ChickenBones: A Journal

for Literary & Artistic African-American Themes



Hardly, anyone knew and certainly none in our little village had running water

and an indoor toilets, neither did the school, which was heated by a cast iron stove

that burned coal and sat in a sandbox in the middle of the floor.



 50 Years of Progress Since Brown

in the Southern Virginia Rural Town of My Youth

By Rudolph Lewis


May 17, 1954 (the Brown Case decision) signaled no special hope in my family history. Married in 1926, Daddy then (48) and Mama (42) had been sharecroppers for two decades for the Creath family. In 1948, year of my birth, they purchased ten acres ($100 a acre) from Jerusalem Church. Like pioneers, they cleared the trees and the brush (with crosscut saw, ax, grubbing hoe, mule and wagon), dug a well Mama pulling up the clay and mud. Then Daddy built his wife a house, four rooms on the first level and a livable upstairs.

That house burned down in 1954. We, the four of us, then lived in a one-room cinderblock building that Daddy had built for a store and a juke joint. We waited impatiently for Daddy to gather the resources to complete the new eight-room house with a livable upstairs. I was five and my sister (aunt) Annie was fourteen. That fall I began first grade at Creath, No. 5, a two-room school for colored children, grades 1 through 7.  Annie in the 10th grade attended Waverly Training School (for the colored) by bus, forty miles away at the other end of Sussex County.

At five years old in May 1954 I knew nothing of race, and the Supreme Court decision was not a pertinent topic of discussion in our household. Mama and Daddy were not readers of the Richmond Times-Dispatch newspapers and we wouldn’t get a television until August of 1958. Mama left Creath in her third year and Daddy boasted he only attended one day.

Both however could read and write, probably at about a sixth grade level. Daddy was a biblical authority. Mama was then working as a cook at Jarratt Motel (since 1948), kept a garden, canned food and helped Daddy farm the land in back of the house. He also worked at John Smith’s sawmill, did odd jobs, and built houses when the opportunity presented itself. He was a Jack-of-all-Trades. There was nothing he didn’t know and couldn’t do. At least, that was my estimation of him, then.

We lived about four miles off Route 301, then the thoroughfare, north and south, on a dirt road in the midst of woods, swamps, and small fields. Where the road ended was our home and Jerusalem Baptist Church (founded 1870) and its new cemetery (founded 1948), at the intersection of another dirt road that led to another section of 301, about three and half miles away.

So visually the area was in a V-shape, more precisely, a Y-shape, for if you turned right, the Jerusalem Church Road would take you through more woods across railroad tracks to Gray, a train stop and a granary. As students, we turned left for Creath, a white clapboard school partially founded about 1910 by the leaders of Jerusalem. Land for the school was donated by Luther Creath, a large white landowner in the area.

September 1954, I began Creath. It had one teacher Miss Margaret Trisvan, who would later teach me French and history in high school. She taught all seven grades. To get to Creath was a two-mile walk from Jerusalem, crossing Sansee Swamp. Some students like the Stiths and the Massenbergs, who lived on the other side of 301, walked about five miles to Creath. Though Creath had two rooms, we only used one-room. We were then only about fifty students in seven grades.

Hardly, anyone knew and certainly none in our little village had running water and an indoor toilets, neither did the school, which was heated by a cast iron stove that burned coal and sat in a sandbox in the middle of the floor with a long extended tin pipe that ran across the room to a chimney. In winter, the older students were responsible for making the fire and we all joined in in cleaning the floors with motor oil in order to keep down the dust. Out back and down the hill at opposite ends of a make-shift baseball field near the woods were the two outhouses, for boys and girls. We knew nothing of basketball then, a sport made popular by television.

Of course, we lived quite isolated lives then, the church the center of social and religious life. None had a telephone, though we had electricity and a radio. Yet there were still those then who used kerosene lamps. I rarely had any contact with whites, unless Daddy drove his truck up to Jarratt Town or to Emporia. But for me, such trips were infrequent. Petersburg was thirty-five miles away and Richmond, fifty-five – then that was a major trip, almost like being 400 miles away. So I had no personal contacts with whites until I was about twenty years old, though I had my first white teachers (including Thomas Cripps) at Morgan State College in the late 60s.

I first began to notice whites as different and special in our walk back home from Creath. White elementary students rode the bus and we walked. The older Creath students schooled us younger ones to get way off the road when the yellow bus came rumbling by. The students on the bus would toss missiles out the window and yell all kind of profanities. But that was only a momentary static, like waiting for a poisonous snake to cross the road.

