Today I take the time to reflect and give thanks. In a world constantly focused on Covid and politics, it’s easy to not pay attention to the blessings that we have had or currently receiving. So I take the day to slow down and focus on all the good in my life. I’m surrounded by family and friends that love me for me, those same family and friends are healthy, plans to move forward with my writing and business are coming along nicely, and most importantly I’ve been blessed to see another day that could’ve easily been taken from me. So for all that I am grateful. I encourage everyone to take a moment out of the day and soak in the moment, reflect, and give thanks for your blessings.
Silence filled the night as the young girl sat near the lake.
“What you doing out here,” a whispering voice touched her ears.
“Who said that,” she called out while standing.
“Dangerous place for a lonely girl,” the voice said again.
“Who’s there,” her heart sped up with fear.
Backing up preparing to run, the girl saw something that made her want to pass out. A glowing figure began coming out of the water. It was a African American girl about the same age as her wearing old tattered clothing. Her eyes held a hint of sadness and a lot of anger
“Where are you going girl,” her voice got stronger.
She turned to run, but a force stopped her.
“Going so soon,” the spirit taunted her.
Tears flowed down the girls eyes as she pleaded, “Please.”
With the snap of a finger, the spirit had the girl sitting back at the edge of the water with her.
“Relax girl, I won’t hurt you right now.”
“What do you want,” the frightened girl asked.
“What is your name,” the spirit asked back.
“Nechole,” the girl answered.
“Well Nechole, I am Polly. Named after my mother,” she said with pride.
“Are you going to hurt me, Polly,” Nechole’s voice shook.
“You intrigue me,” Polly looked closely at her, “Why would you be here alone despite the history of this place.”
“Lake Lanier,” Nechole was confused.
“You people must do better with learning history,” Polly scoffed, “Have you never heard of Oscarville?”
Polly waved her hand out towards the water and an image of a city appeared. In it you could see people running for their lives, buildings on fire, and so much death before water rushed through the town and the image sank back into the water. When she looked at Nechole there was tears running down her face.
“Was that real,” Nechole finally spoke.
Polly shook her head while sighing. It had been awhile since she told the story to anyone. Many were not worthy, but it was something that stopped her from letting happen to Nechole what happened to the others.
“It was very much real. Those that didn’t make it out safely, were killed all because people felt we didn’t belong in a town we created. Then they lived in the town like nothing happened before flooding it further disrespecting our bodies.”
Nechole sat there taking in all that was told to her. Not only was she talking to a ghost, but receiving a history lesson as well.
“Is that why there’s so much death here,” Nechole’s voice rose like she had just uncovered and major secret.
“Over 600,” Polly stood, You should go now.”
“What’s wrong,” Nechole was scared again.
“The others will be waking soon and they won’t be as nice as me.”
Nechole backed up from the shore and moved quickly towards land. Looking out at the water she saw other glowing figures begin to rise out of the water lighting up the night and watching her. What appeared to be the leader, held up his hand and made her stop in her tracks.
He then looked at Polly,” You told her our story?”
“Yes Father,” she moved closer to him.
“She has good energy. She is the one to tell the story.”
The father looked back at Nechole. In the blink of an eye he stood in front of her. He circle her with glowing eyes studying her before stopping back in front of her.
“My daughter is a fine judge of character. You radiate purity. Will you tell our story?”
“Is that what you want,” Nechole’s voice shook.
“Will the killing stop,” she inquired.
“We do not wish to kill,” he told her, “but with our sacrifice the descendants of others must pay the price as well.
“You take our people as well,” she stressed.
“They did not heed the warning,” he shrugged, “we were not welcome here then and we do not need to enjoy the creation that came from our deaths. Go back to your people, tell our story, and make sure the world knows what awaits them should they not heed the warning.”
With that he was back at the shore with the rest and they all disappeared except Polly. She lingered a second longer.
“It was nice to meet you Nechole, “ she waved.
“Interesting, but nice Polly.” Nechole waved to her.
