June 20, 2010
Natchitoches, LA (pronounced Nakatish) is on the sleepy Cane River. It turns out to be quiet because it is not really a river anymore. It used to be the busy Red River but in the early 1800’s settlers cleared a major logjam and the Red River ended up cutting a new channel leaving this section stranded. It is now a really long skinny lake. A few miles downstream we visit the Cane River Creole Historic Park. The park consists of two former cotton plantations that time passed by. They are interesting but the heat and humidity here are killers of my curiosity.
These plantations started off as slave enterprises. After the Civil War most of the blacks stayed on the plantation as tenant farmers and sharecroppers. The brutal reality was that little changed when they converted to “voluntary” servitude. Today we call this predicament being chained to a “job”. I can relate. I had the same dream of wanting to shake loose the shackles of “the man”. Only a few days ago Aimee and I celebrated the fourth anniversary of our Emancipation Proclamation. Free at Last!
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