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Horace And Rose: A Civil Rights Love Story

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( Condensed Excerpt)

Horace & Rose Gillison — A Civil Rights Love Story

For Black History Month, I want to honor two people whose legacy shaped not only my family, but the city of Richmond itself: Rev. Horace Gillison and Rose Gillison, my great-uncle and great-aunt. Their civil rights work did not always make headlines—but it changed systems.


Before they ever met, they came from very different worlds. Horace was a Virginia country boy with barely a sixth-grade formal education, big ideas, and—by most accounts—a big mouth. Others saw his limited schooling and dismissed him. Horace saw no limits at all. He believed doors were meant to be opened, systems challenged, and no one was qualified to tell him what could not be done.


Rose was polished and poised, barely grown, hailing from North Carolina before family loss dictated a move to Virginia to live with cousins. Where others saw Horace as rough around the edges, Rose became—for him—a beautiful princess of a challenge. And Horace loved a challenge.


Rose maintained a bail fund solely for Horace’s protests and sit-ins, understanding that resistance required preparation as much as courage. Horace challenged Richmond institutions like Thalhimers and Miller & Rhoads, demanding they hire college-educated Black women on their sales floors. He later took great joy in seeing that pressure bear fruit when I secured my first professional job in their credit offices—proof that justice delayed is not justice denied.


He rattled newspapers by insisting they run his ads—with his beautiful Black skin in all its glory—or face legal action. He was also arrested for earning a pilot’s license in Virginia and flying a plane to Culpeper so his mother could experience his joy of flight.

He was arrested again for attempting to sell a house to a Black family in the then all white neighborhood I now live in. He was rumored to have taken black families to house showings in rented limousines.

When Firestone Tire—a place where Black customers could barely purchase goods, let alone work—hired him as their first Black salesman, Horace did not simply succeed. He excelled.

Together, Horace and Rose ran soup kitchens, Christian charities, wig shops, and a modeling school that taught Black women poise, job readiness, and confidence—quietly fueling economic growth in local Black families. Rose’s porcelain beauty and charm made her the perfect choice to become one of the first Black spokespersons for Carnation Milk during the war. Horace ministered churches and broke corporate barriers as the first Black member of the Richfood board.

Their love story was just as intentional as their activism.

They met at a birthday party—for Horace’s then girlfriend. Upon seeing Rose, Horace declared, “That’s the woman I will marry.”

Rose did not make it easy. Before accepting his proposal, she handed him a list: get a good job, secure transportation, build a house. Each time Horace returned with a checkmark, she added another requirement—a lesson she later passed down to the women in our family: know your worth and make him work for it.

When Horace finally had enough, he arrived with friends, a new dress, and a pair of nylons—nearly impossible to find at the time—and dragged her to the courthouse.

They would reach their fiftieth wedding anniversary before Rose declared they finally had what she considered a proper wedding. Loving attended by 4 generations of the Gillison family

Though they never had biological children, Horace and Rose adopted two, fostered many more, and opened their lives wide enough to shape generations. Their influence rippled through the Gillison family and beyond—teaching love without limitation, legacy without bloodlines, and the quiet truth that family is often chosen, cultivated, and sustained by intention.

Lives, I believed patterned straight from the Bible;
“Learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression.” — Isaiah 1:17
“Let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.” — Amos 5:24
“Two are better than one… because they have a good reward for their labor.” — Ecclesiastes 4:9


Horace learned to do good and refused to wait for permission. Rose ensured that righteousness had structure and love behind it. Together, they made justice move.


BREADCRUMB
Justice does not roll on its own.
Someone has to push.
Someone has to prepare.
Someone has to stand side by side when the system pushes back.


Legacy does not always look like applause.
Sometimes it looks like a bail fund.
Sometimes it looks like insisting your image run in full color.
Sometimes it looks like flying anyway.


SALUTE
We see you, Rev. Horace Gillison and Rose Gillison — for seeking justice, correcting oppression, and laboring together so the stream would keep moving and building an extended family that walks in your shoes while still standing on your shoulders.

Bread Crumbs — for those coming after us.
Victorious without reward. Still here.



This is a condensed excerpt from the forthcoming work,

Horace and Rose: A Civil Rights Love Story.

Love,
Chelle
defygravitywithoutwings.com

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George Henry White: The Last Voice Before the Silence

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George Henry White (1852–1918) was the final African American to serve in the United States Congress at the close of Reconstruction. When he left office in 1901, Black representation in Congress disappeared for nearly three decades.

