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Black History
« on: February 09, 2005, 01:06 PM »
Edward Sawyer Cooper, native of Columbia, SC, became the first African-American elected president of the American Heart Association. He has waged a campaign against strokes and heart disease. He has acquired many, many awards and honors.

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Re: Black History
« Reply #1 on: February 08, 2005, 07:16 PM »
Witt, you pulled one out the hat on me.
Dr. Matilda Evans was decades ahead of her time, and I thank you for the lesson.
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Re: Black History
« Reply #2 on: February 16, 2005, 05:24 PM »
I found this while looking around. I believe it was written by a British Abolitionists prior to the Civil War here in America, indicating the horrors of slavery and a movement to abolish it..

The is a bit long but worth every emotional word...

William Cowper
From Charity, (1782)

Again the band of commerce was designed
To associate all the branches of mankind;
And if a boundless plenty be the robe,
Trade is the golden girdle of the globe.
Wise to promote whatever end he means,
God opens fruitful Nature's various scenes:
Each climate needs what other climes produce,
And offers something to the general use;
No land but listens to the common call,
And in return receives supply from all.
This genial intercourse, and mutual aid,
Cheers what were else a universal shade,
Calls nature from her ivy-mantled den,
And softens human rock-work into men.
Ingenious Art, with her expressive face,
Steps forth to fashion and refine the race;
Not only fills necessity's demand,
But overcharges her capacious hand:
Capricious taste itself can crave no more
Than she supplies from her abounding store:
She strikes out all that luxury can ask,
And gains new vigour at her endless task.
Hers is the spacious arch, the shapely spire,
The painter's pencil, and the poets lyre;
From her the canvas borrows light and shade,
And verse, more lasting, hues that never fade.
She guides the finger o'er the dancing keys,
Gives difficulty all the grace of ease,
And pours a torrent of sweet notes around
Fast as the thirsting ear can drink the sound.
These are the gifts of art; and art thrives most
Where Commerce has enriched the busy coast;
He catches all improvements in his flight,
Spreads foreign wonders in his country's sight,
Imports what others have invented well,
And stirs his own to match them, or excel.
'Tis thus, reciprocating each with each,
Alternately the nations learn and teach;
While Providence enjoins to every soul
A union with the vast terraqueous whole.
Heaven speed the canvas gallantly unfurled
To furnish and accommodate a world,
To give the pole the produce of the sun,
And knit the unsocial climates into one.
Soft airs and gentle heavings of the wave
Impel the fleet, whose errand is to save,
To succor wasted regions, and replace
The smile of opulence in sorrow's face.
Let nothing adverse, nothing unforeseen,
Impede the bark that ploughs the deep serene,
Charged with a freight transcending in its worth
The gems of India, Natures rarest birth,
That flies, like Gabriel on his Lord's commands,
A herald of God's love to pagan lands!
But ah! what wish can prosper, or what prayer,
For merchants rich in cargoes of despair,
Who drive a loathsome traffic, gauge, and span,
And buy the muscles and the bones of man?
The tender ties of father, husband, friend,
All bonds of nature in that moment end;
And each endures, while yet he draws his breath,
A stroke as fatal as the scythe of death.
The sable warrior, frantic with regret
Of her he loves, and never can forget,
Loses in tears the far-receding shore,
But not the thought that they must meet no more;
Deprived of her and freedom at a blow,
What has he left that he can yet forego?
Yes, to deep sadness sullenly resigned,
He feels his body's bondage in his mind;
Puts off his generous nature, and to suit
His manners with his fate, puts on the brute.
Oh most degrading of all ills that wait
On man, a mourner in his best estate!
All other sorrows virtue may endure,
And find submission more than half a cure;
Grief is itself a medicine, and bestowed
To improve the fortitude that bears the load;
To teach the wanderer, as his woes increase,
The path of wisdom, all whose paths are peace;
But slavery! Virtue dreads it as her grave:
Patience itself is meanness in a slave;
Or, if the will and sovereignty of God
Bid suffer it a while, and kiss the rod,
Wait for the dawning of a brighter day,
And snap the chain the moment when you may.
Nature imprints upon whatever we see,
That has a heart and life in it, Be free!
The beasts are chartered neither age nor force
Can quell the love of freedom in a horse:
He breaks the cord that held him at the rack;
And, conscious of an unencumbered back,
Snuffs up the morning air, forgets the rein;
Loose fly his forelock and his ample mane;
Responsive to the distant neigh, he neighs;
Nor stops, till, over leaping all delays,
He finds the pasture where his fellows graze.
Canst thou, and honored with a Christian name,
Buy what is woman-born, and feel no shame?
Trade in the blood of innocence, and plead
Expedience as a warrant for the deed?
So may the wolf, whom famine has made bold
To quit the forest and invade the fold:
So may the ruffian, who with ghostly glide,
Dagger in hand, steals close to your bedside;
Not he, but his emergence forced the door,
He found it inconvenient to be poor.
Has God then given its sweetness to the cane,
Unless his laws be trampled on in vain?
Built a brave world, which cannot yet subsist,
Unless his right to rule it be dismissed?
Impudent blasphemy! So folly pleads,
And, avarice being judge, with ease succeeds.
But grant the plea, and let it stand for just,
That man make man his prey, because he must;
Still there is room for pity to abate
And soothe the sorrows of so sad a state.
A Briton knows, or if he knows it not,
The Scripture placed within his reach, he ought,
That souls have no discriminating hue,
Alike important in their Maker's view;
That none are free from blemish since the fall,
And love divine has paid one price for all.
The wretch that works and weeps without relief
Has One that notices his silent grief.
He, from whose hand alone all power proceeds,
Ranks its abuse among the foulest deeds,
Considers all injustice with a frown;
But marks the man that treads his fellow down.
Begone! the whip and bell in that hard hand
Are hateful ensigns of usurped command.
Not Mexico could purchase kings a claim
To scourge him, weariness his only blame.
Remember, Heaven has an avenging rod,
To smite the poor is treason against God!
Trouble is grudgingly and hardly brooked,
While life's sublimest joys are overlooked:
We wander o'er a sunburnt thirsty soil,
Murmuring and weary of our daily toil,
Forget to enjoy the palm-trees offered shade,
Or taste the fountain in the neighboring glade:
Else who would lose, that had the power to improve
The occasion of transmuting fear to love?
Oh, tis a godlike privilege to save!
And he that scorns it is himself a slave.
Inform his mind; one flash of heavenly day
Would heal his heart, and melt his chains away.
'Beauty for ashes' is a gift indeed,
And slaves, by truth enlarged, are doubly freed.
Then would he say, submissive at thy feet,
While gratitude and love made service sweet,
My dear deliverer out of hopeless night,
Whose bounty bought me but to give me light,
I was a bondman on my native plain,
Sin forged, and ignorance made fast, the chain;
Thy lips have shed instruction as the dew,
Taught me what path to shun, and what pursue;
Farewell my former joys! I sigh no more
For Africa's once loved, benighted shore;
Serving a benefactor, I am free;
At my best home, if not exiled from thee.
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Re: Black History
« Reply #3 on: February 16, 2005, 08:24 PM »
An Anti-Slavery Ballad by Robert Burns


