Again, my daughter and I got to go on another wonderful trip. This time, we went to South Carolina, North Carolina and Georgia. It was so much fun, but it was much more than that; it was prophetic!!
In my last two books, “New World” and “Time Leap,” which are very, exciting, thrillers, I tell the story of a woman, who, among other events, goes back in time. She gets to go to a marketplace, in the old South, and she experiences the thrilling, “allure” of the market.
There are wonderful and fresh foods, of all sorts, and gorgeous, brightly-colored, fabrics, from faraway lands, as well as an endless variety of intriguing items, many of which, she would love to buy.
The “Wonder” of the trip, that I went on was, that our hotel room’s balconey looked directly down onto, possibly, the very “market” that I had written about. What a thrill! They say not to write about things that you don’t know about, so now I haven’t (if that makes sense…hah)!
There was one thing about this experience, however, that was very sad, and that was the marketplace, on Market Street, in Charleston. What is now a sort of farmer’s market, was once the “slave quarters” for the city, and I do believe, for much of the south, too. Probably millions of people were “herded,” like animals, into the jail-like buildings, after having survived the terrible journey, on ships, to America, which many of them, actually, didn’t survive…!
We looked directly down onto several, “block-long,” buildings, from the balconey of our historic hotel, that I thought looked a lot like Nazi prison camps! These buildings were one-story brick, with bars, like a jail, across either side of them. There were lots of old tables in them, which may have been newer additions. The buildings were filled with people selling crafts, the day we arrived.
What I found to be surprising was, that quite a few black people walked alongside those buildings, with, seemingly, no emotion. Of course, I wasn’t “inside” their heads, so I don’t know how they felt, as they walked the street where, possibly, some of their families had been brought into a new and cruel life.
I began to talk to a young, black woman, who was sitting on a short stool, only yards away from the “slave quarters,” making baskets. She seemed to take me back in time. I asked her what she was doing? She told me that she was making sweet-grass baskets, or sheet-grass, I wasn’t sure which. She was very nice, and told me that her family had been making them for a long time.
Later, when I got home from my trip, I was looking at pictures of Charleston, on the web, and I saw a story about an older, black, man who was making the same baskets. The article said that the baskets were so strong, that even when stepped on, they would not collapse. I thought that was indicative of the black people, too. In fact, the story had a happy ending, saying, that the man had the grass on his land, and that he was making a lot of money, selling his museum-quality baskets.
Then, my daughter and I were walking along, looking at all the beautiful, historic, homes, when we happened upon the very building where the slaves were “auctioned.” It was now a museum. How chilling it was to see such terrible reminders of another time, in such a beautiful city.
I couldn’t help thinking that, though He is God, He must even, sometimes be amazed and horrified at what men can do to one another. The thought also came to me, that the issue of “slavery” has never, really, truly, been dealt with, by the people of the south.
I thought about my own grandmother, who was closely related to Robert E. Lee, and Sam Houston, as well as many other famous people. In fact, she was from the south, and she and my mother’s family had such, strong, southern, accents, that my mother told me, that no one could understand them, when they moved up north, to live.
In fact, my books are, written, by God, in a very kind and even respectful manner, to the little “creatures,” that He has made. He would, I believe, like to see people be much kinder to one another.
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