Remembering…

1

Ah’m a southern fried Brotha, from Louisiana. 73 years young. On da morning of my birth, I hit da ground running. On one hand, I had been targeted for death, because of my black skin color. On da otha hand, I was surrounded and protected by a family determined to see me thru til da end.

2

During my youth, the State of Louisiana was a racial, hotbed, for hatred against Black folks, a hatred my family experienced directly, in da form of shotgun violence, fires, and, ambushes.

3

My family were landowners, via The Homestead Act. It was prime land, full of plumb trees, pecan orchards, pine, walnut, and oak trees, a broom field, a couple of water ponds, cows, chickens, horses, a communal water, hand, pump, a communal smoke house, and, otha thangs I will not name.

4

Because of the lands location, da KKK engaged my family directly, with tactics straight outta war. But, my family were gallant warriors who fought back. As a result, da lands are still in family hands.

(To be continued)

©nyewusi askari 2018

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