It was about 1857 or so. She was a trade with the white-man, tobacco plantation owner; she was Indian; she had long, black, straight hair and tan skin; her eyes were dark. Her beauty was spoken of.
But there was more than one of the plantation owners. There were two other sons and some daughters. This tobacco plantation was not just owned by some anonymous wealthy confederate; they had been there for generations; this plantation owner was among the country’s original forefathers via King James; and part of history.
But the one who made the trade made her instead her concubine ….and the child that came about
seemed not to like the line his blood came from on the male side because any rights they had was lost when the man died a confederate general on the battlefield ….that boy decided to never embrace that side of his dna and aligned himself with those he identified with; freed slaves
He found a unity in the church and a brotherhood he needed. Not realizing he was continuing the pattern of our dna
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