ClotildaA Story by Sami KhalilThe last slave ship to America. Based on facts with added elements.Clotilda//////By Sami Khalil The last slave ship…………….Based on a
true historical account. In view, The Clotilda, the last slave ship, was winding down its spindrift journey, with her precious cargo. It was soon to be nightfall. Sharks were prowling the dreary deep. The gleaming moon was haunting in aberration. The plight of 160 dark-skinned, weary slaves, was a pondering of sorts, won by a sinister bet between two wealthy siblings; a ship builder and landowner, Timothy Meaher, and his brother Byrnes. Timothy had bet that he could “bring a shipful of n*****s right into Mobile Bay under officers’ noses.” It was self-evident that he won. Docked at the bay now, circa 1859 or so, Captain William Foster, who commanded the schooner, arrived as a rogue lubber, skirting the prohibition law, passed in 1808, forbidding all forms of that trade. The beautiful white sands of the gulf contrasted sharply with the “Commodity” on board. Horrendous fear accompanied those from the time “King of Whydah, Dahomey” sold them for $50 each to the traders, till they landed miserably away from their ancient spirits. One could experience the venerable injustice of slavery and,
scream in rage, when conjuring up the horrific images of its depraved heritage.
The sins of the past, whisper in detail the highlights of our dramatic changes
as species, indicative of restoration and retiring of past relics. The
stripping of value, freedom and honor, reflect the austere mania of bondage; a
grim reminder of never again in the evolution of evil. Bound for the new world, losing identity and roots, among
others, the chattel slaves were taken on boats to their destination markets,
whereas the Clotilda was scuttled by being burnt by its captain, when someone,
as rumors go, tipped the federal authorities on the matter and were in pursuit.
Timothy, on the other hand, bought 30 or so of them, whisking
them away to his North Mobile plantation, which is to become Africatown later
years. The rest were sold in auctions to others who set them on
different paths of the damned. Those poor souls, would rather be lost at sea, than be lost to the
union of injustice, where weeds choked the hopes of fruitful fields. Cudjoe Kazoola Lewis (the last male survivor, who died in 1935,
wrote in spirit: Frowned upon and fettered to curse and agony A burdensome bondage ponderously was honed So, danced our frail bodies to the Masters’ whips And evil of man bidders naught but ghastly penury Truth withstands and justice will prevail tyranny Audaciously wearing crowns on clearer days’ verity S.K.
At the end, Timothy was shattered to learn, it was his brother
who was the wretched rat, who snitched!!!
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