Ain't I a Woman
2020- 2023
These deeply personal pieces were created in response to learning that I had slaveholder roots buried deep in my family tree. I was born in the North, but moved to the south some thirty years ago. It was not until I began to research my ancestry that I discovered my ancient planter southern roots. Underneath those roots were buried the lives of generations of enslaved people, and into my karmic lineage fell the sudden and swift burden of that crime against humanity.
I have spent the past several years trying to come to terms with this unholy legacy; using my art practice to work through this emotional debt. I searched through generations of family documents and slave schedules to discover where my ancestors had lived and the numbers, though rarely the names, of the people who worked the land against their will. I used these found photographs, maps and documents to re-member and bring dignity to people robbed of their rightful stories. In this series of images I hope to bring to light these untold stories and pay my own form of soul reparations, however inadequate.
"Ain't I A Woman" speech by Sojourner Truth
Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that ‘twixt the Negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about? That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have plowed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain’t I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man – when I could get it – and bear the lash as well! And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?
Then they talk about this thing in the head; what’s this they call it? [member of audience whispers, “intellect”] That’s it, honey. What’s that got to do with women’s rights or Negroes’ rights? If my cup won’t hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?
Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ‘cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from?
From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.