A Cruel Joke?

I went to public school, k-12 in the city of Alexandria. It took me years to figure out if Stonewall Jackson was for or against  people like me. I was black and I was going to an elementary school named in honor of confederate general Stonewall Jackson. 

I was a descendant of enslaved Africans, going to Stonewall Jackson's school 🤔

That was inconceivable!!! 


Was this a cruel joke or was I just too dull to understand who the bad guys in history were? My innocent, malleable brain could not figure it out .



The truth is, it was not a joke but indeed it was cruel.  It was the cruelty of a system and people not willing to make repairs or repent for centuries of crimes against humanity. 

Crimes like bringing Africans to work in a land that plantation and business owners should have worked themselves and paid other whites to work.  The system of slavery was not only a crime against Africans but it was also a crime against white Americans. It kept many white Americans in extreme poverty.

More to come on these thoughts... 

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