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Friday, July 11, 2025

Apologies for My Absence: A Quick Update

Hope this message finds you well. I want to sincerely apologize for my absence over the past month. Life threw some unexpected challenges my way, including a health issue that needed my attention and managing things with my kids. 

I appreciate your understanding and patience during this time. Now that things are settling down, I'm back and eager to share more content with you. Thank you for sticking around, and I can’t wait to catch up with you all!

Warm regards,  
Rosie

A Mother’s Heartbreak: The Tragic Murder of Cyrus Carmack-Belton



As a Black mother of eight, with three of my children being sons, the recent tragedy surrounding the murder of 14-year-old Cyrus Carmack-Belton has struck a chord deep within my soul. This gut-wrenching incident is not just another headline; it is a piercing reminder of the reality my sons, and countless other Black boys, face every day in America. It is a stark illustration of how quickly an innocent life can be extinguished under a cloud of suspicion, racism, and vigilante justice.

Cyrus was accused of stealing four water bottles—an accusation that was proven false by surveillance footage. Yet, instead of calling the authorities to handle the situation, Rick Chow, the convenience store owner, took it upon himself to enact what he perceived as justice. This was not justice; it was blatant racism, fueled by fear and prejudice. The reality is that Cyrus didn’t steal anything. He merely touched the bottles and placed them back. In any civilized society, this interaction would have ended there, but instead, it escalated to a fatal confrontation.

The choice to chase and shoot a child in the back is nothing short of cold-blooded murder. As Sheriff Leon Lott poignantly stated, “You don’t shoot somebody in the back if he’s not a threat to you.” This is a truth that should resonate with every person, especially those in positions of authority. The systemic racism that allowed this to happen is a cancer in our society, and it must be eradicated.

I find myself thinking about Cyrus’s mother, about the joy he brought into her life, and the dreams she had for him. As a mother, I cannot fathom the pain she must feel knowing her son was taken from her in such a senseless manner. This could have been my child, or yours. The fear we carry as mothers of Black sons is a heavy burden, knowing that their innocence can be stripped away in an instant due to the color of their skin.

As a community, we must demand accountability. Rick Chow should face the maximum sentence allowed by law—nothing less. We cannot allow this to be another case where justice is served lightly, leaving families to mourn while perpetrators walk away with a slap on the wrist. This was not just a crime against Cyrus; it was a crime against humanity. 

Cyrus’s murder is reminiscent of the story of Latasha Harlins, whose life was cut short under similar circumstances. We cannot let history repeat itself. We must rise and demand change, not just for Cyrus, but for all our children. We need to ensure that their lives matter, that their futures are protected, and that they can grow up without the fear of being targeted for who they are.

Let us honor Cyrus’s memory by continuing to fight for justice. Let us demand that the system holds those accountable who take the lives of our children without hesitation. As a mother, I refuse to stand by and let this go unchallenged. We must ensure that no mother has to endure the heartbreak of losing a child to senseless violence again.

Cyrus, your life mattered. We will not forget you. We will fight for justice in your name, and we will strive for a future where no child has to fear for their life simply because of the color of their skin. It’s time for real change, and it starts with us.

This blog is inspired by the article written by Martie Bowser for Blavity.com on May 31, 2023.

Tuesday, July 8, 2025

From the Depths of Despair: The Unyielding Spirit of Mary Lumpkin and the Birth of a University


