Tuesday, April 5, 2022

On trauma, time, and healing




This past weekend, I walked the Richmond Slave Trail, a three mile route alongside the James river, from the Manchester Docks to downtown Richmond.  It was a spectacular day, sunshine, with temperatures in the 60s - a day to gather together. All along the river, there were many happy people fishing, families and friends of varied ethnicities and skin colors. I couldn't help but feel uplifted. 

Except for the history of the place, of course.

Which left me musing about healing...the trauma we inflict on others, how much pain there is in this world and how much pain there has been. Now there are these relentless and horrid scenes from Ukraine - the killing of innocent civilians, the destruction of homes, schools, land, life itself. 

Why in the world do we choose cruelty, ever?  

How long, how many generations, does it take to get through trauma? 

Does one, does a society, ever really get through trauma, with all its insidious future paths? 

Does land/place heal faster than people do? 




This sad musing led to this poem about my day in Richmond - 



Let's Gather at the River

today, 2022 -
rainbow of families welcoming the river
mothers fathers children in hand
sunhats coolers snacks to go
folding chairs and fishing rods 
plenty of sturgeon in the waters below
sun is bright wind is soft life is good here
come let’s gather at the river
the beautiful the beautiful river

anytime, sometime, other time, 1775 to 1865 -
packed up wedged in suffering on the boat
no mother no father no babies no more
day in day out darkness danger desperation
enslaved Africans at the James River
tied together chained shackled miles 
walking in a coffle along the river 
the beautiful the beautiful river 
to the slave market
come let’s gather at the river
the beautiful the beautiful river

how long 
to unhear the screams
to unsee the pain
to feel the wrong
to heal 

today, 2022 -
rainbow of families welcoming the river
the beautiful, the beautiful river
come let’s gather at the river










___________________





It's Tuesday and I am participating in the
 Slice of Life.  
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers, for creating this supportive community 
of teacher-writers!



7 comments:

  1. Your poem painted many vivid pictures -- of then and now. What a powerful homage to the suffering that took place on the trail... and how different it looks today.

    I've haven't spent much time in Richmond. My husband has a cousin down there so the next time we're down visiting her, I'll have to check this out. It's an important piece of history.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I think it is very impressive of the city of Richmond to memorialize this sad part of their history, to invite reflection and questions.

      Delete
  2. Maybe there can never be complete healing if we are to remember and reflect on a river’s beauty. Maybe we need the contrast of what was to appreciate what is. I wish I understood the cruelty that leads to the scorched earth we see in Ukraine. I think about how quickly what is beautiful can be laid to ruin and turned into d something visually horrifying.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes, so very quickly, what is beautiful can be laid to ruin. It is so painful and horrifying.

      Delete
  3. "Does land/place heal faster than people do?" I never thought about this but I think it is true. Vegetation regrows hiding the scars that marred the land. People have memories. We move on but do not and should not forget the atrocities man has done to his fellow man.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. And perhaps the healing land leads us towards more healing? Thank you for reflecting on this. We should not forget the atrocities we have perpetrated on others.

      Delete
  4. The pain inflicted on masses lives on in the following generations. Sometimes people aren't even aware of the collective memory in the blood stream and how much it influences the lives.

    ReplyDelete