Moving West




It was Providence that brought them together, a boy from the lower East Side slums and a girl from one of the best Mexican families in the Republic of Texas. The West needed settlers and strong backs to do the work and tattered recruitment posters lured many a person seeking a way out. To agree to the terms was to become a slave of sorts to the company but that was a leap above the conditions most faced in the teeming ghettos. Room and board was priceless and if the scrip was nearly worthless that didn’t mean a cunning street urchin couldn’t run circles around the overseers used to dealing with Indians and Colored folk. But her now, that was as far beyond him as the belles on Park Avenue had been; not because he was poor, but because he was white. There was no doubt her father would seek to execute him when her ‘condition’ became clear but what could he really do?

By Rose Dewy Knickers

September 17th, 2008


19 thoughts on “Moving West

  1. This is an interesting perspective. We think of racism as they way whites look at others… but it works the other way, too. And, oh, the troubles their child will face.

  2. Racism is not just a “black” and “white” issue. During the 1950s, I had occasion to know a poor black woman, the mother of nine children. It was a mutual friendship. I needed a bit of help in the house from time to time and she had children old enough to care for their younger brothers and sisters. We had little in the way of cash, but plenty in the way of milk, eggs, meat and vegetables from the garden. We had neighbors up the road. . . a Japanese husband and his German wife, both educated, intelligent and likable. To my surprise, my black friend thought the union to be “beneath” her. Go figure.

  3. I have never seen this part of racism… and to come think about it… it is so very true!

    I wish we could just be humans for awhile.

    Very nicely done!

    Take Care -Veens

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