Harriet Tubman - Black History Month

Ever look up at the vast night sky and think to your self....

 

“Where’s the North Star again?”

 

I have - more times than I care to count.

 

When I was a child my father would take me into the back garden and show me the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper and then some trick of magic you could draw an imaginary line and find the North Star in the handle of the.... Big Dipper? no .... in the corner of the Little Dipper? You can see my problem.

 

I was/ am obsessed and I care/cared because I read all about the Underground Railway. The WALK TO FREEDOM.... at NIGHT... with NO ROADS and only this faint little star to guide me to freedom. THAT terrified me. I was exhausted at the thought, the roots popping out of the ground to trip me up, the prickly bushes there to scratch my legs, the fear of being caught the fear of the wrong direction, the fear of a rainy night to hold me where I was. I’d never make it, I’d wither at the thought, I would be too scared. In short, I was everything Harriet Tubman was NOT.

 

She followed the star, she braved the weather she walked the hundreds of miles and she got to freedom - only to put herself at risk again - and again. Putting the needs and fears of others above her own safety she was a conductor on the Underground Railroad ushering countless others to freedom. Freedom to know they their bodies were their own. That choices were theirs to make. Freedoms that are still being fought for by people today.

 

In this month of Black history, it’s time to do a few things;

 

1) To push for Harriet Tubman to continue her journey onto the 20 dollar bill.

 

2) To push for freedom of choice for all people, especially with decisions over their own bodies.

 

3) To go outside in the dark and look up. Look for the Northern Star. If you can find it ask yourself, could you really follow that for 100s of miles? 

 

Ms Tubman, we are so sorry your services were ever needed, but happy, with the safety of history, to share how remarkable you were.