


Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.





Dorris Keeven-Franke
December 28 at 9:10 PM
As a historian and writer in St. Charles County I was familiar with the story of the slave Archer Alexander, and his heroic deed during the Civil War. In 1863, the “uppish” slave had overheard a plot to destroy a Railroad bridge near his home. How many of us would be brave enough to run five miles in the dark to warn the Union troops – if we were a slave and knowing what would happen if we were caught?
In 1885, William Greenleaf Eliot, a Unitarian minister and founder of Washington University wrote Archer Alexander – From Slavery to Freedom – March 30, 1863 which was published in Boston by Cupples, Upham and Company, that shared the story of Archer. Eliot explains that this is what 75-year-old Archer shared with 69-year-old Eliot in his last days, five years earlier. Eliot says that he is writing this book for his family, who also want to see the story of Archer shared with everyone. Archer Alexander had been immortalized as the emancipated slave kneeling beneath Abraham Lincoln as his chains are broken, in the Emancipation Memorial, in Lincoln Park on Capitol Hill in Washington, D.C.
Then a descendant contacted me and asked if I knew “where Archer Alexander is buried?” I replied “maybe” thinking that the information was in Eliot’s book. Keith Winstead, who is a descendant of Archer and an excellent family historian, has been researching his family history for well over 30 years. He has also recently connected with his cousins, linked by DNA, the family of Mohammed Ali who are also descendants of Archer. He had been unable to locate Archer’s gravesite. Sometimes being familiar with the local history does help.
Jim Guenzel, a fellow research volunteer at Bellefontaine Cemetery and Arboretum and I theorized the possibilities, and looked closer at the Centenary Cemetery near the Clayton Courthouse, and scrutinized their records. Guenzel and I started searching every possible African American cemetery in St. Louis. We covered Washington Park, Greenwood, Father Dixon, and consulted with all the experts such as Friends of Greenwood’s Etta Daniels, with no success.
Then Guenzel said that he had a “hit” on Ancestry. I use the site but prefer original sources and must confess I didn’t follow up right away. I realized that it was Ancestry’s listing of the indexes made of the St. Louis area cemeteries INDEXED by the Genealogical Society. It took me to a church, that wasn’t near the Clayton Courthouse, or even one considered African American. I had also forgotten one of my own cardinal rules, when searching for those elusive relatives that seem to have just disappeared – look where their children are living or where their spouse was buried. I knew that Archer was a widower and had had a wife named Julia that had died the year before him.
Guenzel’s hit took me to the website of St. Peter’s United Church of Christ on Lucas and Hunt Road. The indexer had listed the burial of Olvehey Allexander on December 8, 1880. Knowing that Allexander and Alexander can easily be the same person, and that the death date is right, I began wondering, could this really be him?! Still skeptical, I searched further for other Alexanders and discovered his wife Julia had also been buried there on September 13, 1879, the year before. I am yet more determined than ever to see the original record. I visit the wonderful staff at the St. Peter’s U.C.C. Cemetery and kindly beg them to locate the musty old record book in their archives, explaining who Archer Alexander is.
Everyone is as ecstatic as me when the old handwriting reveals it to truly be our Archey! Buried in an early German Evangelical Church’s “common field” lot with absolutely no marker to reveal him for over 138 years! Unknowingly, the indexer had done their best, and only someone as “German” (aka stubborn) as I would say “show me” before being satisfied enough to really say “we found him!”. Thank YOU again for all the work you do indexing all those records!
P.S. I am doing a program on Archer on February 28, 2019 at the Maplewood Public library at 6:30 if you want to hear more about Archer! Feel free to share!
[[Outstanding research ! I searched in vain for the grave of Rev. John Berry Meacham in St. Louis' Bellefontaine Cemetery, where records say that it is, without success years ago. He moored his own ship in the middle of the Mississippi River (federal river) when Missouri outlawed black literacy in 1841 in which he taught black students legally away from harassment . One of Meacham's most successful scholars was James Milton Turner, who later established public education for blacks in Missouri after the Civil War. Meacham was a Baptist preacher who owned a barrel factory. He had bought his own freedom and he had bought other slaves to work in his barrel factory to buy their freedom from him and to acquire a valuable trade at the same time.]]
Edwin Lear to Real Black History Facts
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"December 28, 1829: Elizabeth Freeman (later in life known as Mum Bett), great great-grandmother to W.E.B. DU BOIS, died. Freeman's real age was never known, but an estimate on her tombstone puts her age at about 85. She was buried in the Sedgwick family plot in Stockbridge, Massachusetts.
