“We Remember” by Debbie Cutler

Debbie Cutler has been a writer for more than 30 years and has been published in dozens of magazines. She resides in Columbia, Missouri. 

Author Foreword:

Recently I wrote a Q&A on University of Missouri History Alumni Bruce Lemmie*. While interviewing him on the events of his life, his ancestral history, and his involvement with the Buffalo Soldiers National Museum’s exhibit on Black USA Soldiers through the country’s history, I asked “anything else?” It was then, he told me about a project called Sugar Land 95,  a memorial for Black lives lost in Sugar Land, Texas, just outside of Houston. His reflection on the latter project struck me like a punch to the gut. After the Civil War ended, the Texas correctional system allowed convict leasing of Black men and women for menial, undesirable, and often dangerous jobs. Recently, a site was discovered where 95 of those Black individuals died at the hands of the landowners as punishment for various crimes — some as menial as spitting on the sidewalk. Lemmie, now retired, is working with several groups to help build a memorial site in honor of the Sugar Land 95.

*This piece was written in reflection of the experiences and words of Mr. Bruce Lemmie and in acknowledgment of the souls of the Sugar Land 95.


I can only imagine

the Sugar Land 95

linked as one

in wake and sleep.

Five in a row, shackled

in the summer heat

boiling and blistering their skin; 

and through the winter cold

thickening their blood.

Forced to toil

hard, incessant hours

for work, nobody else would dare.

Plantations, railways, and mines

where precious lives were cheap and disposable;

where the average lifespan…

about two years?

“More where they came from.”

I can only imagine

the sweat,

the threats, 

the preset value of human life.

Prisoners day and night

some starved,

some beaten,

some shot even

for menial crimes.

I can only imagine

the helpless feeling

seeing fellow souls, one by one

bodies weakened;

fearing they would be among those

buried hastily

in wooden caskets, unmarked graves

near the soil they toiled on.

Forgotten.

We remember.

Human Rights Art Festival

Tom Block is a playwright, author of five books, 20-year visual artist and producer of the International Human Rights Art Festival. His plays have been developed and produced at such venues as the Ensemble Studio Theater, HERE Arts Center, Dixon Place, Theater for the New City, IRT Theater, Theater at the 14th Street Y, Athena Theatre Company, Theater Row, A.R.T.-NY and many others.  He was the founding producer of the International Human Rights Art Festival (Dixon Place, NY, 2017), the Amnesty International Human Rights Art Festival (2010) and a Research Fellow at DePaul University (2010). He has spoken about his ideas throughout the United States, Canada, Europe, Turkey and the Middle East. For more information about his work, visit www.tomblock.com.

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