As an African American, learning about the horrors endured by our ancestors never gets easier. It’s a pain that seeps into your bones, a sickness in your gut. And the story of Mary Lumpkin and the infamous Lumpkin's Jail hits particularly hard. It’s a stark reminder of the barbaric cruelty our people faced, a cruelty embodied by white men who saw us as property, not people.
Robert Lumpkin was one of those men. A notorious slave trader, he operated a living hell in Richmond, Virginia, known as "The Devil's Half Acre." Thousands of Black souls were bought, sold, and tortured within its walls. And it’s here, in this place of unspeakable suffering, that Mary Lumpkin, an enslaved woman, was forced to live, to endure, and to survive.
The idea that this man, who inflicted such monstrous pain on so many, would also marry a Black woman—Mary Lumpkin—and father her children is almost too much to bear. It’s a twisted, grotesque testament to the absolute power dynamic of slavery, where even the most intimate relationships were corrupted by ownership and violence. Imagine the unimaginable burden on Mary, forced to bear children by her enslaver, knowing the precariousness of their existence, constantly fighting for their freedom.
But here’s where Mary Lumpkin's story transforms from one of pure agony to one of breathtaking triumph. Amidst the dehumanization, the rapes, the forced pregnancies, Mary Lumpkin somehow, miraculously, maintained her spirit and her agency. She made a pact with the devil himself, ensuring her children's freedom, educating them, and sending them away from the clutches of slavery before the war. She even offered quiet acts of defiance and kindness, providing comfort to other suffering souls in that hellhole.
And then, a twist of fate so profound it feels divinely orchestrated: upon Robert Lumpkin’s death, Mary inherited the very jail that had been a monument to his evil. Think about that for a moment. The woman who had been brutalized within its walls, who had seen her people bought and sold there, became its owner.
What did she do with this symbol of oppression? She didn't dwell in its shadow. She didn't seek revenge in kind. Instead, in an act of extraordinary vision and hope, she leased the property to a white Baptist minister and abolitionist, Nathaniel Colver. His purpose? To establish a school for newly freed African Americans.
The “Devil’s Half Acre” was reborn as the Richmond Theological School for Freedmen, eventually becoming Virginia Union University (VUU), one of our nation's most vital Historically Black Colleges and Universities. The very ground where our ancestors were enslaved became consecrated ground for their liberation through education.
Mary Lumpkin's actions were not just practical; they were revolutionary. She literally transformed a site of immense trauma into a beacon of knowledge, empowerment, and freedom. For too long, her pivotal role in this incredible transformation was overlooked, yet her legacy is undeniable. She is the mother of VUU, a testament to the unyielding spirit of Black women, who, despite facing the absolute worst of humanity, found ways to carve out a future for their people.
As African Americans, her story is a painful reminder of the past, but it is also an incredibly powerful source of inspiration. It shows us that even in the darkest of times, hope can bloom, and that the resilience of our ancestors can turn sites of sorrow into springs of salvation.

Embracing Our History: The Deep Significance of Lumpkin's Jail


  Introduction
As a Black person living in America, the history of Lumpkin's Jail resonates deeply within me. This site, located in Richmond, Virginia, stands as a stark reminder of the pain, suffering, and resilience of our ancestors. Known as the Richmond Slave Jail, it is not just a relic of the past; it is a monument to the struggles that have shaped who we are today. Join me as I reflect on the profound impact of Lumpkin's Jail and what it means for our collective identity.

The Birth of a Dark Chapter
Constructed in the early 19th century, Lumpkin's Jail was a place where the dreams of countless Black men, women, and children were snuffed out. It was more than just a holding facility; it was a prison of despair. Enslaved individuals were crammed into dark, dank cells, stripped of their dignity, and reduced to mere commodities. Each corner of this jail bears witness to the anguish and heartbreak of my ancestors, who endured unimaginable suffering in the pursuit of freedom.

A Breeding Ground of Human Tragedy
Tragically, Lumpkin's Jail was also a breeding ground for enslaved people, a grim reality that reflects the depths of human commodification. The forced reproduction of our ancestors turned their lives into a profit-driven enterprise, stripping them of their agency and humanity. This painful aspect of our history serves as a reminder of the resilience and strength that has carried us through generations.

  Personal Reflections: Stories of Our Ancestors
As I think about the lives lived within Lumpkin's Jail, I am filled with both sorrow and pride. Each story of heartbreak is a testament to the indomitable spirit of our people. Families were torn apart, futures were extinguished, yet through it all, our ancestors maintained their hope and resilience. Their strength inspires me to honor their legacy and to continue the fight for justice and equality.

  A Journey Toward Healing and Remembrance
Today, Lumpkin's Jail stands not only as a historical site but as a space for healing and remembrance. Initiatives aimed at commemorating those who suffered within its walls remind us of the importance of acknowledging our past. As we engage with this history, we forge connections to our ancestors, ensuring that their stories are not forgotten but celebrated.

  Conclusion: Embracing Our Legacy
Reflecting on the legacy of Lumpkin's Jail is a deeply personal journey for me. It serves as a reminder of the struggles my ancestors faced and the resilience they embodied. Acknowledging the brutal realities of slavery is essential for our healing and growth as a community. By honoring their stories, we empower ourselves to carry forward their legacy of strength, courage, and hope.

  Call to Action
If this post speaks to you, I encourage you to share it with others. Let’s keep the conversation alive about our history and the impact it has on our present and future. Together, we can ensure that the voices of our ancestors continue to resonate, guiding us toward a more just and equitable world.


Apologies for My Absence: A Quick Update

Hope this message finds you well. I want to sincerely apologize for my absence over the past month. Life threw some unexpected challenges my...