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Instagram Representative (0:01)
Introducing Instagram Teen Accounts. A new way to keep your teen safer as they grow. Like making sure they always have their seatbelt on.
Parent (0:09)
All right, sweetie pie, buckle up. Good job.
Instagram Representative (0:12)
Or ring the bell on their bike.
Parent (0:13)
Okay kid, give it a try.
Major Jackson (0:16)
Nice.
Instagram Representative (0:17)
Or remember their elbow pads.
Parent (0:19)
Knees too. Okay?
Major Jackson (0:20)
Yep.
Parent (0:21)
There you go.
Instagram Representative (0:22)
New Instagram Teen Accounts Automatic protections for who can contact your teen and the content they can see Are you attending.
Major Jackson (0:32)
The AWP 2025 conference in LA? Join the Slowdown show for a live off site event with me, Major Padraic Otooma, Jason Snyderman and Samia Bashir for poetry, conversation and some fun and games. Friday, March 28th at 7pm at the Crawford in Pasadena. Tickets@laist.com events I'm Major Jackson and this is the Slowdown. A history buff, I have journeyed to many historic sites throughout the country. On one occasion I visited a sugar plantation. This was during my years in New Orleans. Although I have always been curious about Monticello, I'll probably never tour a plantation again for obvious reasons. Walking the grounds of Oak Alley was the most emotional of my historic visits. This was unlike visiting the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia or Mark Twain's house in Hartford, Connecticut. The meticulously maintained gardens and pastoral grounds with the view of the Mississippi river belied a history of violence and subjugation. This was back in the late 1990s. The power of ethically presenting such history had not fully taken hold, so the whole tour covered the story of the slaveholding families, Georgian architecture and furniture, activities of the leisure class such as needlework and horseback riding. Not one name of one enslaved African or that of one of their descendants was uttered. Fortunately, today I understand it is standard practice to minimally display census records. Although the forced labor and contributions of enslaved men, women and children were erased, the harsh realities of those unnamed black people were ever present. My heart sank looking at the crude slave quarters just up the path from the opulent mansion. At the display of ankle chains next to farm tools, even the trees felt menacing. I know many would rather we forget this moment in our country's history. We've moved to banning books and curriculum that tell this story. I too want our dark chapter to have less of a hold on imaginations and and policies, but not in exchange for a willful ignorance. Historical markers alone will not heal the scars of the past, nor do they pay the debt of human bondage. American poetry gently mediates our rich and complicated history. It points the way to healing and affirms timeless values that secure all Americans freedoms. Today's poem captures a small act of resistance on a different plantation that also occupied my mind on the tour. How did the subjugated fight for their bodies, their dignity, their freedoms? Mulberry Fields by Lucille Clifton they thought the field was wasting and so they gathered the marker rocks and stones and piled them into a barn. They say that the rocks were shaped, some of them scratched with triangles and other forms. They must have been trying to invent some new language. They say the rocks went to build that wall there guarding the manor, and some few were used for the state House crops refused to grow. I say the stones marked an old tongue and it was called Eternity and pointed toward the river. I say that after that collection no pillow in the big house dreamed. I say that somewhere under here molders one called Alice, whose great grandson is old now too, and refuses to talk about slavery. I say that at the master's table only one plate is set for supper. I say no seed can flourish on this ground. Once planted, then forsaken wild berries warm a field of bones bloom how you must, I say. The Slowdown is a production of American Public Media in partnership with the Poetry Foundation. This project is also supported in part by the National Endowment for the Arts. On the web@arts.gov to get a poem delivered to you daily, go to slowdownshow.org and sign up for our newsletter and find us on Instagram atdowndownshow and blueskylowdownshow.org.
