“the second somebody dies, somebody else is born…” (Aceyalone)
It’s been a couple of days since i last posted, not because there was nothing to post (because we all know, history is made everyday) but as a time to personally reflect and prepare to make some history of my own (more on that later, stay tuned).
In my absence, i missed my chance to timely muse on the birth, life, and legacy of some great, influential, (and sometimes powerful) people such as Sidney Poitier, Nancy Wilson, Malcolm X, Nina Simone, Eva Jessye, John Lewis, Barbara Jordan, and many more, including my niece, Casey Smith (the future first female African-American president of the United States. Well, that’s her dream. you go, Casey!) Onward…
On this day in (black) history, the “Bronze Muse” laid her head down for an eternal rest (and she deserved it). Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (September 24, 1825-February 22, 1911) was an African-American writer, lecturer, and political activist, who promoted abolition, civil rights, women’s rights, and temperance.
Harper helped found or held high office in several national progressive organizations. She is best remembered today for her poetry and fiction, which preached moral uplift and counseled the oppressed how to free themselves from their demoralized condition.
i am personally enamored by this beautiful hummingbird because In 1859, Watkins’s tale “The Two Offers” appeared in the Anglo-African, and was the first short story to be published by an African-American (who, at the time were forbidden to read and write).
Also on this day, circa 1938, the legacy was reborn in the form of poet/author, Ishmael Reed.
the second somebody dies, somebody else is born…
tune in tomorrow for the lesson of the day