Unlike Prince Edward, Sussex County did not close its schools in response to the Supreme Court order to desegregate with “all deliberate speed.” The County accommodated the Negroes. That manifested itself in the County building a new high school in 1959 for its Negro citizens. Generations before mine had to travel to the other end of the county for high school instruction. So after I finished Creath’s seventh grade, I traveled only twenty miles to Central High, the most modern high school building in the county.

Up in Jarratt, four miles away, there was a high school for whites only. As a child, I don’t recall anyone complaining about this situation. The new high school provided jobs for many women who were members of Jerusalem. The school needed cooks, janitors, as well as bus drivers. Women who only had opportunities to work in the hot fields for, at most, six dollars a day, could make at least $40 a week nine months of the year.

When I graduated in 1965, Central High was still an all-black school. Of the two hundred eight-graders that began in 1960, only about 85 graduated on time. Some joined the military and went to Vietnam, and if they survived returned to Sussex and often married their high school sweethearts. Many joined those who obtained jobs at Johns Mansville (a wood processing plant) in Jarratt or at chemical plants in Hopewell. A few like me left Sussex for the North – Washington, D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Jersey, or New York – seeking a broader range of opportunities.

Central High “integrated” probably in the early 1970s. Private white schools developed, so only a few working class white students attended and, of course, the staff became integrated. All the one and two room clapboard schools, like Creath, were torn down or turned into houses like Rivers Mill, and centralized modern elementary schools were built. They too created employment for local blacks. Many believe the school instruction deteriorated once “integration” was established. 

Though Sussex County overwhelmingly has a black majority (since the mid-19th century), the county continues to be ruled by a white minority of large landholders or businessmen. Big machinery and chemicals have eliminated the need for massive numbers of black field hands. The mules of my youth have disappeared. The County still provides few opportunities for its graduates so the county continues to maintain a population of about 15,000.

With the addition of a new prison within the last ten years and the need for a staff of guards, janitors, and cooks, the population of Jarratt has begun to move toward a 1,000 with an influx from North Carolina of blacks and Hispanics. The new state prison made it possible for the town to develop public utilities, sewage and running water. Thus a housing project has sprung up and the building of homes has increased. 

Jarratt has become primarily a bedroom community, with whites moving into what had been all-black areas, and blacks having to go outside the town and the county to obtain high-paying employment. Though majority black, Jarratt has a white mayor, a Owen, a descendant of one of the large white landowners on whose farm my family worked before and while I was a kid. 

Of course, with Interstate 95, a superhighway (65 mph) and the new inexpensive technologies of telephones, VCRs, satellite dishes, computers, Jarratt has connected itself integrally to the vices of the large cities.  Those who left forty or fifty years ago for the big cities and decent wages have returned in their retirement to build homes and live out their final days. In general the population is getting older as families become smaller and smaller.

As elsewhere, Jarratt suffers from low wages, increasing crime, and drug addiction. In the town of my youth, fifty-years of progress have not change the basic power relationships, significantly.

posted May 2004

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The Education of Black Folks in the South: 1860-1935

Cornel West: An Editorial   Pass the Mic   Kam Williams Interviews Cornel West  Responses to Pass the Mic 

The Tavis Smiley Presidential Forum   The State of the Black Union 2009  Smiley vs. Sharpton 


The Obama Deception: Why Cornel West Went Ballistic (Chris Hedges)  /  Cornel West v  Obama (Melissa Harris-Perry )

Dr. Cornel West and Carl Dix Interview: On Obama  /  Cornel West: Obama is for big business

Michael Eric Dyson vs President Obama  / Cornel West and the fight against injustice

Cornel West Calls Out Barack Obama  / Cornel West “Barack Obama Is the Black Mascot

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Marketing Ghana as a Mecca for the African-American Tourist—The Afro-American tourist market constitutes an important niche market. At the moment, the U.S.A is Ghana’s second highest tourist generating market with the U.K being the first. In 2003, some 27,000 tourists arrived in Ghana from the Americas. Approximately 10,000 were African-Americans. Also, about a thousand are living and working in Accra. The African-American tourist market is Ghana’s niche market because it has the greatest growth potential in terms of arrivals and receipts. This is because the African-American tourist of today is more interested in exploring his/her cultural and historical heritage; the very products that Ghana offers. Also, they have a $300 billion spending power and spend 98% of their household income. The total income of this segment of the American population is the largest of all the ethnic groups at $485 and projected to reach $1.01 trillion by 2010. In a 2000 Gallup poll commissioned by the National Summit on Africa, 73% of African-Americans were interested in learning more about Africa.—


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Strange Fruit Lynching Report / Anniversary of a Lynching

  Willie McGhee Lynching  / My Grandfather’s Execution

Dr. Robert Lee Interview / African American dentist in Ghana

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Bob Marley— Exodus

Bob Marley was a Jamaican singer-songwriter and musician. He was the lead singer, songwriter and guitarist for the ska, rocksteady and reggae bands The Wailers (19641974) and Bob Marley & the Wailers (19741981). Marley remains the most widely known and revered performer of reggae music, and is credited for helping spread both Jamaican music and the Rastafari movement (of which he was a committed member), to a worldwide audience.



