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Anna Richardson Boudreaux

When I was a little girl growing up in Louisiana in the sixties I did not have a clue of the people of our race and what they had accomplished here in America .We heard of Fredrick Douglas, George Washington Carver’s but that was up north as the saying went.I grew up hearing from my father about his father who was an educated man “however he was killed because he was an educated black man with property .I was shocked because I always saw my people as share croppers living on the mercies of white people. When I questioned my mom one day because I was curious about her father because he looked like a white man but yet he was colored. My mom told me that they were never slaves neither her dad or her moms people, neither my father’s, but then no further explanation as if they were afraid to say much about those topics.Flash forward 2011 on face book I met a relative who is doing research on our family and I was flabbergasted to see signature’s of my ancestors (gen de color lib) and to also read about my 4th great grandfather in a book (Creoles of the Bayou Country) that they were settlers of the area as early as the late 1600 and born free and owned at his death in 1847 150 acres of land.In a small town called Opelousas LA.He also had a bank where both white and black borrowed from him. I was not too proud that he was also a slave owner but that was an excepted thing back then. However after his death he had speculated in his will that certain people were to be freed one was his daughter who was my mothers great grand mother. As this young man only 23 began to research deeper into our ancestors I felt a sense of pride in my people that they were not slaves and sharecroppers but were here and made a mark also in this country and this too is our country. I am teaching my children and grandchildren who they were and can be.