Hagar & Maria
In my studies, I came across two sisters, Hagar and Maria; African slaves in New London Connecticut of a wealthy 17th century trader named James Rogers.
James' son John had 6 kids; 4 by his wife, but the two eldest by his father's slave Maria; a circumstance I define as rape, yet family lineage lists her as "a partner." John would become the leader of the Rogerene Quakers; a religious sect that splintered from the Seventh Day Baptists. His ancestors describe him as a religious man, celebrated for never owning a slave, paying little mind to the dynamics regarding the children he fathered from his father's slave; a 1902 book not even acknowledging Maria or her children even existed.
Maria’s sister, Hagar, was emancipated on the death of James Rogers. In 1709, 21 years after being freed, Hagar's former master's son (James Jr.) attempted to force her and her children back into slavery, telling the courts they were property of his fathers estate. She was forced to pay bond to remain free while the case proceeded. John Rogers' is documented as helping Hagar in her fight for freedom against his brother. Sarah Rogers (John's Sister-in-law) is listed as taking in Hagar's youngest son (Wait) as a means to keep him out of his mother's fight for her family's freedom; although Sarah would eventually sell Wait to her own son; the irony. It would take 7 years, but Hagar's freedom was eventually upheld.
That’s enough about them. I really couldn't care less about the privileged, self-righteous and self-congratulating arrogance of those who oppress, then claim themselves to be good, righteous saviors, celebrated by our current day structure. I came here to the Rogers Cemetery, a place now maintained by Rogers ancestors, Connecticut College and the Waterford Historic Commission, looking for two Black Queens...Hagar and Maria. I came to this location off the Thames river because the perseverance of millions of Black women like them, fighting for a better life for their kids, is the only reason I exist. I didn't expect to find them, but I'll keep searching for where to lay flowers...because they mattered.