“Tell our story and don’t come back.” She warned with a smile before disappearing.
Note: Oscarville, Ga was one of the city’s located in Forsyth County that experience what many have referred to as a racial cleansing. 1,100 African Americans were chased out of the town making it an all white town. Many tactics were used such as burning buildings, lynching, and more. In two separate occasions, a black man and two teenagers were hung in retaliation to the rape of one white woman and the murder and rape of another in 1912. Towns like Oscarville and others were then flooded to create Lake Lanier which took 5 years to fill up.
Elijah McClain was a 23 year old massage therapist. Everything I have read about him screams gentle. On his lunch break he would play the violin for the kittens in the pet shop next door. He ran in barefoot running shoes because he felt it was more natural. Many of the runners I’ve spoken with in the past have voiced similar things. He was anemic and could be found even in the summer time wear layers of clothes and a runners mask due to being cold. That I can also find true because I have a son that’s anemic. He taught himself how to play the guitar and violin. HE TAUGHT HIMSELF! So what could he have done that would’ve been so wrong to cause him death?
Summary of what I’ve read about his death…
Police received a call about a person acting suspicious flailing their arms and wearing a ski mask. The caller also reported that he didn’t appear to be a threat and did seem to have a weapon. So basically an unnecessary welfare check? How did that in turn lead to his death?
When officers arrived, orders to stop were not responded to. Why was that? Because he was wearing headphones! He couldn’t possibly comply if he did not hear the orders. Once he did notice and proceeded to turn down his music to hear, it was too late. The feeling of “disrespect” had already been planted. Now a need for authority had to be shown.
For 15 MINUTES the officers had him in a hold that applied pressure to his carotid artery. For 15 MINUTES he begged, pleaded, and even complimented the officers. All to no avail. They still applied pressure to the point he began to vomit. Then EMT’s gave him a shot of ketamine (sedative) because he was determined to be “agitated”. Who wouldn’t be? Then to make matters worse, the dose he was given was for a 220 LB. man. Elijah weighed 140 lbs. This lead to him going into cardiac arrest not once, but twice before later being declared brain dead.
I am sadden, I am heartbroken, and I have shed tears for this young man that did not deserve what has happened to him. I’ve seen pictures and watched the video where he was filled with happiness while indeed wearing layers of clothing as friends and family described. I also can’t help but to wonder again, how many others we still have not heard about. Especially when Elijahs life was taken almost a year ago and we are just now hearing about it. WE NEED JUSTICE FOR ELIJAH NOW!
I’ve always thought that I did well with self care. This past week helped me realize that I didn’t. Over the process of dealing with everyday life, I stopped meditating, stopped listening to my relaxing music, stopped my yoga journey, and just completely forgot about myself. So, as I stated in a previous post, all of this over time has led to high blood pressure, anxiety, lack of energy, and although I post a lot; a struggle with writing. Not to mention everything going on in the world with my brothers and sisters is heartbreaking .
I battle with myself about what things I should blog about. I know that if I tackle certain topics right now my anger may overshadow my writing. I don’t want to disrupt the message. In some ways I feel as if I’m giving in to certain people by not releasing my anger. Sometimes that’s needed to be seen, but in order to do that I also need balance. This is where self care comes in. It helps me to clear my mind.
With that being said, I’m taking a self care week. A week to get back to me. I’m hoping by the end of the week I’ll be able to get back in the saddle and be ready to unleash a number of topics on the world in an unfiltered way that I like. I also want to release more creative writing through the form of poems, short stories, and whatever else pops up in this crazy mind of mine.
In my quest for relaxation I have a number of things planned:
1. SLEEP (I have crazy insomnia)
3. Work in my garden. Y’all my garden is still struggling. So much for having a garden like my grandmother’s lol.
4. Spend time with my children.
5. Have a date night with my husband. Pray for me. There is a certain princess that feels she must be included when it comes to her father <inserts eye roll>.
6. Catch up on some reading.
As with everything, plans are subject to change. If that happens then so be it, but I’m going in with a plan. Wish me luck!