Sunday, December 25, 2016

The Devil's Punchbowl






The Devil’s Punchbowl

There is a place in Natchez, Mississippi, where the restless souls of a people cry out for justice. An injustice that many free slaves were inflicted by, simply for the color of their skin. One of the many facts of American History kept hidden from the annals of time is the story of “The Devil’s Punchbowl.”




With the passing of the emancipation proclamation many slaves were free to venture wherever they pleased, with a new found hope and dreams of a life free of servitude they ventured to new territories hoping to find a new home, one such place was Natchez, Mississippi. During the civil war the influx of slaves took the population in Natchez from 10,000 to 120,000 and the authorities decided to set up walled-off concentration camps forcing thousands of freed slaves, men, women and children into these camps known as “The Devil’s Punchbowl.”

The Union soldiers forced the men into hard labor while the women and children were left to die from starvation. They begged to be released, even promising to return to their plantation, but the union army refused.
The deteriorating conditions they lived in brought on various diseases, including smallpox. Up to 20,000 of the free slaves died in a span of a year. The union army did not allow them to remove the bodies; they were given shovels and told to “bury them where they drop.”


 

Today the terrain is overgrown with foliage, plants and trees. It is also populated with alligators and snakes. It is impossible to navigate through the thick terrain because it is located in a cavern. The bodies were never recovered and to this day the local residence talk about the wild peach groves that grow there but no one will eat the peaches because they had been fertilized by the remains of the freed slaves.

Our UnSung Stories




Our UnSung Stories




The knowledge of a people's history impacts the growth, pride and cultural understanding of their place in a civilized society, without it the people are like a tree torn asunder and deprived of the nutritional value of its roots. This is the state of the descendants of slaves, a people devalued, plundered and robbed of their very essence of spirituality. Without the knowledge of an origin, spiritual foundation and true identity, how can a people determine their past, present or destiny?

Our connection to our history has been rationed out, watered down and strategically sifted through to keep us patronized and blind to the true facts of our magnificent and rich heritage. 


This blog is dedicated to restoring the omitted stories that were lost in history. Some you may be familiar with, some you may not.

The stories that will be provided here is a catalyst to begin to open up a dialogue and to share with your family, friends and especially the children so they will know they were not just slaves, but a people with a past worthy of celebration. I pray that you do not stop here but continue to seek the knowledge of our past, so you will be empowered to not allow society to dictate your worth, your spirituality and your sense of pride. There is power in the knowledge of self and it is our responsibility as a people to search for the truth and share it so there is not another man, woman or child among us succumbing to the negative lies and stereotypes that has been indoctrinated into us for centuries.


It is my hope if we are armed with the knowledge of our hidden and forgotten history we may find healing and an awakening that will motivate and encourage us to take pride in who we are and love each other as The Most High commanded us to do.



~Shalom~






 The Valley of the Dry Bones


Ezekiel 37:11
Then He said to me, “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They indeed say, ‘Our bones are dry, our hope is lost, and we ourselves are cut off.