In 2005, I thought that it was about time that we started the conversation: about who we are, and where we came from:
Time to differentiate ourselves from Emma Lazarus' "... huddled masses, longing to be free..." (of the 20th Century).
Recognizing that, more often than not, perception creates a reality of it's own.
Amelia Evans Greene
Almeter Drakeford Harris
Ruth McCarley Harris and daughter Bobbi Harris Burkes
Frank Harris Sr. 1954
Johnnie Harris Jr. 1953
LJ Harris-1945
Oscar Harris 1945
Lela-Mae Harris 52'
Walker Jones 1950 (est.)
Sunman, Bigmama, & Johnnie Lee 1979
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_ Graduate of the Barney School of Business, University of Hartford, 1983
_Graduate of Central Connecticut State
_ former bodybuilder au naturel.
_ insurance underwriter turned social historian.
Sunday, December 13, 2009 at 11:02AM 
I can recall working in the cotton fields and hearing my father, grandfather, and uncles singing an old numerican spiritual that included the words:
"...no more crying over me, cause before I'd be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave; and go home to my lord and be free..."
Now don't ask me why they were singing that, because I don't remember.
All I really remember is not wanting to be a slave.
Doshia Greene Bowling
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