The Father of Chivalry a black man


When you think of chivalry you probably get these images of white knights from England like King Arthur and the knights of the round table, fighting for queen and country and whilst being gentleman at the same time, but believe it or not the father of Chivalry was a black man from with an Ethiopia mother and an Arab father and his name was Antrah Ibn-Shaddad. He Lived in Arabia about 1450 years ago. He is known as the father of heroes and was a knight and a champion of the weak and oppressed. He was a mighty warrior who led troops into battle and wrote love poems.

The Black Russian -Ivan Abramovich Gannibal


Ivan Abramovich Gannibal (Russian: Иван Абрамович Ганнибал; June 5, 1735 – October 12, 1801) was a Russian military leader and eminent Russian of African and Russian descent. He was the son of military commander and politician Abram Petrovich Gannibal, as well as the great-uncle of Russia’s most famous poet, Alexander Pushkin.

Gannibal led a detachment of the Imperial Black Sea Fleet, which besieged and captured the Turkish fortress of Navarin during the Russo-Turkish War (1768–1774), and took part in the founding of the city of Kherson. Gannibal’s ultimate military rank was Général en Chef.

The 1811 Slave Rebellion


The last thing any racist wants to see is hundreds of armed slaves waving banners and beating drums while marching down the road, but that’s what happened in January 1811, when Charles Deslondes led the largest slave revolt in US history.

Sick of working on a Louisiana plantation, Deslondes organized a massive rebellion—which was no easy feat. Over several years, he secretly communicated with slaves across the Louisiana coast, holding meetings in fields, taverns, and at slave gatherings. He also had to overcome massive language barriers because many of his fellow slaves had come straight from Africa and Haiti. But finally, on January 8, 1811, Deslondes made his move. The slaves of the Woodland Plantation armed themselves with hoes, axes, and cane knives, hacked up their masters and marched west, where they met with slaves from a second plantation (led by two Ashanti warriors, no less). There were now 200–500 slaves on the warpath, burning every plantation they came across. And while they spared women and children, they made short work of the men.

This was every Southerner’s nightmare, and the roads to New Orleans were backed up for miles with whites running for their lives. The government sent the military to challenge Deslondes, and since the slaves had few guns, they had to retreat. They didn’t get far before they were trapped by a local militia. With nowhere to go, the slaves threw down, fighting valiantly with their farm tools, but in the end they were simply outgunned. The slaves who didn’t escape into the swamps were captured and executed. As he was the leader, Deslondes’s corpse was mutilated. Finally, the racists stuck the rebels’ heads on spikes and set them along the river from New Orleans to LePlace to serve as a warning to any slave thinking about fighting back.