By Nickia Johnson
It has been said that in the year of 1712, Willie Lynch, a British slave owner in the West Indies, addressed a group of American slave owners on the bank of Virginia's James River on ways to "maintain" their slaves. Word had traveled all the way from the West Indies to Virginia about how he had masterminded an undeniable way to successfully mentally enslave the Negro mind. It is also said that there was a letter written by Lynch that contained instructions on how to use FEAR, DISTRUST and ENVY to maintain control over the slaves, and slave owners successfully did so for hundreds of years.
Many argue that this is a fictional letter and that African Americans have just derived this to explain the issues that plague the African-American community since it supposedly did not surface until the 90s. Whether the letter is real or not, it symbolically represents and realistically depicts how slave owners did use the tactics explained in the letter to strip a culture of their human rights and dignity. It depicts an America that was filled with hate and injustice during the time of slavery.
If you have not read the letter, please do so here.
Well, 296 years later, the country has moved forward from its infamous past, with the recent election of America's first African-American President and this is what I feel America would have to say to Mr. Lynch today:
Greetings Mr. Lynch:
America greets you here on the White House lawn in the year 2008, where just in a few weeks, my President Elect Barack Obama will be the first African-American to serve my fifty United States and the District of Columbia.
It has been a long time since we have last spoken and let me tell you, my friend, a lot has changed.
It is no secret that your "Willie Lynch Theory" deceived me and successfully enslaved and divided two races. Injustice, hate and death reeked havoc on my soil. I was torn and tattered, and for a long time, I allowed these injustices to continue to occur. I saw many lose their lives for insignificant reasons. I witnessed the enslavement and slayings of my beloved African-American citizens and the ignorant mindsets of those who abused and killed them.
There were a few sparks of hope during those times like my beloved Harriett Tubman, who tried to get my attention, along with abolitionist Levi Coffman, a Caucasian and Quaker—who, in the glaciated plains of my state of Ohio—tried to show me the ways of God, but I turned my back.
And for that, I am truly sorry. There were countless others who I ignored, but I am thankful that our God did not, because their actions helped set me straight. It is only because of them that I stand strong today.
Then came a President, by the name of Abraham Lincoln who hailed from the prairie lands of my adored Illinois, and initiated my transformation to freedom for all of my citizens. After a grueling
Civil War on my North and South states, President Lincoln, my 16th President, freed the slaves. I listened closely one day to my Virginia where my African-American citizens listened quietly under a large oak tree on the campus of Hampton University. I witnessed their happiness and their tears of joy penetrated my soil. I remember it like it was yesterday. I felt different. Like a change was coming, but I still had an awfully long way to go.
Years past, and your spirit of hate still managed to be caught up in my atmosphere, and you continued to block me from seeing what was right. My states grew and flourished. I was mighty and strong, and was admired by the entire world. My citizens fought for me both black and white alike in World War I and II. They loved me and protected me, even those who I had mistreated and ignored. But still, I was empty. There was a void, because my God still did not approve of my ways. Many of my citizens begged and pleaded with me like Dr. Martin Luther King. He was a peaceful man, eloquent in all his ways and he commanded my attention to help make me see that I was wrong. I listened. The truth hurt and I rebelled, but God in all His glory reprimanded me and allowed me to progress in the right direction. I cried the day they killed my beloved Dr. King and he will always be remembered as one of my greatest heroes. It was a dark day for me. I saw the chaos that I allowed to happen in my lands and I wanted to make it right, so I fought, and I fought hard.
President Lyndon B. Johnson signed a law in 1964 called the 1964 Civil Rights Acts. I was on the right track. It was a law that I could not be discriminatory against my African-American citizens.
Then President John F. Kennedy solidified the deal for me and I saw the people of my land come together. Many were on board, but there were also many that who did not like the new me. I cried the day they killed my beloved President Kennedy. A change had to come and it did, thank God!
So today, I write to you Mr. Lynch to inform you that your tactics are no longer holding me in captivity. Indeed your spirit tries to live on in many of my citizens, but the majority of my people have moved on. America is one, and I will continue to make strides to do what is right for my people. And my people have responded with the election of the first ever African-American President Barack Obama!
Whites, blacks, Hispanic, Indian, Asian, Native Americans, or whoever, are welcomed here! I will no longer allow hate to define who I am.
Those who live within me will be reprimanded for all acts of discrimination committed in my name. I will be the land of possibilities for all who live within me. I will be an example to all other mighty nations. I will represent hope as I undoubtedly represent change. My citizens today joyfully chant, God Bless America, and I am eternally grateful that He has.
Respectfully Submitted,
The United States of America
Nickia Johnson is a freelance writer based out of Northern Virginia.