year. He thought as he went ahead and gave the clerk his credit card and I.D. for the room.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

UNTITLED

THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM A MANUSCRIPT THAT I AM WORKING ON. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS AND/OR CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISMS TO LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT IT SO FAR. THANK YOU.



Megan crept into the house close to midnight. Bailey had asked to spend the night so Wren didn’t have to come back to the house to pick her up. Instead of going straight home after they left the restaurant, Megan had called David and met him at the Piano Bar Lounge for a drink. She had never hung out with David outside of work, so he jumped at the opportunity to meet her for drinks. She didn’t have to wait at the bar long before she saw his tall beautiful frame walking in. He looked even sexier in his casual gear. She was glad that she and Wren had brought sundresses and sandals to change into after Yoga class because she would have felt terrible sitting in there with him in sweats when he was looking so good. But with her fresh body wrap and exfoliation, massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, and hair washed and set, she knew she was looking good too.
David chose a nice little booth not too close to the stage so they could listen to the jazz music and still hear each other talk with out having to yell. They had a few rounds of drinks and danced to the jazz quartet. When the band finished it’s final set, it was open night for poets. They sat and enjoyed the poetry as they talked and laughed. They even got on stage and ad libed a poem together. Megan hadn’t had so much fun or felt so free in a long time. She felt so comfortable with David. They talked about any and everything, even laughing at some of the other poets who just got on stage just to be up there being silly and not really making any sense. Megan hated to leave when it started to get late, but she knew she had to get home. Since Tony was spending all of his time at home now, he would be wondering where she was. Walking her to her car and giving her a big hug, David didn’t want the night to end either. He made her promise to call him and let him know that everything was okay when she got home.
Tony was wide-awake when she walked into the bedroom.
“You look good. I didn’t know the spa stayed open this late.” He stared at her.
“It doesn’t, Wren and I had dinner and drinks afterwards Tony. What’s your problem?” She knew he had an attitude.
“My problem is that my wife is strolling in here after midnight drunk and I haven’t talked to her all day.” He started.
“Tony don’t start with me. You finally decide to spend a few days at home and now you want to get an attitude because I spend one night out with my friend. I’ve been spending all these years at home taking care of the kids, now I get one day off and you want to trip? I’m not in the mood for this right now.” She grabbed her pajamas and headed to the guest room.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

MY ANGEL


By: Nicole Stewart

To look at her is to love her
She is my child
More than that
She is an angel
God sent to me for a while
To teach her about life
Not just material things
Nurture her and teach her
To spread her wings
One day she’ll leave
When it’s time for her to go
To spread the joy of the lord
To those who don’t know
What I do know and will always believe
Is that the lord trusted one of his angels to me.

My Precious Little Jordan

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

BEING ME


Nicole Stewart


I love my eyes
I love my breast
The curve of my hips
And all of the rest
I love being me
No matter what you see
The beauty I hold is within me
I exude with love
And the pleasantry of life
I won’t let you defile me
With your prejudice and strife
I hold my head up
When I walk
I enunciate
When I talk
I smile with a grace
Showing the love on my face
It’s there for all to see
The pride I take in
Just being me.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

WITHIN ME

Within Me
By: Nicole Stewart

Within me there’s a substance

Something that’s deep within

It can cause happiness, pleasure

Or sin

It sometimes sparkles

And shows in my eyes

It sometimes hurts me

And makes me cry.

Love is this substance

That I’m talking about

It’s deep within me

Trying to get out

But where will it go

If I open my heart

Will it come back to me

Or tear me apart.

Love is my life’s blood

It keeps me alive

If I’d never felt it

I’d have no need to strive



SUNSET








SUNSET
By Nicole Stewart


I watched the sunset last night

It was a beautiful sight

I watched the moon rise

Turning the day into night

I watched the colors fade

As clouds darkened the sky

I inspected every star


Many caught my eye

I was lost in the beauty

And wonder of it all

Watching Nature at work

made my worries seem small.


Picture by Reg

Remeberance 2009

Nicole Stewart

It seems that now is the season to mourn. We as a nation have been thrust into a seat of desolation as we lose our friends, neighbors, family, homes, jobs, security and faith. We fear the NEWS knowing that there's just going to be more despair. As we mourn in rememberance of our losses, we must also gather the strength to carry on.

Today I will say a small prayer for all that we have lost, so that tomorrow I may be released from grief and carry on. "for in death there is no rememberance of you." Psalms 6:5


Steve McNair

Billy Mays,

Michael Jackson,

Farrah Fawcett,

Ed McMahon,

Stephen Tyrone Johns,

David Carradine,

Chuck Daly,

Wayman Tisdale,

Danny Gans,

Bea Arthur,

Natasha Richardson,

Officer James 'The Big Game' Manor,

Jada Justice,

Shia Travis,

Bea Arthur,

John Hope Franklin,

Walter Cronkite,

Edward Kennedy,

Patrick Swayze,

Derrion Albert,

Chris Henry,


"Naked I came from my mothers womb, and naked shall I return there. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; Blessed be the name of the Lord." Job 1:21

If I omitted to mention anyone, please know that it was not done out of spite. There have been so many great people in the world who have touched one or all of us in some way. Please feel free to comment anyone you believe deserves to be honored and I will add them to the list.