This will be a week for storytelling.
I experienced powerful storytelling this week, and I want to share it.
Recently when I wrote about the quilt I’m creating based on an image of my mom when she was young, standing next to her dad, and the incorporation of my Grandfather’s family home into the work, I was touched and overwhelmed at readers’ responses. Artists (and thoughtful people, generally) understand the importance of personal reflection and stories. I received some very meaningful insights.
Stories outside of ourselves are important, too. Here’s one I experienced this week in my hometown.
Standing with dozens people under a tree near Rich Avenue in downtown DeLand, a man shared something he had been doing for years. Living near that space, he walks by it regularly on his way downtown. As he nears the tree, he stops, whispering, “Lee Bailey.”
On his way home, he stops again near the tree and whispers it again, “Lee Bailey.”
This man, and most of the folks gathered, have worked for several years with the Equal Justice Initiative, the organizers of the National Memorial for Peace and Justice in Montgomery, Alabama. The goal of this local group has been to install historical markers in Volusia, my hometown county, remembering the four documented cases of lynching between 1865 and 1950. (6500 documented lynching deaths nationwide, mostly in the south.)
Right there, on that ground where we stood, one hundred thirty four years ago on September 27, 1891 a mob of some 100 angry white people pulled Lee Bailey (who had been accused of “assault” by the white wife of his employer), out of the jail and took him to a tree on Rich Avenue and tortured and hanged him then shot his body at least thirty times. These events were corroborated and reported in several newspapers at the time.
Now, on that spot, a historical marker records the event, with information about the decades of racial violence and terror that occurred in the US, including those further outside the edges of my hometown.
Why do this?
Another wonderful storyteller in the group, a beautiful and wise matriarch of the black community, explained it simply. When we remember, unafraid to look at the reality of past events, we can begin to heal. Black people are damaged by carrying secrets. White people are damaged by carrying secrets.
Speaking with as much love and insight as I have ever heard, she stated that we’re not here to dump guilt on ourselves. If one of our grand-daddies did evil, that does not mean that we are also evil. But we can face that it happened. And vow now to be different.
Here are the markers that are now in my hometown. I like to believe that knowledge of our past will become more widely known.
One side of the plaque tells the story of Lee Bailey’s murder
The second side of the plaque provides a broader historical context
I like to believe we have done one small thing for a man who did not deserve mob vengeance without having a fair trial, who did not deserve a terrible, gruesome death.
I like to believe that when my friend walks home from downtown in the evenings now, as he pauses by this tree, he might hear a word from Lee Bailey. “Thank You.”
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For all the artmakers: Happy creating
For all the art lovers: Happy appreciating
Thank you for reading. I always enjoy questions and comments.
--Bobbi
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