Born in Bladen County, North Carolina, to a free father and a mother who had been enslaved, White came of age in the uncertain promise of Reconstruction. He attended Freedmen’s schools, graduated from Howard University in 1877, became a teacher, then a lawyer, and entered public service during a narrow window when Black political participation was still possible in the South.

Elected to the U.S. House of Representatives in 1896 and reelected in 1898, he served as the only Black member of Congress during his tenure.

While in office, he:

• Introduced the first federal anti-lynching bill in 1900
• Spoke against voter suppression and racial violence
• Defended equal protection under the law
• Warned that disenfranchisement would wound the nation itself

As Jim Crow laws tightened and Black voters were systematically removed from the ballot, White chose not to seek reelection in a system engineered to silence his people.

On January 29, 1901, he delivered his farewell address. In it he declared:

“This… is perhaps the Negroes’ temporary farewell to the American Congress; but… Phoenix-like he will rise up some day and come again.”

It was not wishful thinking. It was vision.

Twenty-eight years later, Oscar Stanton De Priest returned Black representation to Congress in 1929. Since that return, more than 160 African Americans have served in the United States Congress.

White’s prophecy stretched further still. The groundwork laid by those who endured Reconstruction and its collapse helped clear the path for Thurgood Marshall on the Supreme Court, Barack Obama in the White House, and Ketanji Brown Jackson becoming the first Black woman Justice of the United States Supreme Court.

He did not see those milestones.

But he named the future in a moment designed to erase it.

After Congress, White practiced law, helped establish the Black town of Whitesboro, New Jersey, and founded a Black-owned bank in Philadelphia.

He was the last of an era.
And the prophet of the next one.


Scripture

“Write the vision and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.
For the vision is yet for an appointed time… though it tarry, wait for it;
because it will surely come.”
— Habakkuk 2:2–3


BREADCRUMB

Sometimes the assignment is not to hold the seat,
but to hold the prophecy.


SALUTE

We see you, George Henry White —
for legislating in hostile air,
for introducing justice when it would not pass,
for declaring return when disappearance looked certain.

You stood at the edge of erasure
and named the future anyway.

Bread Crumbs — for those coming after us.
Victorious without reward.
Still here.

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Garrett Morgan — The Man Who Built What Was Missing

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He was born in 1877 in Paris, Kentucky, the son of formerly enslaved parents. His formal education ended early, but his learning did not. As a young man, he moved north and eventually settled in Cleveland, Ohio, where he worked as a sewing machine repairman. Watching machines fail and fixing them taught him how systems worked and how they could be improved.

Now here’s something you may not know.

Before the safety hood and the traffic signal, Garrett Morgan developed an early chemical hair refining cream that loosened curl patterns and funded his manufacturing company. The discovery reportedly began while he was working with sewing machine lubricants and noticed how a chemical solution altered fabric fibers. Curious and observant, he experimented further — first testing a diluted version on a dog’s hair before refining it for human use. The results were dramatic enough to build a thriving business. It became part of a broader wave of Black innovation in the early 20th century that included pioneering women entrepreneurs in the beauty industry.

His more recognized contributions came from witnessing people placed in danger without protection.

He ivented a safety hood in 1912, an early form of the modern gas mask  and demonstrated its effectiveness during the 1916 Lake Erie tunnel explosion, helping rescue trapped workers.  His safety hood influenced firefighter equipment and later military safety gear .


Most notably, he invented an improved traffic signal in 1923 after witnessing a severe automobile accident. He added a caution phase between stop and go, reducing collisions. He then sold the traffic signal patent to General Electric.


Sadly, he faced racial barriers when marketing inventions and sometimes was forced to use white actors for demonstrations.

Garrett Morgan did not invent for applause. 
He invented because danger was preventable and someone had to act.  He built solutions so essential they became invisible 

SCRIPTURE THREAD

“Discretion will protect you, and understanding will guard you.” — Proverbs 2:11 

Garrett Morgan’s wisdom became protection. His understanding became guardrails long before the world learned to credit him.

CARRY THIS WITH YOU

What risk have you noticed that others have learned to tolerate? Morgan reminds us that calling does not always arrive as a dream. It often arrives as a problem you refuse to ignore.

BREADCRUMB

Sometimes the work God gives you is not to be seen, but to quietly make the way safer.

SALUTE

We see you, Garrett Morgan — for building protection where none existed. 

Bread Crumbs — for those coming after us. 
Victorious without reward. Still here.

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Ida B. Wells — The Truth That Refused to Behave

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She  was born in 1862 in Holly Springs, Mississippi, enslaved at birth and freed as a child by the Emancipation Proclamation and the Union Army.

