Just felt like painting my nails… Maybe it’ll help me with my annoying habit of constantly picking at them…
Got quite a giggle off of this, but it’s the honest truth… It’s not a temporary phase, fad, or anything of the sort. It’s about changing my life, completely- starting with my health. ;) #healthyliving #cleaneating #imboutthatlife
Today’s outfit… I love this shirt, so much. Might pair it with a different pair of pants next time though.
“I was born March 23, 1850 in Kentucky, somewhere near Louisville. I am goin’ on 88 years right now. (1937). I was brought to Missouri when I was six months old, along with my mama, who was a slave owned by a man named Shaw, who had allotted her to a man named Jimmie Graves, who came to Missouri to live with his daughter Emily Graves Crowdes. I always lived with Emily Crowdes.”
The matter of allotment was confusing to the interviewer and Aunt Sally endeavored to explain.
“Yes’m. Allotted? Yes’m. I’m goin’ to explain that, ” she replied. “You see there was slave traders in those days, jes’ like you got horse and mule an’ auto traders now. They bought and sold slaves and hired ‘em out. Yes’m, rented ‘em out. Allotted means somethin’ like hired out. But the slave never got no wages. That all went to the master. The man they was allotted to paid the master.”
“I was never sold. My mama was sold only once, but she was hired out many times. Yes’m when a slave was allotted, somebody made a down payment and gave a mortgage for the rest. A chattel mortgage… .”
“Allotments made a lot of grief for the slaves,” Aunt Sally asserted. “We left my papa in Kentucky, ‘cause he was allotted to another man. My papa never knew where my mama went, an’ my mama never knew where papa went.” Aunt Sally paused a moment, then went on bitterly. “They never wanted mama to know, ‘cause they knowed she would never marry so long she knew where he was. Our master wanted her to marry again and raise more children to be slaves. They never wanted mama to know where papa was, an’ she never did,” sighed Aunt Sally.
Sarah Frances Shaw Graves, Age 87
Born in Slavery: Slave Narratives from the Federal Writers’ Project, 1936-1938
Library of Congress, Digital ID mesnp 100126
the bold breaks my heart. this is what gave rise to the capitalism we know today. this is cruel.
I want people to know this wasn’t a long time ago. This was one or two generations ago.
My grandmother was born in 1944. This really isn’t that long ago. Someone pointed out to me the other day that black Americans don’t have/aren’t ‘old money’ because they were the money, the commodity. Very humbling.
“black Americans don’t have/aren’t ‘old money’ because they were the money, the commodity. Very humbling.”
I’ve heard this before too….smh