The news about Harriet Tubman replacing Andrew Jackson on the $20 bill has brought one of my favorite Americans into the limelight. Although I’m glad Americans are showing a fleeting interest in history, the white-washed version we got in school doesn’t necessarily highlight what a badass Mrs. Tubman actually was, so i’m going to attempt to send you back a hundred and sixty years to get a feel for what level of sacrifice she actually made…
Your heart is beating furiously in your chest as you suck in huge gulps of the cool and humid night air. Your feet ache from the pounding of the branches as you run as fast as you can through the woods. Scratches on your face and neck begin to sting as the sweat pools inside them. You ran this way to draw the dogs away from your family. Now you hear them in the distance, closing in on you. The barking of the hounds makes you think of what they will do if they catch you, and the mere thought of it brings lucid memories and the scars on your back seem to burn once again like fresh wounds. It pushes you to run harder into the darkness.
The light of the moon and the north star are all you have to guide you, but the tough wooden terrain is slowing you down, and the dogs are only getting closer. You feel a sense of dread and nervousness, helplessness begins to overcome you and tears well in your eyes. Fighting back the emotions makes running even more difficult; if they catch you this time, they will surely kill you. You imagine your little child growing up without you and how someone will have to explain to her that you are never coming back; the thought gives you new determination.
As you hop over a log into a small break in the woods you glance up at the night sky and immediately spot the north star. The beautiful star that means freedom, that means you will hold your baby one more time and sleep without worry that someone will come for you. Just like that star, however, freedom feels unreachable, and now you can hear the men’s voices and the hounds. It seems that no matter how hard you push, they keep closing in, and then you remember a special tip they had given you, “you’ll never beat the dogs, gotta beat the handler instead.” You spring into action, running left, then right, then back, forward, in a circle, and back to your original position. “That should make him think the dog has lost the scent,” you think to yourself and take off smiling to your rendezvous.
Exhausted, you reach a trail cutting through the woods and see “Moses”. She is standing with a small group, putting them into a cart, a pistol in one hand, your baby in the other. You let out a sigh of relief and hop out of the trees onto the trail. Moses spins on a dime and you’re face to face with her, staring right into the barrel of her pistol. There’s a moment as you stare into her eyes that you realize why she never loses a passenger. There is no hesitation, remorse, or fear, she is focused, determined, and steely-eyed. “Get in,” Harriet’s words signify the end of your enslavement as you take your baby in your arms.
Harriet was dubbed the “Moses” of the underground railroad and had a perfect record of never losing a soul in her many trips out of slave states. She knew the terrain, moved like a ghost in the woods, mentally strong, and physically tough, always ready to defend herself and her passengers with deadly force if necessary.
“There was one of two things I had a right to: Liberty or Death; if I could not have one, I would have the other.”
If I could sum up what the essence of being an American is, I would say “liberty or death.” We churn out the toughest motherfuckers on the planet because we are willing to fight and die free men before we will live long lives as slaves. Mrs. Tubman is, in my opinion, part of an elite few that through their example we can learn what freedom really is.
She didn’t only fight to free slaves in the underground railroad though, she was also a union soldier. Oh yes! She led a group of long range scouts in South Carolina, feeding key terrain characteristics and intelligence to union generals. I want you to fully understand the badassery of that. She was a black woman leading a small band of men through the heart of the deep south. The fact that a non-white was leading troops, and even more so that she was a woman, is a testament to her great skill!
When the war was over, she joined yet another movement and fought for the right of women to vote.
Look, here is a woman that was born a slave, escaped several times, helped others escape, led men in battle fighting for her freedom, then fought peacefully for her right to vote. She started at nothing and is a century later a household name.
Given the choice between a slave owning president who grew the federal government and the moses of the underground railroad…well, this here Cuban-American would be honored to carry around a reminder of American grit in my wallet!
LJF
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