When did slavery in America end?
Just months ago I would’ve given a quick answer to that question. In my ignorance I certainly wouldn’t have known the date off the top of my head, and if I were able to do a quick Google search under the table without you knowing, I’d eventually come back with 1865.
“Yes, 1865, when the 13th Amendment was put into play.”
But today if we were having that conversation, I would hesitate a lot more, and I’d probably respond with some kind of hat-tip to the loaded nature of your question. After some conversation and back and forth, eventually, I’d just flat out tell you IT NEVER ENDED; that through the years slavery has just been recreated and relabeled in different forms.
Hopefully we’d still be talking.
Quite frankly, I’m hoping you’re still reading.
For me, I’ve grown up and lived with a lot of assumptions. But those assumptions have proven to be misrepresentations, and they have now in turn transformed into convictions deep in my soul. You know as well as I do- when a conviction is embedded deep enough inside you, you just have to share it. Even if nobody will listen.
Some have asked why I’m writing these posts. They think I’m trying to convince them of something. I’m really not.
In fact I think the following quote is most accurate to my heart in these posts:
“Sometimes I speak up because I think it might actually change the world. Other times, I speak up simply to keep the world from changing me.”
I know we’re only a couple days into this month, but I appreciate you taking this journey with me. Please keep reading. The posts coming up are about to get even darker, but we must remember the wrongs of our past lest we repeat them in our future.