The Making of a Lawn Jockey

My name is Joque Graves,( Mr. Washington called me [JOCKO].). I come here with my father near Mr. Penn’s forested glens and hills near Trenton.

We’ve been in the middle of this ruckus with these men with loud coats, noses turned up like Turkeys in a downpour. The only thing is that they ain’t dying quick enough for any of Mr. Washington’s friends.

Mr. Washington’s got a plan to take some fighters across the Del-ware, ( You can see my Pa with ’em in the painting.), and send the “Loud Coats” home as cold storage so that we can work this land the way they wants. But, Mr. Washington says I’m too young to make a “proper” fighter yet. Heck, I sees to all ‘im’s Hawses good ’nuff. Back in ‘Ginya’ ain’t a bale I can’t pitch a-ways !


But, he says I should “grow” more and learn ‘responsablity’ first. He told me that I make sure that he and he’s friends get back right, that I should wait here at camp, so that when they come back, at dark, that I give ’em my “lighterns’ glow, to find the hawses.

I was young, but, Mr. Washington chose one of he’s bestest to do my task…

It was too cold, but I held my pawzishun, like a “STATUE”, I stood waiting ’til they got back. I was an ice block when they got back, but that “Lightern” hadn’t loss its fire when they found me… Froze there… just as any “GOOD” SOLDIER at ‘is post. Showing Mr. Washington’s VOLUNTEER SOLDIERS the way to safety.


Mr. Washington couldn’t give me a proper burr-yal a’cause the “loud coats” was bringin’ in them big ol’ [HESSIAN] folk, from Germ-knee, to help ’em  save  King George’s “face”.

Although I’m rotten in the roots of an Oak tree Mr. Washington had ‘is skulpter build a “likeness” of what I looked like… stood it by the steps of ‘is front porch just like he found me that night.

Now, for awhile a lot of  my kindred thought that my statue was an ‘N-salt to ’em. But to let y’all know it was a great “[LINEN]” man’s way o’ sayin’ THANKS to someone who’ done a MAN’S WORK before they was.

After the war was won my statue got a rebirth from the folk that built the `’underground railroad’, you know the one inj-neered by Hair-yet Tubmum? The folks that was the stashin mastahs would have me stand infront o’ they’s house to tell my kin that they’s house was SAFE.

My name is Joque Graves I’d seen, almos’ twe’ve summahs  afores I paid MY fee for YOUR FREEDOM…

The month of February has been designated for the EDUCATION of a PEOPLE that have assisted in the building of one of the “GREATEST” nations of recorded history. The above story is something that ALMOST never has been TAUGHT in OUR schools. SHARE the KNOWLEDGE. It TRULY does set a PEOPLE FREE.

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2 Responses to “The Making of a Lawn Jockey”

  1. jonolan Says:

    Sadly, this entire account and the later supposed use of the lawn jockeys in the Underground Railroad has been largely debunked.

    Still, it is in many ways what should have been and sometimes fantasy serves a higher purpose than reality.

  2. omegetymon Says:

    Jonolan, The MAIN problem of being a YOUTH of what would have been the “offending” group often finds it easier to continue to tout such “falsenesses”. It might be a GREAT road trip for you to take in going to RIPLEY, OHIO, then to DRESDEN, ONTARIO/ CANADA, (Uncle Tom’s Cabin sits on more acreage than you can imagine.). From there there’s a small jaunt to NOVA SCOTIA/ CANADA, to see where the descendants that WERE lead from SLAVERY made sure that their children became educated, ( NOTHING LESS than a BACHELORS Degree!), far beyond the obstructionism that YOU feel that needs to continue. To begin with your beginning words… “SADLY, this ENTIRE Account”… shows just how well those that cannot achieve to greater will always attempt to reverse the TRUTHS that they can’t squelch. Thanks for Stopping by/ BYE.

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