Unconquered - Johnny Neil Smith

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Newcomers seeking work could find jobs in factories, but pay there was little and the working conditions often deplorable. These jobs were stumbling blocks for those trying to obtain enough money to make dreams of land and a home a reality. Factory workers who were not able to accumulate enough became enslaved economically to the system.

      Strangely enough, however it was this very system that produced an abundance of war materials that in the hands of the Union soldiers brought the American Civil War to an end and gave freedom to thousands of African slaves. These freed men also had hopes of a promised parcel of land and mule and dreams of a good life for their families. Would this government that had waged such a costly war in terms of expense and loss of human life, and in the end granted these slaves freedom, forsake them now that they stood on the brink of a new era? Would the highly revered Constitution of this great young democracy stand by all of its citizens, no matter what race or gender?

      Meanwhile gold had been discovered in California and people had flocked to the West Coast seeking their fortune along the abundant streams and rivers in this beautiful and enchanting land. Many did strike it rich, but most people abandoned the gold fields for other interests such as farming, lumbering, and the raising of livestock. Once word spread to the eastern shores about the vast wealth of California and Oregon, people aggressively sought ways to reach this land of wonder. The dream of land drove them relentlessly. To those unprepared for the journey, disaster lay ahead. Their dream would become their nightmare.

      Throughout the eastern United States, most of the Native Americans had been removed and placed on reservations located west of the Mississippi River, land not particularly of value. But in contrast, during the 1860’s the Indians of the American plains were still living on their tribal lands in much the same way as their ancestors. But with the completion of the transcontinental railroad, change and rapid development of these sacred grounds was inevitable. The dreams of these people, dreams of being left alone to live their lives on grounds guaranteed by treaties signed with the United States government, were threatened. Would the United States protect their rights and grant their children the freedom they had experienced for generations on lands of their ancestors?

      Following the American Civil War, the South outwardly appeared prostrate as defeated armies were disbanded, and tired and ragged soldiers made their way home. Once home, they found themselves under military rule with little self-government. As the Southern states began their reorganization, many former representatives and congressmen were chosen to return to Washington only to be denied their seats by the predominant Republican-led congress. With the rejection of these men, the Southern States had to find others to represent them. In many cases, newly freed Negroes, citizens from the North who had come south to seek their fortune and white men who had not supported the Southern cause, filled the vacancies.

      Outwardly, the South appeared a conquered country. Its armies had been driven from the field. Its white supremacy government no longer existed. Many of its farms and plantations lay in disrepair. The economy was depleted.

      Their rifles had been stacked and uniforms exchanged for plain clothes. These warriors of the South were now mere men trying to rebuild their lives and fortunes. The South appeared in submission. But underneath, its pride, spirit, and sense of loyalty to its cause were still alive. The white South dreamed of reclaiming its identity and freedom.

      But would the Negro be integrated into this new Southern culture. They were given no land at the end of the War as they had hoped, and with no education, what would they do? Who would protect their new grant of freedom?

      Who would come forward and lead the South? Out of the ashes of war would someone with vision, mercy, and a feeling of justice for all step forward? Did the South have men such as these and would they be allowed to serve their country during these difficult times?

      1

      A GLIMPSE IN TIME

      With a loud backfire, the 1930 black t model ford came to a sliding halt sending a cloud of dust swirling through the air and across the porch of Herrington’s General store in Little Rock, Mississippi.

      “Whoaa, Popee! We almost ran into the steps,” exclaimed the young boy staring over at his great grandfather.

      Twisting in his seat to peer over the hood and evaluate the situation, the old man replied, “Didn’t even come close, Andy. I got plenty of room and do you have to call me by that name?”

      “I like the name Popee and I already have a Papa and a Grandpaw. I guess I’m just running out of names,” the young lad said smiling.

      “Well, I’ve been called a lot worse during my lifetime. I guess I can live with it,” laughed the old man as he reached for the door handle. “Let’s go get us a cool soda, Andy. This heat is beginning to get to me.”

      The boy reached for the old man’s hand. “This store is kinda run down. Where are we anyway? This place looks too small to be a town.”

      Once again the man chuckled as he slowly stepped down from the automobile. “Town, no, it’s too small for that, maybe a village. It’s had several names through the years. Some called it Riversville and others Coontail, but it finally just became Little Rock.”

      Satisfied with the explanation, the lad jumped down from the automobile and bounded up the steps that led to the entrance of the store. While opening the door, the boy paused and looked back. “Watch those steps, Popee. And you did almost hit the porch. Mama says you’re getting too old to be driving one of these things.”

      Reaching for the handrail, the man grumbled, “I’m doing just fine and your mama talks too much.” Reaching the top step, he stopped to get his breath and continued, “and don’t call me that name so loud. There’s folks around.”

      The boy laughed and hurried inside.

      Standing there in the warm July sunshine, the old man paused and carefully scanned the area. Up the street he saw a large frame church with a tall steeple which brought back memories of throngs of people filing out of the large entrance way, shaking hands, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company as they shared their past week’s experiences with friends and neighbors. Children scampered here and there chasing one another, making the horses and mules harnessed to the buggies and wagons nervous.

      Turning his attention to the other side of the village he saw the old blacksmith shop across the street much as he had remembered. Down near the creek the water-powered mill lay in ruins. Progress had taken its toll.

      Looking closer, he found that many new homes had been built in the village and the railroad had finally reached this little remote community. Along with the homes, there were now a cotton gin, a barbershop and several other stores along the main street.

      The dusty road awakened the image of a time when the stagecoach from Meridian would roll into town carrying travelers, goods and family mail; he remembered the excitement of possible visitors or hoped-for letters. It all seemed so long ago.

      Breaking the silence, a small voice echoed from inside. “Popee, you ought to see all this stuff! They have everything in this old dump.”

      Hurrying inside the old man found the boy standing in awe in the middle of the floor. Canned goods of every kind were stacked in shelves that rose to the ceiling and clothing on long racks ran the length of the building. Exposed beams were covered with smoked hams and sausages, and support braces holding up the roof were loaded with saddles, harnesses, bridles and every imaginable item needed for working animals.

      “Shuu.., not so loud,” said the old man grabbing the boy by the hand and leading him toward the counter at the back of the store.

      “But Popee, I ain’t never seen so much stuff like this. They have everything in the world in here. Look back there! They even got guns for sale,” the boy said pulling his great grandfather’s hand and leading him to the gun rack. “Will you buy me one of those? I bet I could shoot it. Mama said you were in the war and did a lot of shooting. Said you shot a bunch of Yankees. Can I hold one of ‘em?”

      Frowning down at the boy and leading

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