If you are asking the question WHY would anyone feel that they can destroy property, attack innocent citizens or make the United States of America into a country of rioting and vandalism? You are not alone. Probably many Americans and people around the world are scratching their heads and asking….WHY?…WHY?…WHY?
This blog does not intend to answer that question, but there is a THEORY to why people of all colors and backgrounds…young and older…are acting the way they are.
One young woman cried out to the rioting people to” break glass…take all you want…for it is REPARATIONS for the past!” Is there any truth in what she said? NO, of course not! There are other ways to solve problems… of the past, present and future than to destroy the hard-earned businesses of people of all colors. Blaming a generation for the sins of past generations solves nothing. She is falling into the hands of the anarchists who would destroy our country.
Does she really understand how far the search for fairness to all people living today has come? Does she know that through people like Martin Luther King, Jr. that people began to see the wrongs and our government passed the Civil Rights Act and Voting Rights for all people? This behavior is only an excuse to do the wrong thing, which results in hurting all people.
You ask, “What theory are you speaking of in all this madness?”
It might be summed up in one Scripture Verse from the Holy Bible:
The Holy Scripture talks about the “sins of the fathers” to the third and fourth generations and even Shakespeare uses this quote in his writing of The Merchant of Venice: “The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.”
In the small towns of America, there are people, whose early families were immigrants…not slaves, who believe that the “sins of the fathers” should be remembered and MADE RIGHT, as much as possible. I’m going to share with you a true story of a place in the mountains of which I am quite familiar.
Our former VA home was close to the famous Blue Ridge Parkway of the Appalachian Mountains. While living there, I read an article about a man who knew about the slaves that worked the area on the Langhorne farm in Virginia. This was before the Civil War and there was an unmarked burial place near the lovely little village of Meadows of Dan. When the article was written, there was only a small wooden split rail fence where the bodies of the slaves had been buried This also included some small children of the slaves. When the Park Service was building the Blue Ridge Parkway, the land became part of their domain. The headstones had been torn out and thrown in the woods. Nothing remained to show who was buried in this specific spot, but some of the old timers of the area knew.
One afternoon, I went looking for the rail fence, which turned out to be at the entrance to the Parkway at Meadows of Dan. Parking at the local church, I walked over to the area. Nothing was there to identify the graves of the slaves who had lived, worked, and died here. Only a small, rail fence circled the area.
“What a shame that there is nothing to identify it,” I thought to myself. The millions of people yearly, who ride the Parkway, will zoom right by this historical, sacred spot. Most people will travel on to visit places where the old timers settled, like the old Mabry Mill right down the road, but they will never know the history of this place where a plantation owner buried those who labored for him.
In this age of monuments being torn down of the famous men of the Civil War era and the present day stressful problems of racial disharmony, it was heartening to know that there were white people who had been trying to convince the Park Service to do the right thing for many years. Unfortunately, as is the history of all bureaucratic, government agencies, slow or forever slow is the story. It definitely was in the case of these slaves having a proper monument.
After six months away from the Blue Ridge, I rounded the curving entrance to Meadows of Dan and there it was…..the old slave cemetery that I had written about in my book, Old Timers of the Blue Ridge. Now, it actually had a marker! A large, beautiful granite headstone stood inside the split rail fence. 18
My husband and I stopped, walked up to the monument and the last words stood out to me…FOREVER FREE! Yes, they have gone on to be with God, Who made all people…black, white, and every shade of color. They are free at last, but are we living free from the past? Is it possible, no matter how hard people try… to be removed, in this modern world where hate runs deep, from the “sins of the fathers?” This is a question of gigantic proportions!
Hurrying home to check the internet, I had to know the story of how this monument was placed here in the year that I was away from Virginia. This is what I found out: Matt Burnett, an old time resident of the area, had been one of the workers who tore out the headstones for the Park Service and he asked Bob Heafner to make him a special promise. That was thirty-three years ago.
“Burnett asked Heafner if he would make sure that people would someday KNOW ABOUT THE FORGOTTEN SLAVES hidden in plain sight next to a road traveled by millions.
Heafner was young then, a businessman and a publisher who knew people in Meadows of Dan and up and down the parkway. Surely, Burnett thought, Heafner could find a way to place a monument or memorial to those people, so that their lives wouldn’t remain buried in the past….Heafner discovered a will that stated James Steptoe Langhorne had at least five slaves and perhaps owned more than 10 at one time. He also found the names of five other African-Americans who were probably buried in the cemetery. Three of them died enslaved, with history having no record of their last names:
Charles (a child who died in 1858),
John (who was 19 when he died in 1858)
and Ellen (a 1-year-old who died in 1862).
The two other people Heafner documented died after the Civil War:
Guss Langhorne (another 1-year-old who died in 1871)
and Susan Langhorne (born a slave, died free in 1871 at age 28). It is unclear why the latter two had the Langhorne name. 19
It took a number of people to finally get results of placing the granite stone where it should have been long ago, including finding the granite company owner who was willing to make the stone.