Freeman was among the first black slaves in Massachusetts to file a "freedom suit" and win in court under the 1780 constitution, with a ruling that slavery was illegal. Her county court case, Brom and Bett v. Ashley, decided in August 1781, was cited as a precedent in the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court appeal review of Quock Walker's "freedom suit". When the state Supreme Court upheld Walker's freedom under the constitution, the ruling was considered to have informally ended slavery in the state.
"Any time, any time while I was a slave, if one minute's freedom had been offered to me, and I had been told I must die at the end of that minute, I would have taken it—just to stand one minute on God's airth a free woman— I would."—Elizabeth Freeman
LIFE & TRIAL:
Elizabeth Freeman was illiterate and left no written records of her life. Her early history has been pieced together from the writings of contemporaries to whom she told her story or who heard it indirectly, as well as from historical records.
Freeman was born into slavery about 1742 at the farm of Pieter Hogeboom in Claverack, New York, where she was given the name Bett. When his daughter Hannah married John Ashley of Sheffield, Massachusetts, Hogeboom gave Bett, then in her early teens, to them. She remained with them until 1781, during which time she married and had a child, Betsy. Her husband (name unknown, marriage unrecorded) never returned from service in the Revolutionary War.
Throughout her life, Bett exhibited a strong spirit and sense of self. She came into conflict with Hannah Ashley, who was raised in the strict Dutch culture of the New York colony. In 1780, Bett prevented Hannah from striking her daughter Betsy with a heated shovel, but Elizabeth shielded her daughter and received a deep wound in her arm. As the wound healed, Bett left it uncovered as evidence of her harsh treatment.
Catharine Maria Sedgwick quotes Elizabeth saying, "Madam never again laid her hand on Lizzy[sic]. I had a bad arm all winter, but Madam had the worst of it. I never covered the wound, and when people said to me, before Madam, "Betty, what ails your arm?" I only answered - 'ask missis!' Which was the slave and which was the real misses?"
John Ashley was a Yale-educated lawyer, wealthy landowner, businessman and leader in the community. His house was the site of many political discussions and the probable location of the signing of the Sheffield Resolves, which predated the Declaration of Independence.
Soon after the Revolutionary War, Freeman heard the constitution read at Sheffield and these words:
“ All men are born free and equal, and have certain natural, essential, and unalienable rights; among which may be reckoned the right of enjoying and defending their lives and liberties; that of acquiring, possessing, and protecting property; in fine, that of seeking and obtaining their safety and happiness." —Massachusetts Constitution, Article 1.
Bett sought the counsel of Theodore Sedgwick, a young abolition-minded lawyer, to help her sue for freedom in court. She told him, "I heard that paper read yesterday, that says, all men are created equal, and that every man has a right to freedom. I'm not a dumb critter; won't the law give me my freedom?" Sedgwick willingly accepted her case, as well as that of Brom, another of Ashley's slaves. He enlisted the aid of Tapping Reeve, the founder of America's first law school, located at Litchfield, Connecticut.
The case of Brom and Bett vs. Ashley was heard in August 1781 before the County Court of Common Pleas in Great Barrington. Sedgwick and Reeve asserted that the constitutional provision that "all men are born free and equal" effectively abolished slavery in the state. When the jury ruled in Bett's favor, she became the first African-American woman to be set free under the Massachusetts state constitution.
The jury found that "...Brom & Bett are not, nor were they at the time of the purchase of the original writ the legal Negro of the said John Ashley..." The court assessed damages of thirty shillings and awarded both plaintiffs compensation for their labor.
After the ruling, Bett took the names Elizabeth Freeman. Although Ashley asked her to return to his house and work for wages, she chose to work in her attorney Sedgwick's household. She worked for his family until 1808 as senior servant and governess to the Sedgwick children, who called her "Mum Bett". Also working at the Sedgwick household during much of this time was Agrippa Hull, a free black who had served for years during the Revolutionary War.
The Sedgwick children included Catharine Sedgwick, who became a well-known author and wrote an account of her governess' life. From the time Elizabeth Freeman gained her freedom, she became widely recognized and in demand for her skills as a healer, midwife and nurse. After the Sedgwick children were grown, Freeman and her daughter bought and moved into their own house in Stockbridge.
LEGACY:
The decision in the case of Elizabeth Freeman was cited as precedent when the State Supreme Judicial Court heard the appeal of Quock Walker v. Jennison. Walker's freedom was upheld. These cases set the legal precedents that ended slavery in Massachusetts. Vermont had already abolished it explicitly in its constitution."







