<TITLE>07. Par 27-31</TITLE>L-27 And they used to bring them slaves over and sell them. And you could buy them like you do a used car on the car lot. Brokers would go by and buy them up. And they'd go into the plantations and swap them. Have a great big heavy-set man, and maybe his wife's a little spindly woman, why, they just buy a--a bigger woman and breed this big man to this big woman to make bigger slaves, like cattle. You mean that would please God? No, sir. No man can be a Christian and believe in slavery.
Sometime ago in a certain museum I was walking one day. I seen an old colored man with just a little rim of hair around his head and white like wool on a sheep. And he was looking on. He had his hat in his hand, and after while he looked over at a little glass thing, and he jumped back real quick. The tears went rolling down his cheeks, and he went... Looked like he was praying. I watched the old fellow for a few minutes; I walked up to him. I said, "Uncle," I said, "what's the--what's the--the praying about? What excited you?"
He looked at me real strange. He said, "I was thanking God."

L-28 I said, "Thanking God for what may I ask?" I said, "I'm a minister. I'd like to know what it is. I just watched you."
He said, "Come here." Said, "Looky there."
I said, "I don't see nothing but a dress, a woman's dress."
He said, "But see that stain on there?"
"Yes."
He said, "That's the blood of Abraham Lincoln." He said, "If you could put your hands around my side, you'd feel the marks of the slave belt." He said, "That blood took the slave belt off of me."
I thought, "If a Negro could feel that way about the blood of Abraham Lincoln that took the slave belt off of him, what ought a Christian to do when he sees the Blood of Jesus Christ Who took his soul from hell, his soul from slavery, the things of the world. Why would we go back and be the devil's slave again?"

L-29 They used to buy these colored people with a... get a deed form just like you would or bill of sale. One day a broker came by a certain plantation, and he said in this plantation. He said, "Got any slaves to sell?"
Said, "Oh, I got about a hundred out here. So you might look them over. Maybe we'd do some trading."
And they... The people when they come from their homeland over here from Africa, they were--they were sorry, and they were sad. They'd whip them to make them work, take a big whip and beat them to make work. They didn't want to work, 'cause they had no courage to work. They were just out of courage.

L-30 And they noticed while this broker was walking around, there was one fine looking, big, strong fellow, young fellow. They didn't have to whip him. He had his chest out, his chin up. He was right up and going.
So the broker said, "Say, I'd like to buy that slave."
But the owner said, "He's not for sale."
He said, "Is he the boss over all the rest of them?"
He said, "No, he's a slave."
Said, "Is he a..." Said, "Maybe you--you feed him a little different from the rest of them."
Said, "No. They all eat out there in the galley together."
Said, "What makes him so much different than the other slaves?"

L-31 He said, "I often wondered too, till I found out about it." He said, "You see, over in the homeland his father is a king of the tribe. And though he's an alien, yet he knows he's a son of a king and he conducts himself like one."
If a Negro in slavery could know that his father was a king of a tribe, what kind of a conduct ought a man or a woman that knows that God's our King, though we're aliens walking here in this land, pilgrims and strangers professing that we're Abraham's seed. We're looking for a city whose Builder and Maker is God which will come someday.


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