The Free Slave Who Never Broke Out

By Ikenga Chronicles January 10, 2018

The Free Slave Who Never Broke Out

— Beloved Moses

“One day this would be over, one day out of three hundred and sixty five days, or maybe it will be on the leap day in the leap year that this would be over, I don’t know, but this day is too far off, it’s far off my reach, I only wake up to this day in my dreams; My day of freedom”–Peggie Carter

At a tender age, Peggie had been differrent, she had always been a special child, she wasn’t always drowning herself in the fact that slaves bore slaves. She wasn’t interested that racism had become a culture, nor did she care that black was the colour of bondage. She was a free spirit, too free to be black–maybe God had made a mistake, Peggie had a white spirit, what was a white spirit doing in a black body? Or maybe I was wrong, maybe Black was more than just a skin colour, maybe black was really the colour of freedom, maybe Peggie’s spirit was of a truth, black.

                                                                                            Sixteen Year Old Peggie

“I was not born with chains on my wrists,I’m not a born slave mother,” Peggie said trying to talk herself out of working for the Madisons, but Christie, Peggie’s mom was not interested in listening to her daughter’s rant. Maid service was a family culture, her mother did it, her mother’s mother did it, she was doing it and it was her motherly right to pass it down to her daughter too.

“Blacks do not dream, we do not have imaginations, we only serve,”Christie said to her daughter. Christie was one of those women who were content with what they had, never wanting more, from people nor from the world. She was good with where she was, she didn’t have to take a step forward, and it wasn’t necessary to take one backward too. Quite miraculous that she had been given a daughter that was extremely opposite to her–a free spirit.

“If blacks do not dream, then I am not black! If we do not have imaginations of our own then I disown my skin colour! Because I dream, and I see a black man building cars. I see a black man ruling the United States. I see a black man working together with a white man. I imagine a world where RACISM is just another word in the dictionary,” standing akimbo, Peggie said, shouting on top of her voice. A white woman was peeping from the window, her face had turned purplish red, Peggie had the courage to dream, worse she even imagined every American’s worse nightmare.

“Nice dream you have there Peggie, it’s sad that it’s just for the books, ” Christie said.

                                                                                        Twenty Five Year Old Peggie

At twenty five Peggie was already writing short stories. She didn’t have any formal education, but somehow she learnt how to read and write. She wrote short stories criticizing the culture racism. Her stories impeded the authorities from taking actions against her, because they were all anonymously written. Another question that troubled me was how she got her story circulated. Unfortunately some questions would never be answered. Peggie matured from writing short stories to writing down her dreams. In one of her dreams, she claimed to have seen Jesus appeared to her as a tall black man with a moderate afro. She said Jesus had told her that the white had no right to portray him as white because they not only served him nonchalantly, but also did not acknowledge as much as the blacks did. Some black people reacted negatively to this particular write up. She then sent out another write up on her dreams talking to the black community itself;

“It’s a shame that blacks do not believe in blacks. We can never be free from racism if we don’t first break free from our mental bondage. ”

Soon Peggie’s message started to create mixed emotions within the black community and she not only had the whites against her, she had the ‘inferior’ blacks against her. She released a new message entitled “Black is not a skin colour, It Is a will”, that was the beginning of great things for the Black community, and was a step back for the white community.

                                                                                          Five Years After Twenty Five

Five years after the release of ‘Black is not a skin colour, it is a will’, the world had evolved,most especially the United States. We had whites who fought for blacks, and blacks who stood side by side with blacks. It was never known to anyone who Peggie was, her name was never written in the history books, but she paved way for Malcom X and Martin Luther King Jnr. She made the fight against racism easier. Her words still echoed in almost every black speech. I’m sure Matin Luther knows Peggie had a dream so he said he had a dream.