She grew up in the turbulent Reconstruction era — a time full of hopes for freedom, but also brutal backlash against Black citizenship and rights.

Her early life was shaped by both the reality of oppression and a family that deeply valued education. Her father served on the board of trustees at Rust College, a historically Black college, and her parents instilled in her a belief in learning and equality.

At just 16, after both parents died during a yellow fever epidemic, Ida became the head of her household—raising her siblings while working as a schoolteacher.

At 25, Ida B. Wells was already a newspaper editor and co-owner — The Memphis Free Speech   and Headlight – when a white mob destroyed her newspaper’s office in Memphis for exposing the lies behind lynching.

The true catalyst for her lifelong crusade came in 1892, when three of her close friends — Thomas Moss, Calvin McDowell, and Henry Stewart — were lynched by a white mob.

Refusing to accept the “justified crime” narratives of her time, Wells launched meticulous investigations into lynching across the South.  She documented lynchings with data and truth, sparking a global anti-lynching crusade that laid the groundwork for modern investigative reporting.

She was forced to  carry  a pistol for protection while exposing racial terror.

They burned her press.
She sharpened her pen.

Wells became a leading anti-lynching crusader, traveling across the United States and Europe to expose lynching’s brutality, publish groundbreaking pamphlets like Southern Horrors and The Red Record, and call the nation to account for its violence.

Wells also stood at the intersection of civil rights and women’s rights. After moving to Chicago and marrying attorney Ferdinand L. Barnett in 1895 — yet keeping her own name — she continued her activism by organizing
She also stood and co-founded important organizations such as the Alpha Suffrage Club (the first Black women’s suffrage group in Chicago), the Negro Fellowship League, the National Association of Colored Women, and helping shape the early movement that became the NAACP.

Wells refused to be sidelined — famously refusing to march at the back of a segregated women’s suffrage parade in Washington, D.C., instead slipping into the front ranks under the Illinois banner.

She continued writing, organizing, and speaking for justice until her death in Chicago at age 68 — and in 2020 was posthumously awarded a Pulitzer Prize for her fearless reporting that birthed many of the core practices of modern investigative journalism.


“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves… defend the rights of the poor and needy.” (Proverbs 31:8–9)


BEFORE YOU MOVE ON
What truth have you learned to soften so others can stay comfortable?


BREADCRUMB
Truth backed by courage and facts becomes dangerous to systems built on silence.


We see you, Ida B. Wells — for telling the truth when lies were law.
Bread Crumbs — for those coming after us.
Victorious without reward. Still here.

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Bill “Bojangles” Robinson — The Man Who Danced Forward

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Born in 1878 in Richmond’s Jackson Ward, Bill “Bojangles” Robinson did not inherit ease. He inherited survival.

Orphaned young, he found rhythm before he found security. Instead of letting the world bend his back, he stood straight and tapped anyway.

He did not shuffle.

He clarified tap. Clean lines. Upright posture. Dignity in every strike of the shoe.

He
• Redefined tap dancing
• Became one of the highest-paid entertainers of his era
• Performed with excellence on segregated stages without lowering himself
• Created the legendary stair dance
• Gave generously back to Richmond

And when the city would not install a traffic light in Jackson Ward to protect Black children crossing the street, he did not argue.

He reached into his own pocket. He paid for the light. Not for praise. For protection.

Today his bronze statue stands in Jackson Ward beneath that light, shoes mid step, forever guarding the intersection.

On screen with Shirley Temple, he smiled.
Off screen, he built safety.

And Scripture whispers underneath his steps:

“Seest thou a man diligent in his business? he shall stand before kings; he shall not stand before mean men.”
— Proverbs 22:29

He stood before kings.
But he made sure children could cross safely at home.

From Jackson Ward to Broadway lights, he proved something we still hold close:

You can climb the stairs without bowing.
And you can light the street when the city will not.

And somewhere in Jackson Ward, if you listen close enough, you can still hear the stairs answering his shoes.

May we be the kind of people who do not just climb them, but leave the light on behind us.


BREADCRUMB
Sometimes progress dances—and still changes the street.


We see you, Bill “Bojangles” Robinson — for dancing forward and making the way safer behind you.


Bread Crumbs — for those coming after us.
Victorious without reward. Still here.

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The Hymn Before the Headline

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Before it was debated,
Before it was dissected on timelines and talk shows, it was a hymn.

Originally titled
Lift Every Voice and Sing (The Negro National Hymn)

Hymn.

Not rebellion.  Not replacement.


Hymn.

