Wherever you go in this world, you’ll find pieces of your culture. Might find it in the food, dance, spirituality, artwork, or language. These similarities are our connections, and we discover ’em through our stories/memories. Put all of our grandmothers in the same room and you’ll see exactly what we’re talking ’bout.
That’s why we record stories.
When we’re krakin teet with our cousins across the globe and sharing our memories with each other, we get tools to free ourselves from the systems and beliefs that got all of us sick and tired.
In order for it to work though, we gotta give ourselves and each other space to show up as our colorfully cultural selves without shame or judgement.
The first-hand accounts in this book are transcribed directly from the grandchildren of the enslaved who laid the city’s treasured cobblestone roads and introduced its famous red rice and deviled crabs. Those who lived through what can be considered the country’s second wave of the #BlackLivesMatter movement.
Krak Teet catalogs stories of struggle—Ms. Madie’s family of sharecroppers fleeing after her father sold a pig without permission, Mr. Roosevelt stuffing his mother’s stab wounds with cobweb to stop the bleeding, and Ms. Florie marching Broughton Street twice a day to protest segregation—alongside stories of success—Queen Elizabeth Butler becoming Savannah’s first black woman to own a car, Ms. Sadie making over $500 a week running numbers, and the city’s desegregation eight months before the Civil Rights Act passed.
