|2nd great grandparents born into slavery|
I remember watching Roots as a teenager when it aired in 1977. It was hard watching the series, seeing the cruelty of an institution designed to strip away the culture, dignity and identity of Africans for selfish gain. Knowing my ancestors were trapped in this institution made it even more painful. I vividly remember going to school each day angry with those who looked like the people that enslaved my family.
|Image from original roots|
Like other historians, it peaked my interest in wanting to understand where I came from. As a teenager, I would sit and ask my grandmothers, parents and great aunts questions about the family.
|Great uncle's farm where I spent summers|
Going to town was a big deal just to see something other than the farm.
|Houlka, Mississippi - Post Office|
As I got older my curiosity of family intensified. I took a class in college on African American studies. Immersing into reading and writing papers on my culture, my anger toward a system that trapped my family began to change. The anger was channeled to a different purpose. The focus changed to wanting to know even more about my family because the lives of those who came before me mattered and share their stories.
Chosen for such a time as this.
On a prayer call one evening years ago I made my request known. When it was my turn to state my request, I said, “I desire to know what I am called to do”. The reply from one of the senior members on the call, “Linda, your ministry is to your family”. Through my narrow lens, I didn’t see the bigger picture. As time passed, it became clearer. Yes, I had a responsibility to my immediate family but it was also to the extended family. You have to know where you been to understand where you’re going.
We are an intricate and fleshly fine-tuning of divine wisdom – Psalm 8:5. Like the late Alex Haley, I too stand on the shoulders of giants. Our ancestors persevered so that we could be here today to tell their stories, learn from it and share it with future generations.
With millions of viewers, I will be tuned in to watch “Roots Reimagined” with my family, but this time with a fresh set of eyes and head held high because I descended from greatness. This time will be used as a teaching moment with my children so they will understand the importance of remembering their heritage.
|Grandma Josephine - Freedmen Bureau Labor Contract|
Thank You for sharing and Indexing. It was insightful to learn what Roots meant to you then and now. Awesome.ReplyDelete
Excellent and timely post. I was a freshman in college when this came out and watched it with a couple of my Black friends but mostly White kids in my girls dorm. The room was filled and after each show of the ROOTS series, you could hear a pin drop. The silence was noticeable. I felt immense anger and sadness but had to control myself for obvious reasons. I am DVRing the remake so we can watch it as a family next weekend. Since we bought the original in VHS format and had our kids watch one Summer, it will be harder to get them to watch again. My husband and I will indeed watch, though. Thanks Cuz for this great post.ReplyDelete