https://edition.cnn.com/2015/03/09/africa/esther-okade-maths-genius/index.html?no-st=1545753901


WE ARE GODS WHO DON'T KNOW IT!
Reading the "Preface", written by abolitionist, William Lloyd Garrison, to NARRATIVE OF THE LIFE OF FREDERICK DOUGLASS, an AMERICAN SLAVE (1845, 1994), I have now acquired a better basis for understanding the epic fear that has afflicted by so many fully-armed, law enforcement white people who usually claim to be afraid of confronting or even speaking to unarmed black people, of any age or gender, size or economic class.This irrational "fear" had left me and had left us black people flummoxed, bewildered, confused; since, during slavery we lived in extremely close associations, from 1619-1865. But now, I do see the answer to its mystery.
First, Garrison lauded our enslaved people, when describing, when ascribing their spiritual essences to Douglass, who was then, yet and still, a runaway slave, to "godlike nature of its victims." In referring to our enslaved African forbears, as having a "godlike nature," Garrison was just echoing the sentiments of ancient sages like Homer, Diodorus Siculus, Herodotus, Plato, etc,, who had described ancient Africans of Kemet and Nubia similarly. Garrison also said in 1841 that the African slaves were "needing nothing but a comparatively small amount of cultivation to make him (and them and us) an ornament to society and a blessing to his race."
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But he did not stop there! William Lloyd Garrison, the foremost white abolitionist in the North, "LIBERATOR" publisher, President of the New England Abolition Society, continued, using the young fugitive, Frederick Douglass as the apostrophe, as our representative symbol of manhood:
"He has borne himself with gentleness and meekness, yet with true manliness of character . As a public speaker, he excels in pathos , wit, comparison , imitation, strength of reasoning, and fluency of language. There is in him that unity of head and heart which is indispensable to an enlightenment of the heads and winning of the hearts of others. May his strength continue to be equal to his day! May he continue to 'grow in grace and in the knowledge of God' that he might be increasingly serviceable in the cause of bleeding humanity, whether at home or abroad...Let the calumniators of the colored race despise themselves for their baseness and illiberality of spirit, and henceforth cease to talk of the natural inferiority of those who require nothing but time and opportunity to attain to the highest point of human excellence.
"It may, perhaps , be fairly questioned whether any other portion of the population of the earth could have endured the privations, sufferings and horrors of slavery, without having become more degraded in the scale of humanity than the slaves of African descent. Nothing has been left undone to cripple their intellects, darken their minds, debase their moral nature, obliterate all traces of their relationship to mankind and yet how wonderfully they have sustained the mighty load of a most frightful bondage under which they have been laboring for centuries!"
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Given these effusive praises of the character of our enslaved people, as embodied in Douglass and quite independent of his descent , it has now becomes crystal clear why repressive whites fear these "godlike" African American descendants: We/they are godlike! "We are gods" indeed as Psalms 82:6 has so boldly declared in even more ancient days pre-1841.
"Fear the wrath of God! Flee the wrath of God," the Bible says to such demonic persons, who have wronged, despised, tormented, unmercifully, these gods! blessedly divine people, who have, by grace and mercy, like Jonah, Daniel, Shadrach Meshak and Abednego, also have survived: the belly of the whale; thrived in the lion's den; and basked in the 400 year old fiery furnace of United States of America's cauldron, hell!https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Lloyd_Garrison









LINCOLN HIGH SCHOOL WAS A LABOR OF LOVE
One of my most savoring experiences was being a volunteer in education instructor at Lincoln High School KCMO, 1977-1978, when I was employed by the U.S, Dept. of Labor.
As a new Missouri lawyer, I had applied to teach at Lincoln, in a joint program with the KC Bar and the school district, when Dr. Charles Wheeler was Superintendent. Mrs. Katherine Smith was the teacher to whose room I was assigned. The students were bright, eager, attentive and disciplined. While we were supposed to talk about juvenile delinquency, I knew better then to bring that mess into my context. it was not me!
So, me being me, I brought in black history, spirituality, and upward mobility to these all-black students. Consequently, I brought in stock brokers, commodities dealers, real estate brokers, insurance agents, physicians. and others, after explaining to the class how these people interacted with their lives, and showing them, how they, too, come become such. The program lasted just one year. The students showered me with gifts in the end, and with a surprise classroom party.
A few years later, a young woman came to work in the United States Attorney's Office, in KC, where I then worked, as a clerk. I was delighted! she regaled in my tutelage at Lincoln. After that, a former male student, sent his sister to me with a worker's compensation case, when I was in private practice; that male student had become a railroad executive in France. Finally, a few years later, another of my students, a Senior V.P. with Charles Schwab & Co. retained me to represent him in his legal case. in KC, while he lived and worked in Florida.
At a concert in KC, a young man in a gas mask approached me, with marijuana smoke seeping from its seals. Turned out to be another of my students! "Mr. Coleman! Mr. Coleman!" he said, "I'll bet you didn't recognize me, did you?" No indeed! I conceded. I took this example to talk about drugs and chemistry, relative to obtaining "utilizable skills" in life, rather than being victimized by any public, scurrilous conduct. No names were mentioned. I later learned he had eared a degree in chemistry from a Missouri university. Praise God!
All of these wonderful experiences rewarded me for my work, as a volunteer- educator. All rewards are not immediate; nor cash. Feelings of love, joy, communion, hope are rewarding !