   Robert Burns
'The Slave's Lament (1792)
It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrall
   For the lands of Virginia-ginia O;
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more,
   And alas! I am weary, weary O!
      Torn from &c.

All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost,
   Like the lands of Virginia-ginia O;
There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,
   And alas! I am weary, weary O!
      There streams &c.

The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear,
   In the lands of Virginia-ginia O;
And I think on friends most dear with the bitter, bitter tear,
   And Alas! I am weary, weary O!
      And I think &c.
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Re: Black History
« Reply #4 on: February 17, 2005, 12:39 PM »
Fantastic, rg and Friend. Both great choices. Thanks for putting both of them here where we could read them and remember.

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« Reply #5 on: January 31, 2005, 04:53 PM »
In honor of black history month, I thought it would be good to list some little known black history facts to honor those that are forgotten, or never mentioned in our euro centric history books. You'll probably be amazed at the things we take for granted, but the credit was never properly assigned.
Won't you join me?

Allow me to introduce Araminta Green. She was called Minta in her young years. She was born to Ashanti african slaves, Benjamin Ross and Harriet Green. Because she was a slave, the rcord of her birth is not clear, but it is thought she was born either 1819 or 1820.

As were most slaves she was treated cruelly and at the age of five was rented out to a neighbor to sit up with their infant child. If the infant woke up during the night and cried, Minta was beaten for the disturbance.

At the age of  13  Minta was hit in the head with a 2 pound steel weight as she tried to block an overseer who was about to catch a running slave. The blow was near fatal. She was unconscious for days and would suffer from blackouts the rest of her life from this vicious attack.

