My Americas Roots

By Charlie Dean Jr

This book is intended to update the many individuals that may not know that much about Black history, especially about the begining of the slavery with the first ten black given to the Spaniards on their voyage around the coast of Africa in 1442, when the first contact was made with the Moors. Some Moors was captured by an officer with the Spainard first expidetion around the Atlantic coast of Africa, as that officer was directed to carry those Moors back to Africa; in exchange for them he received ten blacks and a quantity of gold dust. These ten blacks and their ancestors were the beginning of the slave trade in the Americas and may it be known that many lives of young African Natives were lost durning their ship voyages to the new world beginning in the early 1500s.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499050523

Charlie Dean Jr

CHARLIE DEAN Jr., is a graduate of Alcorn A&M College (now Alcorn State University) in Mississippi. After serving in the United States Army, he earned a B.S. in trade and industrial education (pipefitting). A former government employee, and is now a retired security guard, and now resides in Georgia where he likes to write , bowl and play golf and have a website www.swingitstraight.com. He is also a member of the CAMBRIDGE WHO’S WHO CLUB, Membership ID 1144274.

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Copyright © 2014 by Charlie Dean Jr.

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Contents

Bibliography

Introduction

These Words Of Our Father

Slavery Before & After The Americas

Slavery In The United States

New World Destination

My Americas Roots

Slavery And Some Presidents

Relocated To Friars Point, Mississippi

The N-Word

Bibliography

1965 TO PRESENT EDITIONS, Encyclopaedia Britannica, Inc.

Chicago/London/Toronto/Geneva/Rome/Sydney/Tokyo/Auckland/Paris/Seoul/Manila/Madrid.

Webster’s New World Dictionary, Second and Third Editions, Cleveland and New York.

Introduction

I Charlie Dean Junior, the son of a Mississippi Delta Sharecropper, was born prematurely from the womb of a teen mom somewhere along the dusty and muddy turn roads that led through and from the many land owners fields where the cotton grew plenty, and the body’s sores, aches and pains were plenty; just before the GREAT DEPRESSION. After my premature birth; according to my teen mom, I was kept in the hospital a few days before being released and taken to my grandmother’s or Big Ma Ma’s house as I later learn to say; for intense and tender loving care. My teen mom later said that I was the tiniest baby that she has ever seen.

It is not my intention to bring disappointment to the many that have a resistant to the N-Word, however, back in the day, in the Mississippi Delta, the N-WORD as I have been told and later learned, was used frequently by many especially the average Black person when in the present of other Blacks, and as I grew, I was called the N-Word on many occasions by my relatives and many others, even as a tiny little baby it is without a doubt; that I was called by some The tiniest little N-Word that they had ever seen. It is impossible for anyone to know the exact beginning of the N-WORD, and as long as I have lived moving from place to place, and from State to State I have been associated with the N-Word on many occasions. There will be more about the N-Word at the conclusion of this writing.

My teen mom later said that she, my sister and me remained at my big mama’s house a few weeks before returning home to that old brown rusty tin roof house setting on a hill with a dirt road running below and frequently by many farm wagons pulled by mules, along with a tee model ford passing by every once in a great while; where our father was anxiously waiting.

Naturally our father was pleased upon our return, and later my sister and I was taken each work day to an old cotton pin and place in a protective shelter from the insects and roaming animals; as our parents worked away and back, to that old cotton pin. Our parents would make a check upon my sister and me at each return, and naturally their lunch hour was spent with my sister and me. At this time in history, most sharecropping families had to take their little ones to the work place, because all family members were expected to be at work in the fields with very few exceptions. Mississippi Delta where the cotton grew plenty, long was the day, short was the night; and pay were with pennies if any, the bug bites were oh so plenty. Day after day I could hear my father pray, Lord help us through another day! Life on any farm may be arduous depend on its size, but farm life in the Delta was hard, and with many cries. Without the moonlight, it was hard to see ones hands before their face, and on a moonless nights with many falls we had to pay, but with my father’s lantern light; we could see on the darkest of night.

My sister and I was taken and left at this old cotton pin and left each work day for the next few years as long as my teen mom and father lived together. I can remember being taken to that old cotton pin each day before sunrise; because each work day began at sunrise, and ended at sunset. Life on the farm while working from sunup to sundown while caring for two babies later became too great of a task for my teen mom, therefore, she soon asked her parents for some money for a bus ticket that would take her far enough away so that my father could not find her, because if my father could have located her; he would have insisted upon her return. My teen’s mom parents soon gave our teen mom bus fare that later took her to the State of Missouri, where she remain until my sister and I became teenagers.

These Words Of Our Father

The words of our father told to my sister and I at the ages of three and five, as these were the ages when we had begun remembering and understanding many of the things as they occurred about us from day to day. The words of our father began with these words (Don’t Get Bitten by the Same Snake Twice) and always remember that a snake is a snake, poison and none poison; also the so called snakes in the grass, especially the two- legged ones that are sure to cause you harm at some point in the days and years to come. These were the words told to my sister and me, at early ages by our father, who thought that we were old enough to understand some of the things as they might have occurred about us from day to day. My sister was almost two years older than me, which meant that she could grasp the meaning of our father’s words clearer than I.

In the Mississippi Delta, where the white majority ruled with many types of crawling snakes, especially those two legged filled with ill intent to spread segregated venom and oppression. Therefore, we were told to be careful in the present of all snakes. Remember the two legged snakes will come in the present of individuals and organizations that will bring harm and or disappointments from their actions. Remember when going from place to place, never talk to strangers or take any gifts unless you are in the present of a parent or guardian.

There will be times when each of you will be confronted with chores and ideas that you must learn how to solve for yourself, and always do your best to solve them to the best of your abilities. Also remember that you will make errors in your judgments and remember to give in from time to time, but never up. Because giving in only means that you recognize your mistake and that you will make every effort for corrections, however, if you give up, that can only mean that you are not willing to keep trying, and remember that into each life there are sure to be trials and errors; but don’t give up trying until all efforts has been completed to the best of your knowledge and abilities to solve whatever the problems.

After our teen mom took to the road, my father who lost his mother to the dreadful disease of tuberculosis at an early age, that left him to live with his father and many other brothers and one sister, therefore, at an early age, my father said that he decided to take to the roadways hopping freight trains and any mode of transportation that would take him to the city of Chicago, Illinois. Upon