Reading and writing in this section of the Forum can easily lead to despair...I often think bitterness ,hatred and the desire for vengeance are what drives most people...Then I read something in a book and it warms my heart instantly...I want to share my last such moment with you...
The time is sometime soon after April,1865...The Place St Paul's Episcopal Church,Richmond,USA...At the start of the Holly Communion a tall,well-dressed Black man sitting in the Negro section of the Church rose and walked to the communion table before any of the White parishioners...
"The congregation froze;those who had been ready to go forward and kneel at the altar rail remained fixed in their pews.Momentarily stunned,the Minister himself was clearly embarrassed. The horror- and the surprise- of the congregation were no doubt largely visceral,but The Minister's silent retreat was evident. It was one thing for the white South to endure defeat and poverty,or to accept tha fact that slaves were now free;it was quite another for a black man to stride up to the front of the church as though an equal. And not just any church,but here,at the sanctuary of Richmond's elite,the wealthy,the well-bred,the high-cultured.
The black man slowly lowered his body,kneeling,while the rest of the congregation tensed in their pews.For his part,the minister stood,clearly uncomfortable and still dumbfounded."
Then a tall, older man,one of the church's many distinquised communicants rose and walked proudly up to the chancel rail:
"...with quiet dignity and self-possession,he knelt down to partake of the communion,along the same rail with the black man...The other comminicants slowly followed in his path,going forward to the altar,and,with a mixture of reluctance and fear,hope and awkward expectation,into the future..."
And who was this distinguished gentleman???? No other than Robert E. Lee,the formidable Southern commander who months earlier was engaged in a bitter,blood-soaked struggle to maintain a way of life defined by Slavery ...a manifestly indecent ambition...
The quotes are from "April,1865: The Month that saved America" by Jay Winik