I often wonder how my ancestors endured the hardships of their time. How they could possibly exist without the television, microwave and all the conveniences we so eagerly and selfishly control today.
My life as an African-American today is based mainly on the sacrifices of my ancestors yesterday. They endured the savagery of slavery, the indignity of bigotry and what seemed to be the eternal fight for equality.
In fleeting thoughts I wonder, what if the Underground Railroad had telephones and snack service? What if the slave shacks had hot and cold running water? What if the workday in the cotton fields was eight hours? And what if the overseer was a caring supervisor, thinking only of the workers’ comfort and welfare? Well, as my mother used to say, “If [what if] was worth a nickel each time it’s said, we would be rich.”
During my 60 years, I’ve had the opportunity to listen and talk to many young black and white students. It was not surprising to me then, and remains unchanged, that their knowledge of the history of our country continues to be as elusive as the proverbial needle in a haystack.
I celebrate the sacrifices of my ancestors each day. I wake to the sound of freedom – a sound that echoes rattling chains and the voices of torment turned to joy. Yes, it was a time of shame for our country and a life of despair for its people, but from its ashes came this great moment of freedom.
What if, when our kids turn on the computer, a game of knowledge is displayed, rather than attacking aliens? What if kids hung out at the library rather than the mall? What if one day your kid comes to you and asks a question about our country’s past? Will you be ready?
AL WILLIAMS
Stanwood
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