Written in 1900 by James Weldon Johnson, and set to music by his brother John Rosamond Johnson, it was first sung by Black schoolchildren who were barely a generation removed from bondage.

And still they sang.

Psalm 98 says, “Sing unto the Lord a new song.”

Our ancestors did.

They sang through Jim Crow.
They sang through separate water fountains.
They sang when hoses knocked bodies down and dogs were turned loose.
They sang when grief had no courtroom relief.

This hymn was not written to divide a nation.
It was written to steady a people.

When it shows up on a Super Bowl stage,
that is not intrusion.
That is history breathing.

A hymn is not about replacing anything.
It is about remembering.

Black History Month is not about exclusion.
It is about acknowledgment.

And acknowledgment is not an attack.
It is truth standing upright.

So when we lift every voice,
we are not asking permission.

We are honoring inheritance.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us.
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.

Some songs survive because they are catchy.
This one survived because it carried us.

To the children who first sang it.
To the elders who kept it in the pews.
To every voice that trembled but did not stop

Bread Crumbs — for those coming after us.
Victorious without reward. Still here..

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John Berry Meachum — The Man Who Took the School to the Water

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John Berry Meachum was born enslaved in 1789 and eventually brought to Missouri, a slave state that worked very hard to keep Black people uneducated. Because ignorant people are easier to control.
Meachum didn’t accept that.


Through years of labor, he bought his freedom. And once free, he did what a lot of free folks might not have dared to do — he started teaching Black children to read. Not secretly. Not halfway. He opened a school.


Then Missouri passed a law that said Black people could no longer be educated.
Now here’s where John Berry Meachum shows us the difference between rebellion and holy wisdom.
He didn’t shout at lawmakers.
He didn’t beg for exceptions.
He read the law.
And he noticed something important: the law applied on land.


So Meachum bought a boat, anchored it in the Missouri River, and moved the school onto the water.
No land.
No violation.
No stopping the lessons.


Children,  enslaved and free,  climbed onto that boat and learned to read, write, and think for themselves. The school became known as the Floating Freedom School, and it floated right outside the reach of unjust power.


John Berry Meachum didn’t break the law.
He outgrew it.


He understood that sometimes obedience to God requires creativity — and that wisdom can be just as disruptive as protest.
“We must obey God rather than men.” — Acts 5:29

In 1846, he published his pamphlet “An Address to All the Colored Citizens of the United States” emphasizing education and self-respect.

His floating school survived after his death until around 1860. Continuing under the direction of one of his former students

Where have you been told “you can’t” — not because it’s wrong, but because it’s inconvenient for those in power?

John Berry Meachum reminds us that sometimes the door isn’t locked. It’s just in the wrong place.

Wisdom doesn’t always fight the system head-on.
Sometimes it floats right past it.


We see you, John Berry Meachum.  Teaching freedom when the law said no.


Bread Crumbs — for those coming after us.
Victorious without reward. Still here.

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LEWIS LATIMER: HE MADE THE LIGHT

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Black history is not only about who struck the match.
It is also about who made sure the light did not go out.
Lewis Howard Latimer understood that.
Born in 1848 to parents who had escaped enslavement, he taught himself to read, draw, and engineer in a world that did not expect brilliance from him—and was not structured to reward it.
History remembers the spark.
Latimer worked on the endurance.
In 1884, he joined the Edison Electric Light Company as a draftsman.
He was not hired to be the face of innovation.
He was brought in to make the work hold.
While others are credited with inventing the light bulb, Lewis Latimer improved it.
He developed a carbon filament that made electric light durable, affordable, and practical—light that could last in ordinary homes, not just demonstrations.
Without his work, the light would have remained fragile.
Exclusive.
Unreliable.
And the light was not his only contribution.
Latimer also:
– drafted critical technical drawings for early telephone technology
– designed an evaporative air-conditioning system
– improved safety and sanitation systems for railroad cars
– trained others, documented processes, and quietly strengthened industries that carried other people’s names
Important work.
Essential work.
Weight-bearing work.


Lewis Latimer lived long enough to see the world changed by the light he helped sustain.
He died in 1928—not wealthy, not widely celebrated—but respected by those who understood the work.
His legacy lived on in homes lit safely, cities made brighter, systems made usable.
If you have ever been the one who made something work instead of making it visible—
If you have refined what others rushed through—
If you have strengthened what others started—
If you have stayed faithful long after the applause moved on—
This story stands with you.
“Let your light so shine before others…” — Matthew 5:16


Lewis Latimer did not create the first light.
He made sure it endured.
Some people are called to begin things.
Others are called to make them last.
This, too, is history.
This, too, is weight-bearing work.


