While riding on the secondary back roads between the farming plantations of Mayesville and Goodwill, South Carolina tonight, I had a historical flashback of my own experience on those same roads as a boy with my father and I was transported even further back in history to a time when Black slaves and Black indentured servants had to travel mostly by foot and sometimes on horse and wagon on these dirt roads and farm roads through the swamps at night. I had a chilling realization of the risks that a Black man took traveling alone on those hidden and desolate roads.between points of relative safety and familiar folks. At any time and for any reason he could have been stopped, harassed, tortured, raped, castrated, mutilated, burned alive, lynched, robbed and at the very least humiliated by any white person be it White Law Enforcement officers, a white boy, girl, man or woman.
Traveling for a Black man was a life and death proposition. For any Black Man to travel alone and unprotected on any roads in the South, particularly secondary, farm and rule roads, was an invitation to be harassed, beaten, jailed and/or killed by White Law Enforcement officers just for sport.
Hold up, Wait a minute, it just occurred to me that things have not changed but in actually have gotten worse and more arrogant as these type clandestine terrorist organizations continue to operate with virtual judicial and civil impunity in America. .
I AM BLACK HISTORY.
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