Natchez National Historical Park

Natchez was the second largest slave market in the US (after New Orleans), but almost nothing remains. From here, many were walked to plantations up the Natchez Trace. The park service recently acquired part of the ”Forks of the Road” slave market for an interpretive site, which includes the actual slave chains pictured above. The hand in the photo is of a woman who is planting flowers to beautify the site. She explained to me that she feels compelled to do something due to the profoundly disturbing history of tens of thousands of humans sold into bondage for generations. When she first arrived here, she had trouble sleeping, and she imagines the voices of the enslaved calling out for help.
She asked me if I thought that strange, and I said it was by far the best perspective I had heard today.

I had just finished touring the Melrose mansion in the park, and all the glamour of the place left me feeling quite ill. The home of a Pennsylvanian lawyer turned plantation owner, it has all the ostentatious luxury that money could buy, with slaves next to the barn, above the laundry and dairy, and in the basement, all trained to come running at the sound of a bell. And 350 slaves working on plantations out of sight. I had to ask about those 350 slaves who actually brought in the cotton, since the placards only described a few house slaves, “laughing” and enjoying their “leisure”. The other visitors had seen the TV shows and movies filmed in the well-preserved mansion, and they seemed impressed by the lifestyles of the rich and morally reprehensible.

I could only hear the bells ringing years ago, and later, I too heard the voices.

Cane River Creole National Historical Park

There was a storm coming when I took this photo of the Overseer’s House on Oakland Plantation which may help convey the dark, menacing sense of the place. I visited Magnolia Plantation years ago with my kids, and I remember the slave huts. This plantation illustrates a later period when most farms employed day laborers, but here they still had tenant farmers. The ranger euphemistically explained that they were technically “day laborers who just happened to live on the plantation”. The sign on the iron gate dates Oakland to 1821, but that’s just when the cotton plantation was renamed. The French first used slaves to plant cotton here in the 1790’s.

This site has poor signage, marking several places you can’t park but no entry sign for the actual parking lot around back. So I ended up driving around more than expected, and I noticed some African Americans living in run-down shacks right down the street from large new plantation-style homes complete with landscaped grounds, wrap-around porches and white colonnades. I think it shows an abysmal lack of sensitivity to or remorse over the centuries of mistreatment of slaves and laborers to intentionally choose to live in a plantation style house here, especially before investing in decent housing for the descendants of the victims.