I’ve just finished reading, Freedom’s Child: The Life of a Confederate General’s Black Daughter by Carrie Allen McCray. It tells the story of McCray’s remarkable mother, the child of a former slave and Confederate general who goes on to become a lifelong activist for what she calls “full freedom” for black people.
Anyone following my blog knows that my great, great-grandmother Tempy Burton was a slave and had several children with her former owner, Col. W.R. Stuart, a confederate like McCray’s grandfather. (Stuart wasn’t a colonel in the Confederate Army, however. This honorary title probably came from his association with a fraternal order).
Our parallel ancestries are crazy on their own (the hypocrisy of fighting to preserve slavery while fathering children with slaves still makes my eyes cross), but the places where our own lives connect is really wild:
- The author spent most of her life in the same town that I live in now. I pass her family home just about every day.
- Before moving to New Jersey, she lived in Lynchburg, Va. I’ve been traveling to a town just outside of Lynchburg annually for the past four years as part of a writing retreat.
- The person who lent me the book was my minister. It was a present to him from the writer. While McCray did not belong to my congregation, research for her book brought her there. Her mother collaborated on many anti-segregation causes with former ministers in my congregation.
I’m sorry I didn’t know about Ms. McCray before she died two years ago. How wonderful it would have been to meet her, perhaps here in our own town or down in Lynchburg during one of my writing retreats. I would have liked to thank her for her book. It’s both a moving tribute to her mother whose tireless efforts I continue to benefit from, (among other things, she helped integrate our town’s movie theaters) as well as an important addition to our country’s history.
You can read her obituary which includes a summary of her book here: