The People Could Fly

Read the following and then in this discussion, please respond to the prompt:

What do you believe the wings in "The People Could Fly" symbolize? Do they symbolize  Heaven? Or do they symbolize  Freedom?

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The People Could Fly

Hamilton, Virginia. “The People Could Fly.” The People Could Fly: American Black

They say the people could fly. Say that long ago in Africa, some of the people knew magic. Andthey would walk up on the air like climbin’ up on a gate. And they flew like blackbirds over thefields. Black, shiny wings flappin’ against the blue up there.Then, many of the people were captured for Slavery. The ones that could fly shed their wings.They couldn’t take their wings across the water on slave ships. Too crowded, don’t you know.The folks were full of misery, then. Got sick with the up and down of the sea. So they forgot aboutflyin’ when they could no longer breathe the sweet scent of Africa.Say the people who could fly kept their power, although they shed their wings. They looked thesame as the other people from Africa who had been coming over, who had dark skin. Say youcouldn’t tell anymore one who could fly from one who couldn’t.One such who could was an old man, call him Toby. And standin’ tall, yet afraid, was a youngwoman who once had wings. Call her Sarah. Now Sarah carried a babe tied to her back. Shetrembled to be so hard worked and scorned.The slaves labored in the fields from sunup to sundown. The owner of the slaves callin’ himselftheir Master. Say he was a hard lump of clay. A hard, glinty coal. A hard rock pile, wouldn’t bemoved. His Overseer on horseback pointed out the slaves who were slowin’ down. So the onecalled Driver cracked his whip over the slow ones to make them move faster. That whip was aslice-open cut of pain. So they did move faster. Had to.Sarah hoed and chopped the row as the babe on her back slept.Say the child grew hungry. That babe started up bawling too loud. Sarah couldn’t stop to feedit. Couldn’t stop to soothe and quiet it down. She let it cry. She didn’t want to. She had no heartto croon to it.“Keep that thing quiet,” called the Overseer. He pointed his finger at the babe. The womanscrunched low. The Driver cracked his ship across the babe anyhow. The babe hollered like anyhurt child, and the woman fell to the earth.The old man that was there, Toby, came and helped her to her feet.“I must go soon,” she told him.“Soon,” he said.Sarah couldn’t stand up straight any longer. She was too weak. The sun burned her face. Thebabe cried and cried, “Pity me, oh, pity me,” say it sounded like. Sarah was so sad and starvin’,she sat down in the row.“Get up, you black cow,” called the Overseer. He pointed his hand, and the Driver’s whipsnarled around Sarah’s legs. Her sack dress tore into rags. Her legs bled onto the earth. Shecouldn’t get up.Toby was there where there was no one to help her and the babe.“Now before it’s too late,” panted Sarah.“Now, Father!”“Yes, Daughter, the time is come,” Toby answered. Go, as you know how to go!”He raised his arms, holding them out to her.“Kum…yali, kum buba tambe,” and more magic words, said so quickly, they sounded likewhispers and sighs.The young woman lifted one foot on the air. Then the other. She flew clumsily at first, with thechild now held tightly in her arms. The she felt the magic, the African mystery. Say she rose justas free as a bird. As light as a feather.The Overseer rode after her, hollerin’. Sarah flew over the fences. She flew over the woods.Tall trees could not snag her. Nor could the Overseer. She flew like an eagle now, until she wasgone from sight. No one dared speak about it. Couldn’t believe it. But it was, because they thatwas there saw that it was.Another and another fell from the heat. Toby was there. He cried out to the fallen and reachedhis arms out to them. “Kum kunka yali, kum…tambe!” Whispers and sighs. And they too rose onthe air. They rode the hot breezes. The ones flyin’ were black and shinin’ sticks, wheelin’above the head of the Overseer. They crossed the rows, the fields, the fences, the streams, andwere away.“Seize the old man!” cried the Overseer. “I heard him say the magic words. Seize him!”The one callin’ himself Master come runnin’. The Driver got his ship ready to curl around oldToby and tie him up. The slave owner took his hip gun from its place. He meant to kill old blackToby.But Toby just laughed Say he threw back his head and said, “Hee, hee! Don’t you know who Iam? Don’t you know some of us in this field?” He said it to their faces. “We are ones who fly!”And he sighed the ancient words that were a dark promise. He said them all around to the otherin the field under the whip,…buba yali…buba tambe…”There was a great outcryin’. The bent backs straighten up. Old and young who were calledslaves and could fly joined hands. Say like they would ring-sing. But they didn’t shuffle in acircle. They didn’t sing. They rose on the air. They flew in a flock that was black against theheavenly blue. Black crows or black shadows. It didn’t matter, they went so high. Way above theplantation, way over the slavery land. Say they flew away to Free-dom.And the old man, old Toby, flew behind them, takin’ care of them. He wasn’t cryin’. He wasn’tlaughin’. He was the seer. His faze fell on the plantation where the slave who could not flywaited.“Take us with you!” Their looks spoke it, but they were afraid to shout it. Toby couldn’t takethem with him. Hadn’t the time to teach them to fly. They must wait for a chance to run.“Goodie-bye!” the old man called Toby spoke to them, poor souls! And he was flyin’ gone.So they say. The Overseer told it. The one called Master said it was a lie, a trick of the light.The Driver kept his mouth shut.The slaves who could not fly told about the people who could fly to their children. When theywere free. When they sat close before the fire in the free land, they told it. They did so lovefirelight and Free-dom, and tellin’.They say that the children of the ones who could not fly told their children. And now, me, I havetold it to you. 

African-American English: From The Hood to the Amen Corner

Do you agree with Smitherman that Black English started in the church? Discuss in detail.

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