My father’s parents settled in Allensworth, California as near as I can confirm around the 1940s. Granny Annie as we called her had a little white house with an outhouse in the back. The summer of 1960 we began our Tradition of visiting her every other Sunday. I dreaded these visits, because Granny did not have a TV, and there was nothing to do out there except count the tumbleweeds. I resigned myself to this Journey as long as we got home in time to see The Wonderful World of Disney, which came on TV at 7 PM.
Rarely can one conjure up a realistic image of a Black Cowgurl unless it’s from a movie such as Gang of Roses  starring; Monica Calhoun, Lil’ Kim and Stacy Dash. There’s also They Die by Dawn  with Erika Badu based on real life characters in Langston Oklahoma an All Black Town.
Circa 1957: Angola Migrant Farm Camp Central California
This is dedicated to all the families who have lost loved ones due to injustice... no matter what Race, Creed, or Color. It really is time for the World to Change!
Whenever I hear someone say, “I’ll send you details later.” Those simple words evoke one of my many painful bittersweet childhood coming of age moments. We all have them.
The summer of 1959 I was eight years old when my family was uprooted from Angola, the migrant camp we called home located approximately 10 miles southwest of Corcoran, California. Named after the cotton gin nearby, but now due to mechanization there was no need for human cotton pickers any longer. The owners decided to tear down the camp and clear the land displacing at least twenty families.