For more than 200 years, Bettye Kearse’s family credo “Always remember—you’re a Madison. You come from African slaves and a president” has served as a source of pride and inspiration. But Kearse doesn’t know why the credo should make her proud. For her, it resounds with the abuses of slavery.
In 1990, when her mother turns over to her the old box of family memorabilia, Kearse becomes her family’s eighth-generation griotte, the oral historian. To confront the discomforting parts of her family’s story, she begins a journey of discovery—of her ancestors, her country, and herself. She travels to Lagos, Portugal, where the transatlantic slave trade began; to Ghana, West Africa, where her family’s first African ancestor in America, and their first griotte, was born; to Baltimore, Maryland, where a replica of a slave ship sits in a museum; to James Madison’s plantation where three generations of her family lived in bondage; and to Bastrop County, Texas, where her enslaved family resided when Emancipation came.
Kearse learns that wherever African slaves once walked, history had tried to bury their footsteps and silence their voices. She also learns that slaves possessed hope and inner strength, by which they survived, and talents, by which they contributed mightily to America. Then they passed down those same qualities to their descendants, including those alive today. Kearse decides to give voice to the stolen Africans and to encourage African Americans to embrace their slave ancestry so that they, too, to contribute mightily to America.
Bettye Kearse, a descendant of a slave and President James Madison, is a writer and retired pediatrician living in Santa Fe, NM. Her commentary “Our Family Tree Searches for Branches” appeared in the Boston Herald. “Destination Jim Crow,” a personal narrative published in the fall 2013 issue of River Teeth, was listed as a notable essay in The Best American Essays 2014 and nominated for the 2015 Pushcart Prize. In March 2020, TIME Magazine published her article "I Feared My Enslaved Ancestors Had Been Dishonored in Death." Her essays "Slavery on Wall Street" and "America's Hidden Stories: The Other Madisons" appeared in May 2020 issues of Image Makers and Influencers Magazine. She is the author of the memoir, The Other Madisons: The Lost History of A President's Black Family (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. March 24, 2020). Her website is www.bettyekearse.com.
In 1441, "Prince Henry The Navigator," the governor of Lagos, Portugal, sent two ships to Africa to find ivory and gold. The explorers returned with twenty kidnapped Africans. Thus began the transatlantic slave trade, an event so monumental that in the history of the world nothing would come close to the destruction this dispersal of men, women, and children wrought on human freedom.
The Other Madisons
Alone in the growing darkness, I recalled hearing a report that sea-eroded beads, thought to have been worn by Africans whose dead bodies were thrown off ships en route to the New World, had washed up on the shores of West Africa. I envisioned a path of red beads undulating with the currents on the ocean floor and tracing the Middle Passage from West Africa to America, the path Mandy had followed from Ghana to Virginia. The beads were like the red line on the map that had led Lee and me to the concession stand, and they reminded me of the blood Africans spilled in their homeland, in the sea, and in the New World. Beads were among what little the captives could hold on to when they left behind everything that had filled their lives: music, dances, customs, ceremonies, friends, families, and lovers. The glow and heat of the sun over Africa. The caress of their own soil on their hands and feet. The anticipation of a familiar tomorrow. The sea-worn beads begged to have their stories told.