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The Coronation of a "Nacked Queen Zabette"

"Her loving slave master".... "enterprising African queen".....is this what our hybrid genes must now allow us to accept and be proud of?

Reading this story, it is easy to ignore the atrocities of slavery and conclude that "there were benefits to be had from this exercise in human degradation (a revisionist approach to obtuse factual presentation, if I may say so). In fact, I have seen this exact aguement made on another forum. Similarly, I have read of another that pointed to History, showing Germany as having the best economic growth during the reign of the Third Reich with unemployment being at its lowest. The same can be said of our Grenada during our period of "Heavy Manners" and mass incarcerations.

But on point, one can ague, if there were really such thing as a "Free Black Woman" in the real sense of the phrase during the slave period leading up to 1788.

Did "Queen Zabette" had the rights of refusal during intercourse (sexual or otherwise) with Massa DeCoteaux? Or was she just a tortured soul, condemned to his quarters from an early age, probably no more than fifteen at the behest of her Massa. Did she ever had a chance to estroll the virtues of that "good life" while being subjugated? Or did she openly express her love and affection for the man who had spared her from the torturous life of a "field slave".

How does History account for these possibilities? And in the case of Madam Zabette, the Slave environment surrounding her made all this highly possible and begs for more answers.

This brief account of what must have been a segmented facet of her life becomes suspect, as her claim to fame was a result of "her being paid", most likely now that Massa DeCoteaux had realized that the Kingdom of Heaven would have no such accomadations for the likes of him, as he stood in line behind the Camel....pardoning the biblical reference . One may ask, even though Miss Zabette may have enbarked on her entrepreneurial mission (a Slave Owner herself, no doubt) could she have been one of the countless cases of rape or possible prostitution that resulted in her having two children, who most likely had become Massas themselves?And while we are at it, should we proceed with the corrination of making her "Queen" when she aided, abated and facilitated the Slavery establishment that kept her own people in chains? and worse yet, without making any sacrifices or atonement to the struggle?

"Don't cry for her"!? Oh no! She needed lots of tears, prayers and "more God", none of which would have been enough to erase this stain on humanity. Imagine if her own Brothers and sisters, (the less fortunate) were paid their just due of 4k pounds for their work and 12K pounds for each child, what would have become of us today.Madam Zabette riches was a result of the blood, sweat, tears, whip and chain that our Forefathers had to endure .

And again, with my hybrid genes, these few lines of mine should serve to remind her from whence she came.

I call it "A Slave Call to the God of Destiny"

Oh Lord! oh God!, bring down thy wrath on those wretched ones who must continue to deny our existences as we lay here alone, along that journey of the unknown, somewhere below the bottom of this earth.

See us! men, women and children too, who look like me and you, naked as we were born, all shackled in Necks and Ankles. Our flesh, torn and bruised by the sharpened edge of the metal that kept us bound together like Sardines in a can.

The mourn; the groan; the darkened hole which must be the hell of which our Forefathers spoke, lit only by the shadows of the Devil, with lance and whip in hand, while speaking in broken tongue.

The stench of rotting flesh; the dried-up blood from the "womens' monthly", caked in a brine of vomit and excretion; disturbed only by the occasional buckets of cold sea water, dashed! in our faces, the salty taste we did not recognize.

Like pigs at a Trough we were fed the poison of maggoted salted meat while being beaten at the Devil's hand; the beast of burden we have become.

Monsieur Louison from the French Quarters