Digging through my Ancestry my Mother found our 1st ancestor of African Origins. She was a Slave of a Plantation owner in Kentucky USA in the 1800’s. I feel her Story must be told… Far from a tail full of Joy, hers is one of many with a tragic ending… I Feel a wanting to know more of 17 year old ‘Lucy’…

THIS is My History:

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Recognize this pain felt Generations ago…

Empty memories lost in the Blackwhole of my Soul.

A Truth to this mystery,

footsteps laid by a 17 year old taken cheaply,

Simply reasoned, “I OWN YOU…”

This question I would ask of you dear Lucy…

“What Standard did you live by..?’

‘To take action against your rapest, knowing you would Hang for this..?”

I wish I knew of the self respect born into you that would take back what was taken…

She Died to pay the price of this dignity…

You paid for Me…

Lucy…😰

1846 KILLING OF WILLIAM HAMILTON BY SLAVE LUCY IN MEADE CO KY

1846 KILLING OF WILLIAM HAMILTON BY SLAVE LUCY IN MEADE COUNTY KENTUCKY.

FROM — “Early Times in Meade County, Kentucky,” by George L. Ridenour, pp76 – 78:

Tuesday, November 3, 1846, Lucy and Peter of color, the property of Lewis Hamilton were indicted for murder. William Hamilton, the young master of Lucy, came to his death at the hands of Lucy, being stabbed with a butcher knife. On the day after the indictment was returned Peter was discharged. Thursday, Lucy was brought from the jail and a jury was empaneled. After hearing the evidence Henry P. Byrum, a juror, withdrew and the jury was discharged. John L. Helm was appointed by the court to defend the slaves and the court ordered Lewis Hamilton, the owner to pay the attorney $10.

May 4, 1847, Lucy, who plead not guilt, “put herself upon God and her country” and was found guilty of murder by the jury. On Friday of that term of court upon Lucy’s “suggestion and it appearing to the satisfaction of the court” all further proceedings in the prosecution were suspended. John L. Helm acknowledged a $30 fee which the court had ordered Lewis L. Hamilton to pay. At the August term of the court Further proceeding in this case was postponed “on account of the tender age of the child, and with a view of not endangering its life.”

Hon. A. H. Churchchill was judge and William Alexander was prosecuting attorney. In 1847 Judge Churchill, rather than pass sentence upon Lucy resigned his office and Governor Owsley appointed Samuel Carpenter in his stead. May 1, 1848, the sentence of the court was that “Lucy, a slave, on June first next between the hours of nine o’clock in the morning and three o’clock i the evening that the sheriff take the said prisoner into his custody and take her to a gallows previously erected on some public road leading from the town of Brandenburg not nearer than one-half mile and to farther than three miles from the said town and then and there hang her by the neck of her body until she be dead and the Lord have mercy on her soul. A copy of this order and sentence certified by the clerk of this court shall be sufficient warrant to the Sheriff. The court fixed Lucy’s value at $500 and ordered that “upon this sentence being executed that Lewis Hamilton be allowed $500 from the treasury of the State of Kentucky. Thomas J. Gough, sheriff, and Leonard P. Buckman, acting deputy sheriff, carried out the sentence as directed by the court. Lucy had been kept in the old jail – a log structure – on East Hill. Thomas Mills was the jailer at the time. His wife, “Aunt Peggy,” dressed the negress for the scaffold and assisted her to the ox cart, where she was seated upon the coffin in which she was to be buried. The place of the execution was by the old State road on the farm later owned by William Saunders. (William Saunders was the brother of my great grandmother Mary Walker Saunders Shacklett and was married to Aunt Sophie Saunders – who was a Shacklett!) Lucy carried her small child – born in the jail – in her arms on the slow ride to the place of the hanging. A black jack oak served as a gallows. Several thousand people witnessed the execution. Slaved owners for miles around brought their slaves to show them what would happen if they killed their masters. When the offices with Lucy in custody came to the tree, the child was taken from Lucy’s arms, the noose was adjusted and the rope made fast to a large limb and the oxen driven away. Thus the sentence of the court was carried out. The place near the present town limits on the farm now owned by Henry J. Allen is pointed out as the place where Lucy was hanged. This incident and a slave woman’s death from a severe whipping near the present town of Irvington were made use of by abolitionists throughout the country. In the anti-slavery agitation Lucy’s execution assumed national

Descendant- a person, plant, or animal that is descended from a particular ancestor.

A Lost Descendant of..?

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Bound by a bond unchosen I just know when I look inside I find the Wealth of wisdom left behind by those who passed through time…

Left scar’s behind from tragic occurence’s…,

They too, did not chose this…

Backed by Hope’s burdened to carry the Dreams of those once free-

Why cant we learn from their footsteps stapled to the past…

Do you know how it must feel to see an emptiness in the spokes of your Family wheel..?

Left to wonder where they began, a trail leading to where I Stand…

Left to question, what blood flows through this Man?

A King, Farmer..?

A Wise one who carried tales of Generations before..?

Have you ever had to question what history is written on the heart carried through each Generation?

Have you ever had to ask a question which has no answer?

Whoms Dream’s do I carry..?

WILL IT EVER BE..?

TOMORROW…

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Tomorrow holds Expectations;

Making every passing Today almost unbearable too take in!

Second by Second.

Each Moment bends my Times table tipping point anchored..,

Between the Founding promise framing this gap-

Found-

Less frustrations resting in the arms of Patience;

Her hands caressing my ANXIOUS mind…

She Holds me still,

Touching my expectations,

Only too give them up to Wisdom

So I wait..,

Still,

For Tomorrow to come…

I wondered… If blank page’s could whisper their expectations, what would be whispered to the…

BLANK SPACES…

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I sit amongst many left empty-

Shelved;

Disregarded,

Until a purpose is targeted

A point of destiny leaking on to Me…

The scribbles of TRIUMPH and Tragedy,

a-

Story pouring out with laden emotions once buried;

But NOW..;

It’s as if a flame has taken over gripping fingers with pen in hand scribing future!

DREAMS & VISION…

Penmanship of Hope.

Finally I am in use!

My empty spaces are filled neatly between the assigned space in time…

These words begin to rhyme filling the darkness with flashes of inspiration.

A Page..,

I was empty waiting to be plucked from the mondain.

Wripped from uselessness-

Rescued from this blank emptiness…

I am full!

Read Me…

I am no longer Empty…

Think on these things 🤔 Value the Life which carries the Hope’s of those who came before…

I JUST THOUGHT…

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I just thought of the price that my Family in past paid…

Forced to labor in the fields, Kings and Queens..,

Their pain still felt in every Generation-

IT STINGS!

I just thought…

Sinking into the recesses of the mind to find a still small voice blowing, riding, gliding on the breeze…

I just thought..;

That after all this time we have shared we would have realized that every moment is a moment not to be spared,

But CHERISHED-

Defined by Gratitude soaked in thankfulness,

Engaged in Love…

I just thought-

Of the History of those who came before, only in these moments I know them more…

How can I not appreciate the sacrifice laid bare, Prostrate, given to this World we share…

WHAT A PRICE…

Paid for Me…

I just thought,

“How valuable I must be..?”

To Reach the accomplishment of your Dreams… To be able to share the realization of this Gift. Makes it easy to answer the question, ” Who do you dedicate, and Thank for always being there?” in ways no one else could understand, This is…

FOR YOU…

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I thirst to reach this destination-

A Heavanly residence which bent time to land in the reality of my Dreams

Catching breeze my Wings are uplifted to reaches where We exist-

Living in the Now…

Reaching, still, feeling closer with every passing moment.

In a moment a decision is made, changing everything grasping the Dream dangling-

Taking it in grip to give it, share it, gifting it to the one who believed in it.

Even when I depleted the strength to hold this vision in sight;

There was a strength in your spirit which demanded the creation of this…

Dream, made reality, gifted too…

These Melodies hold me in their bondage, till Pen and Pad release words once held prisoner…

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A Bonded Love

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Equaling this touch is only the rush taken in Blood driven boiling with urgency..,

Too touch a living Dream.

Vows spoken taken to heart buried in soul never letting go of the hold I have on this love true seeing it pass through the storm’s of life which rise’s only to test what God has pressed together…

No dividing what he has joined in a bond spoken with lips dripping with the intent to live every word of this-

Promise Sits on Consciousness holding every breath accountable to the energy given;

Souls living a Dream sharing one promise that no Man can seperate.

Still holding truer than Year-to-Date-

Statement…

It’s interesting to see what melodies bring to the surface screaming to have their expressions exposed…

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To the Surface…

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The Elements of Decision produces a blink of change seizedin moments ticking by passing those caught in the delusion a fatal illusion made to keep a freebird behind cages mental-

Pages held in prison until risen to the surface of the next page pouring out these feelings bleeding hope over disappointment Faith feeds this blaze unquenchable.

This Blaze,

Unquenchable….

Disappointment- “sadness or displeasure caused by the nonfulfillment of one’s hopes or expectations.”

ALIEN TOO DISAPPOINTMENT...

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Circling like Vultures looking to pick at a Dream…

Funny,

As I look down past them fastened tight in the seat of adventure,

Chasing a Dream with the intention to publish its apprehension.

Realizing the reality when I mention in mind reflecting on the Man I left behind;

Forced to grow, Up, beyond sight walking opened eye’d wide open scooping this new elevation…

Existing beyond Mondanish habits, every day rituals eclipsing far sight.

No longer feeling the guilt which littered remenissing moments reflected.

The Dream has molded this frame filling reality with many points of veiwing each day as a Success-

No longer disappointed in a missed opportunity, learning to grasp it tight, no matter how hard the fight;

Failure is an Alien to me when it’s only lessons I see…