The more Charleston profited financially from tragedy tourism as folks played in the blood of our families members and friends, it got worse. As people ignored the on-going pain of the family members that lived and had to see the world make the site of this assassination and massacre a place to simply pour money into while the families were still seeking to have folks pour love and upliftment into them, it got worse. Each year that people do not realize that Pastor Pinckney was a leader for land rights for Gullah/Geechee people and that is no doubt why he was targeted to be assassinated, it gets worse.
The marks on the backs of Gullah/Geechee being thrown to the ground and kicked in the backs and whipped across their shoulders came to mind. I could see some running to try to get away from this brutality while they yet called out to GOD for protection. I could see them running from the injustice of this moment brought upon them simply because someone else did not want them to speak up. Someone else didn’t think their lives were worth enough for them to have the freedom to praise, worship, to gather, to speak, or to live. So, they were brutalized and slaughtered in the street. Denmark Vesey and Gullah Jack were hung in the street. The collective consciousness brings this image vividly to mind just as vividly as folks tied to the whipping tree in the middle of Charleston comes to mind and I can see and feel the pain as African folks are struck in the back…