Exodus: movement of jah people! oh-oh-oh, yea-eah! Men and people will fight ya down (tell me why!) When ya see jah light. (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!) Let me tell you if youre not wrong; (then, why? ) Everything is all right. So we gonna walk – all right! – through de roads of creation: We the generation (tell me why!) (trod through great tribulation) trod through great tribulation. Exodus, all right! movement of jah people! Oh, yeah! o-oo, yeah! all right! Exodus: movement of jah people! oh, yeah! Yeah-yeah-yeah, well! Uh! open your eyes and look within: Are you satisfied (with the life youre living)? uh! We know where were going, uh! We know where were from. Were leaving babylon, Were going to our father land. 2, 3, 4: exodus: movement of jah people! oh, yeah! (movement of jah people!) send us another brother moses! (movement of jah people!) from across the red sea! (movement of jah people!) send us another brother moses! (movement of jah people!) from across the red sea! Movement of jah people! Exodus, all right! oo-oo-ooh! oo-ooh! Movement of jah people! oh, yeah! Exodus! Exodus! all right! Exodus! now, now, now, now! Exodus! Exodus! oh, yea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eah! Exodus! Exodus! all right! Exodus! uh-uh-uh-uh! Move! move! move! move! move! move! Open your eyes and look within: Are you satisfied with the life youre living? We know where were going; We know where were from. Were leaving babylon, yall! Were going to our fathers land. Exodus, all right! movement of jah people! Exodus: movement of jah people! Movement of jah people! Movement of jah people! Movement of jah people! Movement of jah people! Move! move! move! move! move! move! move! Jah come to break downpression, Rule equality, Wipe away transgression, Set the captives free. Exodus, all right, all right! Movement of jah people! oh, yeah! Exodus: movement of jah people! oh, now, now, now, now! Movement of jah people! Movement of jah people! Movement of jah people! Movement of jah people! Movement of jah people! Movement of jah people! Move! move! move! move! move! move! uh-uh-uh-uh! Move(ment of jah people)! Move(ment of jah people)! Move(ment of jah people)! Move(ment of jah people)! movement of jah people! Move(ment of jah people)! Move(ment of jah people)! Movement of jah people! Movement of jah people! Movement of jah people!


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 Relations Between Africans and African Americans: Misconceptions, Myths and Realities

By  Godfrey Mwakikagile

 (Grand Rapids, Michigan: National Academic Press, 2005) 302 pages

Chapter Four: The Attitude of Africans Towards African Americans

Chapter Six: Misconceptions About Each Other


The Joseph Project: Ghana Reaches Out to the Diaspora / Gateway to West Africa ? by Stacey Barney

Should the African Diaspora have free-visa access to Africa?

For African-Americans in Ghana, the Grass Isn’t Always Greener

African-American Association of Ghana Condemn WSJ

 Marketing Ghana As A Mecca For The African-American Tourist

A Rejoinder to The WSJ Article “Tangled Roots”  /  Presidents Clinton and Jerry Rawlings February 24, 1999

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Chiefs in Cape Coast, Ghana  /  Grand Durbar Parade

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Dentist Dr. Robert Lee

Championed African-American Community in Ghana

In the mid-1950s, Dr. Robert Lee, a dentist from South Carolina, moved to Ghana to escape racism in the south. Over the next half century, Lee became a fixture in the African-American community in the West African country. Dr. Lee died on Monday, July 5th at the age of 90. But few here in his home state, or in the States at all, knew of his work. But in Ghana, he made a name for himself. Dr. Robert Lee, trained as a dentist, moved to Accra in the mid-1950s. Over the past half century, Lee became a fixture in the black American ex-patriot community in Ghana. NPR

Host Michel Martin talks to NPR West African correspondent Ofeibea Quist-Arcton about his life and legacy. Dr. Robert Lee NPR Interview

Dr. Robert Lee (right) in 2009 with Kwame Zulu Shabazz

Dentist Championed African-American Community In Ghana

Dr Robert Lee passes on


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Basil Davidson’s  “Africa Series”