Lewis Latimer stands with you.
God sees the work that makes light reliable — not just remarkable.


We see you, Lewis.
We honor the way you made the light last.


Bread Crumbs — for those coming after us.
Victorious without reward. Still here.

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James Hemings: He Changed the Taste

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James Hemings shaped a nation’s palate while the nation refused to speak his name.


Born enslaved in the 18th century, James Hemings lived and worked at Monticello under Thomas Jefferson.

He was trained as a chef in France, mastering techniques most Americans had never seen or tasted. He learned sauces, pastries, ice creams, and refined methods that transformed how food was prepared and served.


When he returned to America, those techniques came with him.
They became American.
Macaroni and cheese.
Refined sauces.
Elegant plating.
Desserts meant to be lingered over.
These weren’t trends.
They were foundations.
And James Hemings was the hands behind them.


James Hemings cooked at the highest tables — yet he did not own himself.
He was expected to create beauty while living without freedom.
To refine taste while enduring injustice.
To elevate others while remaining invisible.


He was also the older brother of Sally Hemings.
Both siblings lived under the same roof at Monticello.
Both were bound to the same man.
Both carried different burdens of the same system.
James navigated his captivity through skill, restraint, and intellect.
And still — he negotiated his freedom.


He didn’t storm the kitchen.
He didn’t burn it down.
He bargained carefully, strategically, and bravely — securing his release in exchange for training his replacement, his brother, Peter


Freedom came late.
Recognition never really came at all.
He died young. Just two months after securing his freedom.
His influence lived on without attribution.
He was victorious without reward.


James Hemings reminds us that culture is often shaped by people whose names history forgets — but whose work it cannot erase.


“Give us this day our daily bread.” — Matthew 6:11
Bread is sustenance.
Bread is culture.
Bread is memory.


What we eat carries history — whether we name it or not.
James Hemings fed a nation that did not know his name.


If you have ever poured skill into work that bore someone else’s signature,
created beauty in a place that did not fully see you,
shaped something lasting without receiving credit,
or learned excellence under pressure and restraint,
James Hemings stands with you.


God sees the hands that prepare nourishment — not just for bodies, but for culture itself.


We see you, James.
We honor the way you changed the taste.


Bread Crumbs — for those coming after us.
Victorious without reward. Still here.


Love, Chelle

Historical Context & Image Note:
This reflection draws from documented Monticello and Hemings family records; no verified historical photograph of James Hemings exists, so a respectful illustration is used in place of a photographic image.

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Barbara Johns: She Was Fifteen and Would Not Wait

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Barbara Johns was fifteen years old when she decided that waiting politely for justice was no longer an option.


In 1951, in Prince Edward County, Virginia, Barbara was a student at Robert Russa Moton High School — a segregated Black school with no gym, no cafeteria, overcrowded classrooms, and tar-paper shacks used as makeshift buildings. Meanwhile, white students nearby learned in brick schools with resources and space.


Barbara saw it.
Barbara lived it.


And Barbara refused to accept it.


Without permission from adults, administrators, or movement leaders, she organized a student strike. She convinced her classmates to walk out, not knowing if anyone would listen — only knowing that staying silent was no longer an option.


Adults were furious.
Leaders were nervous.
Teachers were afraid they would lose their jobs.


Barbara’s name was almost removed from the complaint.
But the case moved forward anyway.
Her courage became part of Davis v. County School Board of Prince Edward County, one of the five cases folded into Brown v. Board of Education.


History changed.
And Barbara Johns?
She received death threats.
She had to leave her hometown.
She lived the rest of her life quietly.
Her name was rarely spoken when Brown was celebrated.
She was victorious without reward.


Barbara Johns teaches us something uncomfortable and holy:
Sometimes the people who force history to move are the ones most quickly pushed out of the picture.
She was young.
She was female.
She was uncompromising.
And she was inconvenient.


“Let no one despise you for your youth.” — 1 Timothy 4:12


Barbara didn’t wait to be older.
She didn’t wait to be chosen.
She didn’t wait to be safe.
She acted — and the system scrambled to catch up.


If you have ever been told you were too young to understand, spoken truth that made adults uncomfortable, sparked change and then watched others take credit, or paid a personal cost for doing the right thing early — Barbara Johns stands with you.


She reminds us that courage does not require credentials — only conviction.
She lit the match.
The world tells the story without her name.
But God remembers.


We see you, Barbara.
We tell it right.


Bread Crumbs — for those coming after us.
Victorious without reward. Still here.


Love, Chelle