Mãe preta, 1912 by Peregrina Cultural on Flickr.
this picture makes me so sad :(
this picture makes me angry
A Black Woman Speaks of White Womanhood, White Supremacy and Peace
Excerpt by Beah Richards
It is right that I a woman black
Should speak of white womanhood
My husbands, my fathers, my brothers,
My sons died for it
They said, the white supremacists said
That you were better than me
That your fair brow shall never know
The sweat of slavery
They lied, white womanhood too
Is enslaved, the difference is degree
They brought me here in chains
They brought you here willing slaves to man
You bore him sons …
I bore him sons …
No, not willingly
He purchased you
He raped me
You were afraid to nurse your young
Less fallen breasts offend you master’s sight
And he should flee to firmer love letters
And so …
You passed them … your children
On to me …
Flesh that was your flesh
Blood that was your blood
Drank the sustenance of life, from me
And as I gave suck
I knew I nursed my own child’s enemy
I could have lied …
Told you your child was fed
Until it was dead of hunger
But I could not find the heart
To kill orphaned innocence
For as it fed, it smiled
And burped and gurgled with content
And as for color …
Knew no difference
Yes, in that first while
I kept your sons and daughters alive
But when they grew strong
In blood and bone that was of my milk
You taught them to hate me
You gave then the words mammy … and nigger
So that strength that was of myself
Turned and spat upon me
Despoiled my daughters
And killed my sons!!!
some things are just too hard to forgive…


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Josephine Bakhita (c. 1869 – 8 February 1947) was a Sudanese-born former slave who became a Roman Catholic Canossian nun in Italy. She was declared a saint by the Roman Catholic Church.
She was born about 1869 in the western Sudanese region of Darfur. She belonged to the prestigious Daju people. She was surrounded by a loving family; as she says in her autobiography: “I lived a very happy and carefree life, without knowing what suffering was”.
Sometime between the age of seven to nine, she was kidnapped by Arab slave traders, who already had kidnapped her elder sister two years earlier. She was cruelly forced to walk about 960 kilometers (600 mi) to El Obeid on her bare feet . It is said that the trauma of her abduction caused her to forget her own name; she took one given to her by the slavers, bakhita. She was also forcibly converted to Islam […] Read more
On 7 December 1893 she entered the novitiate of the Canossian Sisters and on 8 December 1896 she took her vows, welcomed by the future Pope Pius X. In 1902 she was assigned to the Canossian convent at Schio, in the northern Italian province of Vicenza, where she spent the rest of her life. A strong missionary drive animated her throughout her entire life - “her mind was always on God, and her heart in Africa”.
Her last years were marked by pain and sickness. She used a wheelchair, but she retained her cheerfulness.
Bakhita died on 8 February 1947. For three days her body lay on display while thousands of people arrived to pay their respects.
A young student once asked Bakhita: “What would you do, if you were to meet your captors?” Without hesitation she responded: “If I were to meet those who kidnapped me, and even those who tortured me, I would kneel and kiss their hands. For, if these things had not happened, I would not have been a Christian and a religious today”.
On 1 December 1978, Pope John Paul II declared Josephine Venerabilis, the first step towards canonization. On 17 May 1992, she was declared Blessed and given February 8 as her feast day. On 1 October 2000, she was canonized and became Saint Josephine Bakhita. She is venerated as a modern African saint, and as a statement against the brutal history of slavery. She has been adopted as the only patron saint of Sudan.
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I guess I don’t have what it takes to be a saint…](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx1298sMvJ1r4uaujo1_400.jpg)

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