 Different But Equal  /  Mastering A Continent  /  Caravans of Gold  / The King and the City / The Bible and The Gun

West Africa Before the Colonial Era: A History to 1850

By Basil Davidson

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Karma’s Footsteps

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The Persistence of the Color Line

Racial Politics and the Obama Presidency

By Randall Kennedy

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The finest chapter in The Persistence of the Color Line is so resonant, and so personal, it could nearly be the basis for a book of its own. That chapter is titled “Reverend Wright and My Father: Reflections on Blacks and Patriotism.”  Recalling some of the criticisms of America’s past made by Mr. Obama’s former pastor, Mr. Kennedy writes with feeling about his own father, who put each of his three of his children through Princeton but who “never forgave American society for its racist mistreatment of him and those whom he most loved.” 

His father distrusted the police, who had frequently called him “boy,” and rejected patriotism. Mr. Kennedy’s father “relished Muhammad Ali’s quip that the Vietcong had never called him ‘nigger.’ ” The author places his father, and Mr. Wright, in sympathetic historical light.

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Salvage the Bones

A Novel by Jesmyn Ward

On one level, Salvage the Bones is a simple story about a poor black family that’s about to be trashed by one of the most deadly hurricanes in U.S. history. What makes the novel so powerful, though, is the way Ward winds private passions with that menace gathering force out in the Gulf of Mexico. Without a hint of pretension, in the simple lives of these poor people living among chickens and abandoned cars, she evokes the tenacious love and desperation of classical tragedy. The force that pushes back against Katrina’s inexorable winds is the voice of Ward’s narrator, a 14-year-old girl named Esch, the only daughter among four siblings. Precocious, passionate and sensitive, she speaks almost entirely in phrases soaked in her family’s raw land. Everything here is gritty, loamy and alive, as though the very soil were animated. Her brother’s “blood smells like wet hot earth after summer rain. . . . His scalp looks like fresh turned dirt.” Her father’s hands “are like gravel,” while her own hand “slides through his grip like a wet fish,” and a handsome boy’s “muscles jabbered like chickens.” Admittedly, Ward can push so hard on this simile-obsessed style that her paragraphs risk sounding like a compost heap, but this isn’t usually just metaphor for metaphor’s sake.

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Sister Citizen: Shame, Stereotypes, and Black Women in America

By Melissa V. Harris-Perry

According to the author, this society has historically exerted considerable pressure on black females to fit into one of a handful of stereotypes, primarily, the Mammy, the Matriarch or the Jezebel.  The selfless Mammy’s behavior is marked by a slavish devotion to white folks’ domestic concerns, often at the expense of those of her own family’s needs. By contrast, the relatively-hedonistic Jezebel is a sexually-insatiable temptress. And the Matriarch is generally thought of as an emasculating figure who denigrates black men, ala the characters Sapphire and Aunt Esther on the television shows Amos and Andy and Sanford and Son, respectively.     

Professor Perry points out how the propagation of these harmful myths have served the mainstream culture well. For instance, the Mammy suggests that it is almost second nature for black females to feel a maternal instinct towards Caucasian babies.

As for the source of the Jezebel, black women had no control over their own bodies during slavery given that they were being auctioned off and bred to maximize profits. Nonetheless, it was in the interest of plantation owners to propagate the lie that sisters were sluts inclined to mate indiscriminately.

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Sex at the Margins

Migration, Labour Markets and the Rescue Industry

By Laura María Agustín

This book explodes several myths: that selling sex is completely different from any other kind of work, that migrants who sell sex are passive victims and that the multitude of people out to save them are without self-interest. Laura Agustín makes a passionate case against these stereotypes, arguing that the label ‘trafficked’ does not accurately describe migrants’ lives and that the ‘rescue industry’ serves to disempower them. Based on extensive research amongst both migrants who sell sex and social helpers, Sex at the Margins provides a radically different analysis. Frequently, says Agustin, migrants make rational choices to travel and work in the sex industry, and although they are treated like a marginalised group they form part of the dynamic global economy. Both powerful and controversial, this book is essential reading for all those who want to understand the increasingly important relationship between sex markets, migration and the desire for social justice.

“Sex at the Margins rips apart distinctions between migrants, service work and sexual labour and reveals the utter complexity of the contemporary sex industry. This book is set to be a trailblazer in the study of sexuality.”—Lisa Adkins, University of London

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The White Masters of the World

From The World and Africa, 1965

By W. E. B. Du Bois

W. E. B. Du Bois’ Arraignment and Indictment of White Civilization (Fletcher)

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Ancient African Nations

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