Black Americans Are No Less Than the Physical Embodiment of American Freedom

In Gettysburg, Pennsylvania in May of 2005 seven friends and myself rolled our Harleys into Gettysburg. We showed up at our motel and washed, rested a bit and then went for dinner as a group. We had a lot of fun chatter and genuine camaraderie to spill over unto each other. We had just completed a journey of twelve hundred plus miles in three days and one of those days was largely spent at the crash site of flight 93 at "The Field in Pennsylvania", as it has come to be known. We spent some time talking to the one eyewitness to the horror of that day in September of 2001 as that plane swept over, around, upside down and into a flaming grave.

America is a story to tell if nothing else of how hard, difficult and trying times are to preclude any success. My wonderful date, who will become my wife later this year and I left our companions the next morning early and rode together to the other "Farmer's Field in Pennsylvania", known as Gettysburg. The wonder of the energy on that sprawling piece of real estate is remarkable to say the very least. We went in "blind" as I call a random approach to a thing of gigantic proportions where one would think the usual course would be to have a plan. I chose that we would approach the first day solely as a tribute to the lives, blood, tears, sweat and sheer determination that were spent there that year of 1863 where over the course of three days 58,000 lives were lost and countless more were forever changed and the course of freedom for all people the world over was eternally altered.

The cannons on the hilltops set quiet today. As we looked thru the sights of them we could see with our mind's eyes the images sure as day that played out in front of the cannoneers as they laid fire over the fields. I thought about how the freedom of men and women was won on those fields. It was there that the designs of the master were carried to fruition.