GARDENING ON THE RUN
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- Gardening in the Tropics for us
- meant a plot hatched quickly,
- hidden deep in forest or jungle,
- run to ground behind palisade or
- palenque, found in cockpit, in
- quilombo or cumbe. In Hispaniola,
- where they first brought me
- in 1502 in Ovando's fleet,
- as soon as we landed I absconded
- and took to the forest. Alone,
- I fell in with runaways who
- didn't look like me though
- (I took this as a sign) their
- bodies were stained black (with
- grey markings) – in mourning
- they said, for the loss of their
- homeland, else they would have
- been painted red. The bakras
- called them wild Indians, me they
- called runaway, maroon, cimaroon.
- No matter what they called, I
- never answered. As fast as they
- established plantations and brought
- millions like me across the sea,
- in chains, to these lands, the
- dread of mutilation, starvation,
- transportation, or whip, counted
- less than the fear of life
- under duress in the Americas.
- The brave ones abandoned plantation
- for hinterland, including women
- with children and others waiting
- to be born right there in the
- forest (many mixed with Indian),
- born to know nothing but warfare
- and gardening on the run. With
- the children, no opportunity
- to teach lessons was ever lost;
- nothing deflected them from
- witnessing:
- Copena, charged with and convicted
- with marronage . . . is sentenced to
- having his arms, legs, thighs, and
- back broken on a scaffold to be erected
- in the Place du Port. He shall then
- be placed on a wheel, face toward
- the sky, to finish his days, and
- his corpse shall be exposed. Claire,
- convicted of the crime of marronage
- and of complicity with maroon Negroes,
- shall be hanged till dead at the gallows
- in the Place du Port. Her two young
- children, Paul and Pascal, belonging
- to M. Coutard, and other children
- – Francois and Batilde, Martin and
- Baptiste ¬– all accused of marronage,
- are condemned to witness the torture
- of Copena and Claire.
- Some have said that compared
- to many, when my time came, I
- got off lightly. The first time
- they recaptured me they cut off
- my ears and branded me with a
- fleur de lys on my right shoulder.
- I ran away again. The second time,
- they branded me on the left side
- and hamstrung me. I crawled back
- to the forest. The third time,
- they put me to death. Released
- from all my fears now I feel free
- to enter their dreams and to say:
- You might kill me but you'll never
- bury me. Forever I'll walk all
- over the pages of your history.
- Interleaved with the stories
- of your gallant soldiers –
- marching up the mountainside
- in their coats of red, running
- back (what's left of them) with
- their powder wet, their pride
- in tatters, their fifes and drums
- muted, their comrades brutally
- slain by the revolting savages
- (who cowardly used guerrilla
- tactics, sorcery, stones for shot,
- and wooden replicas for rifles)
- – you will be forced at least
- to record the presence of their
- (largely absent) adversaries:
- from Jamaica, Nanny of the
- Windw ard Maroons, Cudjoe and
- Accompong who forced the English
- to sign treaties; in Mexico,
- Yanga and the town of San Lorenzo
- de los Negroes; all the palenques
- of Cuba; in Hispaniola, le Maniel;
- the Bush Negroes of Suriname;
- the many quilombos of Brazil,
- including the Black Republic
- of Palmares. And so on . . .
- Although for hundreds of years
- we were trying to stay hidden,
- wanting nothing more than to be
- left alone, to live in peace,
- to garden, I've found
- no matter what you were
- recording of plantations and
- settlements, we could not be
- omitted. We are always there
- like some dark stain
- in your diaries and notebooks, your
- letters, your court records,
- your law books – as if we had
- ambushed your pen. Now I have
- time to read (and garden), I
- who spend so many years in disquiet,
- living in fear of discovery,
- am amazed to discover, Colonist,
- it was you who feared me. Or
- rather, my audacity. Till now,
- I never knew the extent to which
- I unsettled you, imposer of order,
- tamer of lands and savages,
- suppressor of feeling, possessor
- of bodies. You had no option
- but to track me down and
- re-enslave me, for you saw me
- out there as your own unguarded
- self, running free.
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