This grave site was part of a history of the South. The mountain people strongly defend their history. People come far and wide to see the reenactments of the Civil War between the North and the South near Ararat, VA. The important points of this story are that the Blue Ridge people also believe in keeping their promises and doing right by the slaves that are buried in this cemetery regardless of the actions of the people of the past. Throughout our country, especially in the South, there are many people who feel the same way. They definitely should not be condemned for the “sins of the fathers” when they were not born during this terrible time of history.
Who exactly was James Steptoe Langhorne of Meadows of Dan, the land owner where the slave cemetery is located?
“According to family history, Henry let his son James Steptoe Langhorne choose one of the plantations, and after touring them all, James Steptoe, age about 22, looked out over the 13, 000 acre “Langdale” plantation in Meadows of Dan, Virginia, and said it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen! In fact, he is credited with giving that area its name, Meadows of Dan—located in the foothills of Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains, on the Dan River. He chose to settle there, but was blinded by retinitis pigmentosa – an inherited family disease– within just a couple of years—and never actually saw his beloved land again! James Steptoe Langhorne, called “Grandpa Steptoe” by his grandchildren, married Elizabeth Rachel Omohundro and together they had eight children, and adopted at least two more. Of course, on a 13,000-acre plantation in 1822 Virginia, Grandpa Steptoe owned slaves. It doesn’t matter how abhorrent and embarrassing this practice might be to me today, it is a part of our history. ” It was from Patrick County, VA that he built his massive plantation along with the slaves who worked it. He also gave land and built at least two churches. The Meadows of Dan Baptist church is where he and his wife are buried. His father and original family were emigrants from Wales, arriving in 1666. (credit Helen Houlshouser…relative to James Steptoe Langhorne)
If you are traveling the beautiful Blue Ridge, stop in at the little slave cemetery at the corner of the Meadows of Dan exit. Spend a few minutes considering the long-reaching meaning of who is buried there and give a “thank you” to one of the many merchants down the road in Meadows of Dan that helped promote the erection of the slave memorial stone. We especially thank the man who kept his promise, Bob Heafner.
“Slavery was common in Patrick County. According to county historian Tom Perry, as many as 2,000 slaves were part of Patrick County’s 9,000 residents in 1850. The majority of those enslaved people were owned by the prominent Reynolds and Hairston families. The Reynolds were the founders of R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Co. Confederate Gen. J.E.B. Stuart’s father owned 28 slaves, according to Perry. Slavery was less prevalent up on the mountain in Meadows of Dan, where five families owned slaves, according to an Appalachian State University research project commissioned by the park service.” 20
Even though time has passed and we live in a new era, those who came out to see the placing of the new marker at the Meadows of Dan, know that it is important to the families of those who may have buried relatives in this grave site. There is a new Database of identities of 3,200 slaves through the historical society of VA that can help people find their descendants. Information can be found beginning with the American colonies in 1619 through unpublished private documents.
The most important thing is to remember the men, women and children who worked the land by force. We must also not forget that African Americans and slaves from other areas were not only those who suffered great injustices. Native Americans endured the Trail of Tears and other horrors. The white settlers who had emigrated from Europe suffered at the hands of the Native Americans and the lawlessness of other Americans. Present day merchants, white and black, suffer when a life-time of work and businesses are destroyed by rioting. We could go on and on.
One may ask, “So where do we go from here? Will people never get over this tragic piece of history?” Because slavery in America may have caused many problems of today, this is a good question. How many generations will be affected by those who did terrible deeds of bringing slaves to America, as well as the off-spring of those who bought and sold them? How many generations will have to find new and better ways to compensate for the sins of the past or is that possible?
The great repentance of a rude, profane Slave Trader, John Newton gave us the beloved song, “Amazing Grace.” In 1748 he wrote “On that day, the Lord sent from on high and delivered me out of deep waters.” Only God’s amazing grace could “Save a Wretch like Me, ” he wrote. 21
The Fathers of our nation and the rich owners of slaves often had children with those they owned. Some of those children have embraced their lineage…become educated, successful and brought honor to generations after their enslaved fore-fathers. Reunions are held by those who can trace their legacy from a white slave owner to their slave mother. Healing is needed in our nation. Maybe owning the past is the answer as the Germans have had to own the Holocaust.
The Sins of the Fathers will only be healed when we find a way to remember that all people are sinners and need the grace of God to combat the past and bring forgiveness to the present. Listen to this promise God has given to all of us.
If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and WILL HEAL THEIR LAND. 2nd Chronicles 7:14
This Christmas we will be having a guest who works here in Florida as a Safety Engineer at Universal Studios. She is Japanese and a friend and business acquaintance of our son. We are happy that she will be a part of our Christian celebration of the birth of Jesus. Who would have believed that Japan, after being such an enemy with the attack on our troops and ships at Pearl Harbor would rebuild and become a world power with our help? Who would believe that the next generations would be our friends?
Several years ago, I was invited to Japan as an American educator from Florida by the Japanese government. The first meeting that the Americans had with a Japanese diplomat surprisingly was a speech of apology for the war. We were given a warm welcome to stay in the country, visit schools and have home stays with a Japanese family. It was the country’s way of thanking Americans, after so many years, for helping rebuild the country after World War II. It was a wonderful experience to be emersed in the Japanese culture.
