I went home to celebrate my father with my mother and sister and to learn and share at the African American Cemeteries and Their Communities symposium in Durham. I thought the weekend had already filled me to the brim, but then I stopped by Vick Cemetery on my way to the airport. I placed a new “We remember” placard to signal our care for this space and wandered over to assess the condition of our fence-cum-signboard. It could stand a bit of tidying, and I stooped to look more closely at an unfamiliar ziplock bag affixed to the chain link. Inside, a single sheet of paper, damp and mildew-spotted, with neat, block lettering, faded but mostly legible.

Sunday March 9th 2024
I have never been in Wilson N.C. before but felt compelled to visit since reading about Vicks Cemetery. There is no reason that is acceptable and can explain how grave marking or head stones are removed from a persons final resting place. I do not know anyone from Wilson now or ever so my heart cries for all laid to rest and all the families who no longer know where their loved one lies. The people who make these dreadful decisions should pray that they never feel this anguish of not knowing where their loved ones lie.
We travelled from Greensboro to honor all who lie here in Vicks’ Cemetery and may they rest in peace.
The note is signed, but I will preserve its author’s privacy. I am sorry that six months passed before I saw her note, and I appreciate the care she took to protect it from the elements just in case. I am most grateful that she was moved to drive hours to visit Vick Cemetery. I hope she reads Black Wide-Awake regularly and will see this belated, but heartfelt, acknowledgment of the honor she paid to the thousands interred here. The violence done to our dead reverberates beyond their descendants. Thank you, M.C.

Photos by Lisa Y. Henderson, September 2024.












