I was gifted a book not too long ago by a friend of mine titled "The Road That Made America." It's about the Great Wagon Road (or the Great Trading Path), written as a revealing first-person account by North Carolina author James Dodson.
This was an intriguing read, mostly because of what I knew about the Great Wagon Road dealt primarily with my Moravian heritage. The road, which began as a single-trail transportation artery in the 1700s, gradually evolved to become, as the book flap describes, "America's first technology highway" and became a precursor to the nation's Industrial Age.
Moravians, who founded Bethlehem, Pa. on Christmas Eve in 1741, used the trail to travel south to a tract of land called Wachovia and established Bethabara on Nov. 17, 1753. Bethabara eventually spawned Salem, and then Winston-Salem.
The road is nearly 800 miles long, ranging from Philadelphia to Augusta, Ga.
Dodson found himself shadowing the trail in a multi-year quest to find more details on his family history, and this is what his book is about. He speaks with museum curators, historians, B&B owners and anyone else who has a sublime knowledge of the road. There are discussions about the Conestoga wagon, McCormick's thresher, Woodrow Wilson and other facets of interest along the road. It's great stuff.
Then I came to a chapter entitled "The Past Cannot Be Unremembered." Look, I like to think of myself as pretty well-read on American history. It's hard not to be when you've lived most of your life in the cradle of the country's democracy and traveled the Great Wagon Road numerous times myself without even knowing I was on it.
But this particular chapter was eye-opening. It was about the Slave Trail of Tears.
I never heard of the Slave Trail of Tears. It was never taught to me in school or in college. It is not to be confused with the Trail of Tears, that 1830s abomination created by President Andrew Jackson to relocate approximately 60,000 Native Americans, mostly from the Cherokee tribe in western North Carolina and eastern Tennessee, to what is now modern-day Oklahoma. Essentially, it was a government-approved program of ethnic cleansing in the United States.
But the Slave Trail of Tears is something completely different. Google it. According to what Dodson learned, the Slave Trail of Tears is the greatest migration of a peoples in American history. Dodson quotes an excerpt from a narrative written by Edward Ball for Smithsonian Magazine in November 2015.
Now I'm quoting it:
"The Slave Trail of Tears is that great missing migration – a thousand-mile-long river of people, all of them Black, reaching from Virginia to Louisiana. During the 50 years before the Civil War, about a million enslaved people moved from the Upper South – Virginia, Maryland, Kentucky – to the Deep South – Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama ... [a forced resettlement that was] 20 times larger than Andrew Jackson's "Indian removal" campaign of the 1830s ... bigger than the immigration of Jews into the United States during the 19th century and even the wagon-train migration to the West, beloved of American lore. This movement lasted longer and grabbed up more people than any other migration in North America before 1900."
What? What? How come this doesn't get into the classrooms? How come this isn't seen on roadside historical markers? Smacks of the sanitation of our history by a bunch of white... oh, wait. Never mind.
Then Dodson digs up another quote from Ball (a White man), detailing the role the Great Wagon Trail had here:
"The gang headed down the Great Wagon Road, a route that came from Pennsylvania, already some centuries old. ... Along the way, the coffle (a coffle is usually a group of enslaved people chained together) met other slave gangs, construction crews rebuilding the Wagon Road, widening it to 22 feet and putting down gravel. They were turning out the new Valley Turnpike, a macadam surface with ditches at the side. ... Today the Great Wagon Road, or Valley Turnpike, is known as U.S. Route 11, a two-lane road that runs between soft and misty mountains and pretty byways. Long stretches of Route 11 look much like the Valley Turnpike did in the 1830s – rolling fields, horses and cattle on hills. ... Today, a few plantations survive. I stop at one of the oldest, Belle Grove. ... Relatives of President James Madison put up the stone mansion of Belle Grove during the 1790s and it lives on as a fine house museum run by historian Kristen Laise. ... Thanks to Laise, Belle Grove is not a house museum that shorts the story of slaves."
Then Ball ends his narrative with the sentence, "The past cannot be unremembered."
I can't believe I'm in my seventh decade and never knew this stuff.
I bring all of this up – the Great Wagon Road and some of the history behind it – because of where we are in our own moment of time. We're about to celebrate the 250th birthday of our nation, which was theoretically (and ideologically) built on the principles that all men are created equal.
And yet, we're a nation that had to endured one of the worst Supreme Court decisions ever in Dred Scott in which African-Americans were declared non-citizens. We're going through court-approved gerrymandering that diminishes the strength of the Civil Rights acts and Black representation in government. We're seeing a rewriting of American history that would love to wipe out any mention of slavery. In the meantime, the American demographic is turning browner and browner, which apparently frightens a lot of white people who are afraid of losing power and control over them.
We are at a crossroads on our own Great American Trail.









