I Wish We Had the Resources and the time…
As one of two of our family’s self-appointed historians, it is always sad to, as the show calls it, hit a wall.
We are black. We are the descendants of slaves.
I can only go as far back as the last family that were slaves in our family. And the trail stops here for us.
His name — Lam Debro. Or Lamuel Devareaux (what we’ve found in our discoveries is that my people from the early 1900s spelled alot of things phonetically and that the name was NEVER Debro lol).
This is the story of Lam. (Or is it Lamb? Or Lem? We dont know) —
Lam was born black seminole, and was both black and seminole BY BLOOD. He was being raised on an Indian Reservation in Oaklahoma. At the age of 5, there was a raid on this reservation, by white men.
They stole 5 year old Lam, and sold him into slavery in Texas.
He was known because he always had an accent; he always “talked funny”.
The end of slavery in Texas came and by then he was married to Sophie Debro.
They had Virginia Debro, who married Henderson Person.
Virginia Person gave birth to Helen Person.
Helen is my grandmother.
All the pictures of these people are high cheek-boned, dark skin (but it seems there’s a shine to their skin, you know, if the pictures were in color you’d suspect there was more to them than just “Africa”).
My grandmother used to tell me stories of being in the lap of her own grandmother, in a rocking chair. My grandmother would pull on her long ponytails and her grandmother would admonish her “Gal, leggo my hair.”
When I asked the Seminole official website how I could find out if this kidnapping occurred, they told me there was no way really for me to tell and then started telling me about how runaway slaves typically took up with the Native Americans.
And if you know anything about Native American counsels today, you KNOW they do not want to admit the major race-mixing that went on between runaway slaves and Native Americans.
They do not want to admit to US being a part of them.
I don’t want anything from them; I just want MY family’s stories validated, is all. There is nothing I can take from them.
So. There’s our wall. And here we sit.
Thanks for reading. Maybe someone will take an interest in us, and help us out.