She eventually became a fugitive slave, came to be known as 'Moses', became a nurse and made a brew from the knowledge she had of roots and herbs, using it to cure the deadly dysentery that was killing union troops in large numbers, in spite of all the learned doctor's efforts.
She also became a soldier,scout, commander, spy, women's rights advocate, and social reformer.

If you'll harken back a few years to the time Bush Sr. sent the army to Panama, there was a female sgt. injured while leading her troops under fire. She was touted at the time to be the first female to lead troops in combat.
  Araminta Green was the first woman not only lead troops in combat to disrupt supply lines and gather information on several missions, but she devised the plan on the request of the union army and carried it out under fire with much success, freeing 735 slaves in the process.

General Saxton, who reported the raid in South Carolina to Secretary of War Stanton, said "This is the only military command in American history wherein a woman, black or white, led the raid and under whose inspiration it was originated and conducted."

Araminta went on to speak before groups on freedom and women' suffurage, opened schools and had audiences with Lincoln himself.

In her teens years she took on the name Harriet in honor of her mother. In 1844 she married John Tubman, a free black.

Yes, I'm talking about Harriet Tubman. Her motto was 'live free, or die' and she carried a shotgun to enforce that very thing as she freed hundreds of slaves with the underground railroad. She died in 1913 and is buried in New York.

This is just a small sample of what a uneducated runaway slave, who could neither read nor write, accomplished. I encourage all of you to investigate her life further.

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Re: Black History
« Reply #6 on: February 01, 2005, 01:31 AM »
It's more than tempting to not respond to this post.  Indeed little comfort can be gleaned from such a story.  Yet, the memory begs nothing less than acknowledgement.  This woman named; Araminta Green, humble, and deserving, suffered not in the righteous manner that others of the time suffered; to farm, and provide; struggle to nurture a family and dream, but in servitude to cruel, and sad individuals that because of their ignorance could not, or would not stand clear and allow her the the rights of a human being; indeed, her rights as an American.  Instead, she languished behind, in her early years, behing a belief, and a shameful process.  As we remember Mrs. Green, and mourn her shameful treatment,  let us also remember that even in those times there were those that stove to undue the ingnorance that prevailed.  It is, and will always be our shame, of the treatment of blacks in this country.  I, for one believe that Mrs. Green would, shotgun not withstanding, look to me and see a fellow human being, and withold a greater impullse...

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Re: Black History
« Reply #7 on: February 02, 2005, 02:48 PM »
Your post was well thought out and appreciated. However you've confused me on one issue and prompted the need in me to clarify another.

1)"It's more than tempting to not respond to this post."

That really confuses me because I can't think of a single reason why, but it seems from the lack of response you are indeed correct. Would you explain this to me please?

2)" I, for one believe that Mrs. Green would, shotgun not withstanding, look to me and see a fellow human being, and withold a greater impullse..."

My reference to Harriet Tubman's use of the shotgun had to do with her motto 'you will live free or die.' This is what she told all the slaves she helped escape through the underground R/R. She carried lognum to keep the children quiet and a shotgun to keep those that got scared from turning back. she was well aware of the fact that if any turned back they would be tortured into telling the secrets of the underground R/R and that just could not happen.

In her post war years Harriet Tubman was a staunch worker for scocial reform. She was denied her military pension, but she used what monies she could scrape together to open schools for freed slaves, she took in children and raised them as her own,  she took in elderly and impoverished slaves.
She worked with abolishonists, campaigned for womens suffurage with Susan B. Anthony and even had a adudience with with Queen Victoria.

I say all that to say her later years were not vengeful, but full of efforts to educate and raise issues of justice. So you are indeed correct in saying she would see you as a fellow human being.
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« Reply #8 on: February 02, 2005, 02:55 PM »
David Crosthwait was born in Nashville, Tennessee and moved to Kansas City, Missouri where he attended high school. He went on to attend Purdue University where he obtained a Bachelor of Science degree in 1913 and a Master of Engineering degree in 1920.

In 1913 Crosthwait moved to Marshalltown, Iowa where he began working for the Durham Company, designing heating installations. In 1925 he was named the director of the research department, overseeing a staff of engineers and chemists. His research concerned heating and ventilating and in the coming years he obtained 39 patents for various devices including heating systems, vacuum pumps, refrigeration methods and processes and temperature regulating devices. His most famous creation was the heating system for New York's famous Radio City Music Hall.
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« Reply #9 on: February 03, 2005, 10:17 AM »
I agree, Friend. There are soooo many unsung heros that are never mentioned. Here is where I shine. I have all kinds of famous people from SC that no one has ever heard of that really need to be known. For years it has always been the same people over and over and there are so many prominent people that need to be taught. I concentrate on SC and could spend MONTHS on that alone.
For instance, Ron McNair was from my hometown Lake City, SC and no one even remembers who he was!

