Why does the term “Free Blacks” exist?
I mean, are we so invisible that we’re either “free” or slaves?
I’ve been working for the Union. Freeing slaves. Saving lives. One can hardly call me invisible. I am living right now to serve God, but that is of my own choice. Although under the servitude of God, I am not a slave. The premonitions and visions I received must be for a reason.
After all, one does not choose to partake in a gunshot raid without reason, just as one does not choose to make 19 trips on the underground railroad within 10 years. It was not easy to hold a gun to peoples’ heads when they refused to move forward, as I could feel that they were scared. Terrified, even. “Move or die!” I would shout. And although maybe I might have been harsh, these times call for harsh. Besides, out of all of the 300 slaves I saved, including my sister and nieces, I never lost a single one. The easy way might have been for them to give up, but I moved them, and with them, I moved myself.
I am so grateful for British North America [Canada]’s opposition toward slavery. The underground railroad would have no purpose should it not have a destination. As a Union spy, I am able to see and hear the things that go on. I can hear it in the booms in the distance. I can see it in the eyes of the dying in the hospital, sick of dysentery, some of whom I couldn’t cure in time. This is still my goal. Fight for the Union, raid plantations, and lead as many people as I can to freedom.
I am a servant of God. And I am doing good.