We take a high school field trip to one of the largest tobacco plantations in the South. A tribute to America’s triumphant antebellum era. We tour the mansion drinking sweetened tea from mason jars as our guide points to the neo-classic architecture.
Missing are the hundreds of black bodies, toiling under the hot sun. The white overseer on horseback, smoking a wooden pipe, snapping the cowhide whip against the closest exposed back. “Nigger!”
Nameless faces disappear from history. In the corner, a black child in rags lays her nappy head on her knees and cries. No one else sees her.
word count: 100
February is Black History Month, and although school curriculum, tourist attractions, etc. try to polish over our blemished history, we can never forget where we’ve come from, black or white, especially with what is currently going on in today’s world.
This is in response to the photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers (write a complete story using 100 words or less). Click the froggy icon below to read other stories and add your own.