I was born in Montgomery, Alabama on Maxwell AFB. It was in 1963 I entered the world. Visiting family annually is a usual tradition for me and I make it a point to take in a few of the sites when back to my hometown. The city had begun a restorative process a few years back showcasing its rich history. These are a proud people in a new generation wanting to bring truth to light. The National Memorial for Peace and Justice does that and is quite sobering.
These two children just because of their color and the times that they lived in would lead different lives. Later Whit lived in Kentucky which was a divided state in regards to slavery. Some families in Kentucky would have a union and confederate soldier in the same household. It was horrible times. I just wonder if Whit and this little girl’s eyes met in that court house. Their innocent eyes only glancing for a moment yet both forever changed by the court’s decisions that day. Whatever may have happened when Whit was twelve years old, I am convinced he influenced his own family immensely. My three times great-grandfather made sure three of his sons were union soldiers. Indeed I find this in my documents of my family line. May we never forget what Martin Luther King, Jr Day is all about and be reminded there was a BILL OF SALE in Tennessee of a little girl who was just as important as my three times great grandpa.