Daniel Black's, The Coming, is one the most difficult books to read that I’ve ever read. It stands as a pivotal and unflinching look at The Middle Passage in a way that no other book, to my knowledge, ever has. Tom Feelings' book, The Middle Passage. comes close in pictorial depiction, but marry it to the narrative text of The Coming, and you have the unique and unsculpted horror that prefaced America's institution of slavery.
All that I already know about the horror of The Middle Passage was amplified exponentially within its pages. There are no words to describe the kidnap, degradation, assault and perversion that occurred on slave ships bound for America, all the while bearing the unluckiest of names--The Hope, The Good Ship Jesus...and so many others. Irony is a bitch and nowhere is it on stage more than in the good Christian names borne by many slave ships.
Kidnapped, assaulted, nearly starved, abused, and raped, Africans were loaded onto ships and chained to overcrowded capacity because after all, between, disease, suicide, murder, and madness, perhaps only a third of them would survive the journey across the Atlantic.
Ripped from their homes and all they knew, both men, women and children were captured, raped, and subjected to dehumanization on a scale that is all but immeasurable and unequaled by any human atrocity since. On a whim, ship's crews could torture and kill. Most did not endure. But those who did we thank and honor because it is they who survived to live, grow and give birth to the African Americans who call America home today.
So many ships, so many dead and half-dead, tossed overboard. The migration patterns of the Great White Shark changed in the wake of them following slave ships. This is history. The historical record is rich with the narratives, maps, and texts detailing The Middle Passage.
Few want to discuss it. Fewer still want to know its particulars. Too bad. Daniel Black's book should be required reading for everyone. Too many African Americans hold a secret place of shame inside themselves for the events that brought their ancestors to American shores. There is no shame here. We did not do this to ourselves. We survived somehow and that is miracle in and of itself.
There remains a deep divide and a disconnect between ourselves and Africa. There are families, lineages, cousins, and relatives we can never know. For those who remained uncaptured in Africa, there were 'the disappeared', families and relatives who just disappeared off the face of the continent. They never knew what happened to brothers, sisters, wives, husbands, mothers, fathers and others.
African Americans are the only American who did not come through Ellis Island. And no, Ben Carson, we weren't immigrants. As African Americans, it is imperative to remember, to know, to be guided by the survival song that mourned countless Africans across the Atlantic, and to the West Indies and Americas. This history needs to be enriched and recalled because their spirit is in us and in honoring them, we uncover the racial history of America that seeks to imprison to this day. So many young people do not know their history. I look at them and wonder, "Would you walk around the way you do, if you knew?"
If what was known was the story of heartbreak, suffering and survival that endured, would so many be punishing themselves psychically, emotionally, rabidly for terrorism they did not cause or seek and yet remains still as Dr. Joy states, as "post traumatic slavery syndrome" somewhere under the soul?
Each June I commemorate The Middle Passage in a day-long tribute to the Ancestors. The occasion is marked by drumming and poetry, song, dance and speeches. And as sunset comes on, all who are gathered trek to the oceans edge and deliver flowers and garlands to commemorate and honor the suffering of those who did not make it as much as those who did. To all we owe a tremendous debt.
This is a difficult book to read. With each new horror, I had to stop, pause, put the book down, and walk away. Yet each time I picked it up again, its importance rose up in my throat. It is not our choice to look away. Read it, and ‘know’!