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« Reply #10 on: February 03, 2005, 12:23 PM »
Let's remind them of Ron McNair:

Now meet Jean Baptiste Point du Sable, born  in St. Marc Haiti (cirrca) 1745 to a french sea captain and a slave mother. He was educated in france and worked for a time as a seaman.

He spoke French, Spanish and English fluently. He was a man of refindment and was one of the rare examples of blacks owning land. As much as 800 acres. He married a Patawatomi indian (Kittihawah) and in 1779 explored north to an area named Eschikagou by the indians.

He built the first permanent structure there and it eventually became a trading post making him a very wealthy man.
In his home the first marriage was performed, the first elections were held, and the first court handed down justice. He died in August of 1818.

The place? Right at the mouth of the Chicago river.
Chicago!!! Founded by a black man.

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« Reply #11 on: February 04, 2005, 01:28 PM »
The battle of San Juan Hill little known history fact.

Teddy Rossevelt and his rough riders were not the first to reach the summit in the charge on San Juan Hill. It was the all black 10th Calvary, the Buffalo Soilders.

Here's an excerpt from a speech in 1998 by the hornorable William Clay, Missouri, read into the congressional record of the house of Repersentatives:

"Hundreds of highly decorated units of black soldiers were among the first to be sent to Cuba in 1898 to fight in the Spanish American War, including the 9th and 10th Calvary and the 24th and 25th Army Regiments. These heroic soldiers waged a furious battle, capturing El Caney and charging the enemy from the summit at San Juan Hill. Their acts of bravery enabled Colonel Roosevelt and his ``Rough Riders'' to win San Juan Hill the following day. According to an article which appeared in the Washington Times on February 8, 1991, ``Neither Col. Theodore Roosevelt, whose name is most commonly associated with the battle of San Juan Hill, nor any other Roughrider reached the summit before the black calvary''.

The Americans outnumbered the Spanish militia 10 to 1, but the undermanned Spaniard troops fought fiercely from their concrete blockhouses. American casualties were heavy. More than 200 were killed or injured. Five Negro soldiers won Congressional Medals of Honor for bravery in the battle at El Caney and San Juan Hill. They were Dennis Bell, Edward Baker, Fitz Lee, William Thomkins and George Wanton. Secretary of the Navy, Frank Knox, lauded them as being the ``bravest men'' he had ever seen. "

Amazing how that got left out of the history books.

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« Reply #12 on: February 04, 2005, 04:21 PM »
How about this one??

Brigadier General Irene Trowell-Harris from Aiken, SC went from picking cotton to the first female African-American general in the 357-year history of the National Guard.
"I want to inspire young people all over the country to set high goals and reach them--especially in this day when so many young people feel hopeless. If students apply themselves, they can succeed."

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« Reply #13 on: February 07, 2005, 05:18 PM »
I have been reading a E-book about Nat Love (1854-1921).
Born a slave and becoming a famous cowboy by the name Red River Dick, and Deadwood Dick. A little known fact is it was exslaves and free blacks that made up the majority of the western cowboys. It was the black soilder that was sent to the western plains and frontier forts, as they were concidered expendable. The title of Buffalo Solider was bestowed upon them from the Indians as a recgonition of their bravery and ferousity.

 Nat Love was one of the few blacks of that time that could read and write, learning to do both mostly on his own. He has a facinating life's story. It contains some humor to me in that men are men whatever the age or epoch, and one must certainly read past the bravado, but all in all it's a reviting story.
Nat Love met some of the most reverred figures in western history, including the infamous like the James brothers and such.
 Here is one comment he made about those outlaws. What I find most interesting about this quote is how timeless it is, maybe even being more apprpiate for our day;

" ...if they were robbers, by what name are we to call of the great trusts, corporations and brokers, who have for years been robbing the people of this country, some of them, I am glad to say, are now behind prison bars, still others are even now piling up the dollars that they have been and are still stealing from the American people, and who on account of these same dollars are looked up to, respected and are honored members of society, and the only difference between
them and the James brothers is that the James brothers stole from the rich and gave to the poor, while these respected members of society steal from the poor to make the rich richer, and which of them think you reader, will get the benefit of the judgment when the final day arrives and all men appear before the great white throne in final judgment?"

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