Today is December 7th when we remember Pearl Harbor and the price that was paid by so many in this attack…resulting in the thousands who died in battles with the Japanese and Germans. Many ended up in prison camps after the United States Congress voted to enter the war. The dropping of the atomic bombs on Japan ended the war, but the horrors were profound.
The rebuilding process began and today Japan is a wonderful place to visit. My husband and I went to Mt. Fuji during autumn and enjoyed the beautiful Japanese maples. We hope to visit Washington, D.C. when the Japanese cherry blossoms are in bloom. While we were in Japan, we went to the Memorial of the USS Arizona. To know that the sailors who perished there are still entombed in their sunken ship was an emotional experience.
Recently I found a video that was interesting as it gave some of the details of the attack on Pearl Harbor of which some may not be aware.
Video (Turn up sound)
So much has happened to our veterans since this post in 2009 when vets were waiting eagerly to visit the Washington memorials. Many have died..or continued to linger in hospitals. Others perished, not on the battle field, but while waiting to see a doctor stateside. Nevertheless, this is the day that we remember them…their courage, their fortitude and much more. They are the young and the old among us who should never be forgotten.
(from a previous post) Probably He had a twinkle in his eye as he waited outside the restroom in our plane. As I opened the door, he said “I’ve cleared the decks for you!” Laughing, I said “Well, I want to thank you for your service to our country.” He responded that his job had been to bury thousands and thousands of men who died on foreign shores. “This was my job.” I looked into those bright, blue eyes of a man in his eighties and knew he had seen the horrors of war. He had been the last to look on the torn and battered bodies of those young men who had never made it home.
These veterans on our plane were being sent free of charge by Southwest Airlines to Washington, D.C to see the memorial for these brave men. Honor Flight Network ( www.honorflight.org ) was their sponsor. They raise funds to transport and house veterans to the D.C. area to view the WWII memorial. Many of them had never seen the memorial and knew their chances were getting shorter and some could not afford to go on their own. Their decision was to go to D.C. and to share with other WWII veterans their stories and their lives. The media was there to talk with them, as we waited for our flight. We had a short service in the terminal where American flags were given out and a young man sang the National Anthem. I noticed several things about the reactions of the people, which I hoped these veterans did not observe. A young man sitting across the aisle laughed at the singing of the anthem. Many, however, gave an applause as the veterans entered in wheelchairs and with canes. Most regretful of all was once we were on our plane, one woman, perhaps in her 50’s, was complaining to everyone that she had to sit behind the group. She made a statement “We have paid for our flight.” My statement to her is that these men paid much more in suffering, years away from home, and the sadness they had endured in war. I liked what one of the volunteers had on the back of her t-shirt. “If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you can read it in English, thank a veteran.”
While I was teaching 5th graders in Florida schools, one of my projects was to have veterans and Holocaust survivors come to the classroom and talk one on one with my students. They heard their stories and then shared them with the rest of the class. One of my fifth graders was wise enough to say, “My generation may be the last to speak in person to these men and women.”
We must not forget the women who contributed so much during the war, either on the front or at home in the plants making munitions and other necessities for the war. My mother, who is now 92, worked in one of these plants. A newspaper clipping is special to us, showing her listening to the radio and hearing that “Japan Surrenders”.
There used to be 16 million U.S. veterans of World War II . Now they are dying at a rate of more than 1,000 a day and number about 2.5 million according to the Department of Veterans Affairs. My husband, Bill, is a retired Navy Chaplain who is called on to speak at many of these burials. Recently, he presided at a funeral for a WWII veteran who was a POW (Prisoner of War) and had never received his Purple Heart. Unfortunately, he died two days before receiving it officially.
Yes, we are grateful for all they did. We are glad they could see a memorial meant for them and those who died in World War II. We will honor them always. They are the ones called the “Greatest Generation“. We must not forget them. We also must not forget that there are very young men and women who have given so much of their lives on recent war fronts.
Yes, this WWII vet had a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face, as we talked on the plane. May he always keep this wonderful joy for living. He is a special person.
Our brave men and women are still on the fighting front…even though we are told they are not taking a “combat” position. We know the truth is that once you are facing danger from a foe, the enemy does not stop to ask “Are you in combat or just advising?”. The American people are smart enough to see through the semantics. These active duty young people are in harms way and deserve our respect and prayers…as do all veterans.
This has been a very difficult day. My blog will be short because frankly I am exhausted.
Things began to unravel as I headed home from a dentist appointment in Mt. Dora for my mother. It was so sudden…and out of the corner of my eye I saw a little dog dashing toward my car. There was no time to brake and I heard this terrible thump. I knew …but didn’t want to know. Looking in my mirror, I saw the white, still form laying in the middle of the street. There was no way that I could go on. Running back to him, I knew that he was gone. “I am so sorry…” is all I could say. Taking his little red collar in my hand, I pulled him over to the grass. Where had he come from and where was he going? Banging on a few doors, I asked, but no one knew. Finally, I saw a man walking down the street. I walked over to him and ask ” Do you have a little black and white dog with a red collar?” He said that he did.
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